Chapter 358 The Cruel Detective Test Game
With a click, the safe door was easily opened.
There was a key inside, which looked like the key to the room.
Hakuba Saguru was puzzled for a moment, but then quickly became serious again.
No, the person who locked them in the room this time must be a wicked person with a twisted sense of humor. It's impossible that they would so easily hand over the method of leaving to them.
He glanced at the clock on the door and saw that nearly twenty minutes had passed. After thinking for a moment, he took out the key, placed it on the table, and continued to investigate the room.
But in the process of solving the mystery, he seemed to have touched a button that triggered some kind of mechanism.
Suddenly, a hole appeared in the corner of the wall, from which emerged a pipe resembling a gun muzzle but thicker. Under the serious gaze of the brown-haired boy, it spewed out... a large number of fresh earthworms, still covered in soil.
Hakuba Saguru: !?
The gun was pointed at him, and he would automatically adjust his direction whenever he dodged.
Soon, the room was filled with countless wriggling earthworms.
Hakuba Saguru felt a chill run down his spine; with his severe mysophobia, this was simply unbearable!
But the gun barrels above never stopped, as if those earthworms were inexhaustible.
Hakuba Saguru suppressed the urge to curse.
Isn't this a crime-solving game?! Why are there all these unnecessary elements?!
Meanwhile, in Kogoro Mouri's room, or more precisely, in the room of Kaito Kid.
Although he was skilled at mechanisms and the like, the person who created this escape room game was a little bit overpowered, so when he wasn't on guard, he also triggered the mechanisms.
At the same time, gun barrels about the size of an open palm appeared in all four corners, and whoosh! They sprayed...fish at Phantom Thief Kid.
It's still alive!!
Kaito Kid, caught off guard, caught a lively fish in his arms: "..."
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
Inside the monitoring room, suppressed laughter and the occasional sound of someone patting the sofa could be heard.
Bertrand covered his aching stomach from laughing, his whole body trembling like a leaf being blown about by the wind in autumn.
"Hahahaha...This is so funny, hahahahaha."
Qianzhu sipped her tea, her calm and unwavering gaze fixed on the screen.
The two versions of him present a huge contrast.
Of the seven people shown on the screen, only Conan and Senma Kazuyo are diligently solving the mystery without being affected, while the others are affected by the mechanisms set up by Bertrand.
Ignoring the genuine, melancholic voices of Yuto Takao and Chiriya Ibuki coming from the player, Conan, sweating profusely, stared at the series of clues written in his notebook. He tried to focus his attention on them and think about the connections between them.
But Yuto Takao's voice kept entering his ears and influencing his thoughts.
"Why did you follow me here and ask me about it? If you hadn't asked about that matter, I wouldn't have died under mysterious circumstances..."
"Why? Why? Why? Why?"
Although Conan wanted to turn off the player, the sound seemed to be coming from all directions, making it difficult for him to determine the source of the sound and thus making it hard to find the player's location.
A drop of sweat slid down and landed on the notebook, soaking that page and the next page in one spot.
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