"Don't worry, Miss Xia Mei, she can't escape."
Yuzuru spoke gently, offering words of comfort as he helped Natsumi Kosaka to her feet.
At this moment, Conan, carrying a flashlight, chased after them recklessly, like a fool.
"Mingmei, come and look after everyone."
After handing the scene over to the maid, Yuzuru followed at a leisurely pace.
This grand drama is almost coming to an end.
He wanted to finish early so he could go back and try out his new toys at home to see if they were any fun.
They hadn't walked far when a deafening explosion came from ahead.
Upon reaching the entrance, they discovered that the passage had been destroyed by grenades, with large and small pebbles scattered everywhere, completely blocking the way forward.
"Tsk~ That's really ruthless. Aren't you afraid that if you throw a grenade down there, it will collapse the whole place and bury you alive?"
Yuzuru waved his hand, and the falling rocks blocking the passage seemed to be driven by a powerful, invisible force, pressing deeply into the ground.
The previously congested roads have been cleared again.
...
Meanwhile, Conan, relentlessly pursuing his goal, also caught up with the very entrance where it all began.
However, he was still a step too late.
"hateful!"
Conan stared at the closed wooden panel, angrily slammed his fist down, and then hurriedly began searching for other mechanisms to leave.
At the same time, Pu Siqinglan, who had run out, quickly took out the prepared gasoline and began to splash it indiscriminately throughout the castle.
"I never imagined that Natsumi Kosaka would be a descendant of Princess Maria."
Pu Siqinglan poured gasoline while thinking with a complicated expression.
She is a descendant of Rasputin.
Her ancestor Rasputin had close ties with the family of the former Russian Emperor Nicholas II.
Therefore, she always believed that the treasures left behind by the Romanov dynasty should belong to the Rasputin family, who were closely associated with the emperor's family.
After all, Nicholas II had no descendants, so these treasures should naturally be inherited by them.
In order to obtain these treasures, Pu Siqinglan spared no effort and even made a name for himself internationally, becoming the fearsome Shi Kaobing.
Now she's suddenly being told that Nicholas II's family isn't all dead, that they have descendants, and that they are the rightful heirs.
I can't accept it, I absolutely cannot accept it.
"There can only be one heir today!"
Pu Siqinglan released the lit match from her hand.
The match slowly drifted down, and the moment it touched the gasoline, the fire ignited, like a ferocious beast suddenly awakening. In an instant, the entire castle was engulfed in flames.
The blazing flames danced wildly, devouring everything around them.
She turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, do you want to escape alone?"
Conan arrived late, clutching his bow tie and voice changer, hiding behind the bookshelf and speaking in Kogoro Mouri's voice.
"I won't let you succeed. I know who you are!"
The sound echoed amidst the flames and thick smoke.
Upon hearing the sound, Pu Siqinglan was startled. She quickly found cover and, gripping her pistol, began searching the room for the source of the sound.
“Pusqinglan, a descendant of the evil monk Rasputin.”
Conan continues his deductive performance.
He had already connected all the clues based on what Yuzuru said below, and he was now confident.
Upon realizing her identity had been exposed, Pu Siqinglan stopped hiding and stepped out of her cover, her eyes sharply searching for the source of the sound.
A dark figure sped past her from behind.
"Slap~ Slap~"
Pu Siqinglan turned around and decisively fired two shots.
Both shots missed.
Conan started showing off his agility, running while simultaneously taunting others with different voices, having a great time.
"You insisted on attacking your opponent's right eye just to commemorate your ancestors who died tragically, didn't you?"
"Mr. Gan...?"
Pu Siqinglan listened to the voice of the person she had clearly killed, and her hand holding the gun trembled slightly.
A small shock from Professor Agasa.
After a quick mental calculation, Conan, hands in his pockets, swaggered out from behind the bookshelf with an air of nonchalance.
"Don't worry, I'm all alone here."
Who exactly are you?
Pu Siqing looked around and, after confirming that it was only Conan, narrowed her eyes, revealing a dangerous glint.
She really couldn't understand whether she had lost her grip on the gun or whether people had become arrogant.
Even a little brat dared to come and cause her trouble all by himself.
"Conan Edogawa, a detective!"
Conan recited one of his classic lines.
“Detective? Haha!” Pu Siqinglan was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter and raised her pistol. “But from now on, kid, you’ll only be able to play your detective game underground.”
Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Conan's lips curled into a confident smile.
"That gun is a PPkS, which means its magazine can only hold eight bullets, and you've already fired eight shots, so..."
Conan pushed up his glasses, a flash of white light appearing in the lenses. "So, I bet your gun isn't loaded!"
"Oh? You little rascal, you know quite a lot." A hint of surprise flashed in Pu Siqinglan's eyes.
"You flatter me!" Conan said smugly.
This was just the basic skill he learned at the Hawaii Institute of Technology.
These days, if you don't have some skills, how dare you go out and cause trouble!
“But I have something to teach you.” Pu Siqinglan suddenly sneered, “If there are already bullets in the chamber, then you can load an eight-round magazine and have nine bullets.”
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