Yu Sheng Nan gently stroked her always proud head, revealing a satisfied smile.
"I'm very satisfied with your performance, and I'm very happy with this reward."
The demonic voice sounded exceptionally clear and jarring in the quiet room.
Kuroba Chikage made no response, but silently closed her eyes, a single crystal tear sliding down her cheek.
Stretching comfortably, Yuu Nan turned his gaze to the monitor screen in front of him. Watching Touko being surrounded and punched by Ran and Kazuha, he couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth.
Conan and Heiji Hattori, these two best buddies, are not in much better shape either. They are being relentlessly chased by Ami Ishihara, who is carrying a machine gun, throughout the entire villa.
That's why they're considered the main characters.
Ishihara Ami had emptied countless magazines, yet the two of them managed to dodge every single time.
Aside from some frightening-looking wounds, neither of them had any serious injuries that could be fatal.
"Hmm, that's about right," Yuzuru muttered to himself.
This game is almost over.
He was planning to take this villa back as a collectible, so he couldn't let them ruin it.
"The game is now being upgraded."
Yuzuru's echoing voice resounded throughout the entire villa.
Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing.
"The game adds a shrinking circle mechanism; those who fail to reach the target point within the time limit will be eliminated by the golden mist."
The moment Yuu Nan finished speaking.
A blood-red countdown appeared on the gilded wall in the lobby of the annex—00:59:48.
Golden mist appeared out of nowhere and began to slowly spread from the edge of the annex, hissing wherever it went, mercilessly announcing the approach of death.
Everyone's faces turned deathly pale instantly, and fear spread through their hearts. They dared not gamble on whether what Yuzuru Nan was saying was true.
Ami Ishihara on the third floor was the first to suffer.
As soon as she raised the gun, mysterious golden mist, like a serpent, snaked upwards along the barrel.
The three men stared in horror at the gun in the maid's hand, which turned into a golden sculpture in just ten seconds.
If Ami Ishihara hadn't reacted extremely quickly and decisively dropped the gun, she herself would probably have been turned into a golden sculpture in an instant.
"What exactly is this? Is it petrochemicals? Or nanotechnology?"
Conan and Heiji Hattori exchanged a glance, not even bothering to catch their breath, and turned to sprint towards the lobby on the first floor, dodging bullets flying from behind as they ran.
Driven to a frenzy, Ami Ishihara disregarded everything else and was solely focused on eliminating these two annoying "little mice."
The two best buddies were about to burst into a tirade of profanity.
How much salary does the organization actually pay you per month?
"You only make a few hundred yuan a month, is it really necessary for you to work so hard?"
Everyone in the villa ran desperately toward the living room.
Yuzuru sat leisurely in the monitoring room, enjoying the chaos with great interest while gently stroking the Phantom Thief Lady's smooth purple short hair, fully enjoying her post-disaster cleanup service.
"Matter transformation? Interesting."
In the underground bar, Ai, with her arms crossed, watched with great interest as Chima Kazuyo was gradually transformed into a golden sculpture by the golden mist.
Behind her, Harufumi Mogi lowered his head, trembling.
Just now, while he was fiercely fighting with Chima Kazuyo, this exquisite little girl, who looked like a porcelain doll, slowly walked in.
Subsequently, all the bullets that Chima Kōdai fired at the other side stopped in mid-air, defying the laws of physics.
He was lucky; he neither had a gun nor fired at the other party.
That's why he can stand here safely at this moment.
The thought of that little girl's cold, indifferent gaze, as if she were looking at a dead person, made Mogi Harufumi lower his head even further.
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First floor, living room.
People gradually arrived.
Conan and Heiji Hattori, panting heavily, hid behind the sofa.
Ishihara Ami has disappeared somewhere. She was chasing after me just a moment ago, but she's vanished in the blink of an eye.
Harufumi Mogi also slowly walked up from the basement.
The three of them watched each other cautiously.
By this time, they had used up all their protective shield spheres and air pistols, and the tense, almost explosive atmosphere between them had dissipated.
"Bang!"
Something fell heavily from the third floor with a deafening crash.
The three of them immediately tensed up and looked over.
"Damn, this hurts like hell! I'll get my revenge sooner or later."
After being beaten for half a day, Kaito Kuroba finally managed to escape while Ran and Kazuha were talking. He gritted his teeth and limped to his feet.
Conan: "..."
Hattori Heiji: "..."
Motegi Haruka: "..."
Who is this?
The three of them were a little stunned for a moment, and none of them recognized each other at first glance.
That's so tragic!
His clothes were tattered, his whole body was covered in footprints, even his face was not spared, and only the frame of his monocle remained.
If it weren't for the white part of the cape behind him, they really wouldn't have recognized him as the usually cool and stylish Phantom Thief Kid.
Suddenly, we realized that what we had just suffered was nothing.
Hattori Heiji touched the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder and said quietly.
Conan and Harufumi Mogi nodded in unison.
Although each of them had sustained some injuries, compared to the Phantom Thief Kid in front of them, who was so badly injured that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, they suddenly felt that their situation wasn't so bad after all.
It turns out I wasn't the worst off.
That's good, that's good.
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(The author wishes all readers a Happy Lantern Festival!)
The aroma of glutinous rice balls fills the air, and the flowers bloom under the full moon.
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