"Everyone, can we talk this out calmly?"
Looking at the three menacing figures before him, Kaito, whose magic props were all used up, raised his hands in despair, as if to show that he was harmless.
However, this time Conan and his friends didn't make a move.
After all, the situation is still unclear, and no one wants to act rashly at this time and end up benefiting others.
"Why do you think Hanyu Nan forced us all into the living room?" Hattori Heiji asked Conan in a low voice.
Although his voice was very soft, in the now quiet living room, Harufumi Mogi and Kaito Kuroba could still hear him clearly.
Seeing that he was temporarily safe, Kaito's heart relaxed a little, but then he became a little cocky and shouted, "What else could it be? That guy just wants to see us kill each other. We mustn't fall for his trick!"
Conan nodded slightly after hearing Kaito's words and said, "Kid is right, we should indeed join forces for now..."
"I refuse!"
Harufumi Mogi interrupted Conan without hesitation.
Ever since he witnessed the cold-faced loli's attack, fear had been creeping into his heart. Now he had completely lost the will to resist. At this moment, his only thought was to pray that she would have mercy and spare his life.
"If you want to go, go yourselves. Don't include me."
Are you scared?
"Yes, I'm scared!"
Harufumi Mogi readily admitted that he was afraid of death, his eyes filled with fear, and then said, "I don't want to become a golden statue like that old woman, Senma."
With opinions differing, the atmosphere in the living room quickly returned to a tense, confrontational state.
Just then, all four of them heard a sharp, piercing sound, like the howl of death, which sent chills down their spines.
They all instinctively looked up.
"RPG!!!"
Conan's pupils widened, a strong sense of crisis welling up inside him.
He was all too familiar with that thing that flew toward them at breakneck speed from the second floor, its tail trailing brilliant flames.
He had received relevant training when he was in Hawaii, but now, faced with this sudden threat, he couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.
"Get out of the way!"
Conan shouted at the top of his lungs, and everyone who heard the shout scattered and ran away, trying to find a safe corner.
However, no matter how fast it is, it can't outrun the speed of an RPG.
With a deafening roar, the powerful impact of the RPG explosion, like a ferocious beast, instantly engulfed the living room.
Powerful blasts and flames raged, instantly turning the living room into a scene of utter devastation. Furniture shattered, walls collapsed, and thick smoke billowed as everyone lay motionless on the ground, covered in soot.
He died before achieving his goal, leaving heroes to weep with sorrow.
They were just confidently discussing how to unite and deal with Yuzuru, and in the blink of an eye, it was all game over.
Hot weapons never believe in tears.
Faced with weapons of mass destruction, whether you're a detective or a phantom thief, you appear so fragile and powerless.
"Everyone must die!"
A burst of maniacal laughter echoed through the living room.
Standing by the second-floor railing, Ami Ishihara dropped the rocket launcher that was still emitting white smoke. Then, with a ferocious expression, she pulled a detonation button from her pocket, her face twisted in a chilling way.
She had already discovered the bomb that Chima Kazuyo had planted in the annex, and had even replaced it with a new detonation button.
Since the organization couldn't get the treasure, she would never allow anyone else to get it, not even a god!
In her twisted mind, everyone must be buried with her for this outcome; everyone must die, including herself.
A fanatical follower of the organization, and the current maid of the Twilight Villa—Ishihara Ami—ignored the satellite phone constantly vibrating at her waist. Gritting her teeth, she spoke each word clearly into the air: "Now, the game is over. Everyone get out of bed... *thud*"
However, her sneer came to an abrupt halt.
A golden spear, gleaming with dazzling light, pierced through her body like lightning, its powerful force pinning her firmly to the giant clock hanging on the living room wall.
"What a crazy maid!"
With a sigh, Yuzuru Hanyu stepped through the void, walking slowly like a god, a half-melting ice cream still between his fingers. He said leisurely, "Didn't I warn you? In my game..."
He raised his hand and bit off the remaining half of the ice cream, and suddenly a dense array of golden spears unfolded behind him: "Only the referee has the right to call the end."
As soon as he finished speaking, it felt like a thousand arrows pierced his heart.
A rare and loyal member of the organization was thus submerged in a dense array of golden spears, without even uttering his last words, before being transformed into a bloody and poignant clockwork painting.
Yu Shengnan glanced at everyone lying on the floor below the living room and casually tossed aside the popsicle stick in his hand.
"Now, the game is over."
"This is a cover-up!"
A little girl appeared in the living room with her arms crossed, looking up and interrupting Yuzuru Nan's show-off performance.
"Cough cough, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"
Yuzuru Hanyu fell from the sky, attempting to argue his way out of the situation.
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