Back to the cabin.
After Conan and his friends tried to escape by sabotage but failed,
The Horror House flew into the air, scanning Hattori Heiji, Conan, and Numabuchi Ichiro with its light. After confirming the three players, a mechanical female voice emanated from the Horror House:
"Welcome to Thriller Park! This is a game hosted by the AI 'Thriller House,' where you'll experience various thrilling and exciting adventures. The rules are very simple: just solve the puzzles... reach the exit, escape outside, and you'll pass the level. Good luck to all three players! Good luck!"
As soon as the sound faded, the haunted house froze in mid-air, no longer moving.
"I don't quite understand this world anymore..." Hattori Heiji stared blankly at the purple box that had finished explaining the rules and was now suspended in mid-air.
Is this the kind of Zentradi technology that should exist in their world?
"Hehehe... I think I know where this thing came from..." Conan's face fell, that familiar feeling.
He felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
"Conan, are you referring to Yuzuru Hanyu?" Hattori Heiji glanced at Numabuchi Ichiro behind him.
"If it's not him, then who else could it be? I can't think of any other high-tech gadgets with such a twisted sense of humor that could be made."
Meanwhile, Ichiro Numabuchi looked at the haunted house with excitement, his eyes gleaming with greed.
"Hahaha, this is a really good thing. If I could get it, I wouldn't be a wanted criminal anymore!" Numabuchi Ichiro thought to himself.
Just then, an alarm suddenly went off in the haunted house:
"Warning: Violating the game rules will result in being forcibly logged out. Players are urged to abide by the game rules and refrain from attempting cheating."
Upon hearing this, Ichiro Numabuchi's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
He never expected that he would be discovered by the haunted house so soon after he started thinking about it.
"Damn it! This darn box! It's so powerful!"
...
The sound is so clear!
"Hanyu, don't mind him. Heiji just can't control his mouth and always likes to talk nonsense."
Kazuha looked at Heiji and Conan on the screen, who were completely unaware that they were being broadcast live and were secretly plotting to badmouth Hanyuu behind Numabuchi Ichiro's back. Kazuha gave Hanyuu an embarrassed smile.
"It's alright, after all, Hattori-kun was locked up by my prop." Yuzuru rubbed his nose and continued looking at the screen.
He's a great detective after all; he figured out the problem so quickly.
It seems he needs to make things a bit more difficult for Conan and his friends.
"Look, Heiji and the others have started answering the questions!" Kazuha exclaimed excitedly.
On the screen, after discussing it with Conan, Heiji Hattori confidently followed the hints from the haunted house, selected the lock that would allow him to get out the fastest, and tapped it.
Immediately afterwards, a beam of light shot out from the keyhole, and a transparent panel with a title appeared in front of them, accompanied by a clear, mechanical female voice:
"This is a math problem. Players, please listen to the problem: Suppose that f(x) is continuous on [0,1] and |f(x)|≥1+?∫??t|f(t)|dt, x∈[0,1].
Prove: ln|f(x)| ≥ 2/4, x ∈ [0,1]. The timer has started; players are encouraged to answer the questions!
As the sound ended, the walls of the attic slowly compressed towards the center.
The room will gradually shrink faster until the player who is participating dies, before the player can answer the question.
"Conan, do you understand what this means?" Upon seeing the question, Hattori Heiji, who had just been looking confident, was completely dumbfounded.
What proof of fx1? He can't even recognize all the symbols in the problem. Isn't this a math problem? Why are there so many letters!
"N-no," Conan stammered, sweating profusely with veins bulging on his forehead. "Aren't these questions a bit too advanced for the curriculum?"
He couldn't help but start to doubt whether this so-called horror house was deliberately designed to make things difficult for people. Was this something that high school students could possibly prove?
If they had that kind of skill, why would they need to be detectives?
Heiji Hattori nodded in agreement, both of them wearing bitter expressions.
Meanwhile, Numabuchi Ichiro, who had been handcuffed to the wall, watched the space shrink and noticed the wall pushing him toward the center. Knowing he couldn't rely on the two brats anymore, he hurriedly shouted, "I testify! I testify!"
"Huh?" Conan and Heiji Hattori looked over in surprise.
The answer that even those two famous detectives couldn't come up with together, how did you, a wanted criminal, come up with it?
Isn't this a slap in the face for them both?
However, the Horror House ignored their thoughts and flew directly above Ichiro Numabuchi.
[Player Numabuchi Ichiro, please answer:]
"I prove it, I prove it equals 1!" Numabuchi Ichiro blurted out in desperation.
[Incorrect answer, compression speed increased!]
The spooky house flying in the air emitted a red light, and the walls, which were slowly compressing, paused for a moment, then immediately compressed at twice the speed they had been compressing.
"Numabuchi, stop yelling!" Hattori Heiji rushed over and covered Numabuchi's mouth, hoping Numabuchi would give him a good answer.
"No, at this rate, we'll be crushed in an hour at most!" Conan forced himself to calm down. "Hattori, you have to think of something."
...
"It looks like fun, but I probably won't be able to get past Heiji."
Kazuha said excitedly as she looked at Hattori Heiji, who was running around in a panic on the screen.
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