Chapter 360 This is truly an interesting result.
Conan gritted his teeth and wrote Ran Mouri and Chizuru's names on a note, as did Kogoro Mouri beside him.
Senma Kōdai, without hesitation, wrote down the treasure.
She was willing to kill Da Shang Zhu Shan, who had advised her but wanted to keep the treasure for herself, for the sake of the treasure. At this moment, she could naturally choose the treasure over the people.
It's not very humane, though.
But in her mind, she judged that the boy and girl would be safe, so she might as well choose to find out the clues to the treasure.
Finally, two more people chose to know the clues to the treasure: Ikumi Yata and Saguru Hakuba.
It wasn't that they didn't want to choose someone, but rather that their judgment was the same as Senma Kazuyo's: judging from the harmless pranks in the secret room that wouldn't endanger lives, the person behind it wouldn't cause any casualties at this moment.
This is the conclusion they reached after rational consideration.
The major case from forty years ago was very tempting to them; perhaps the clues to the treasure were related to the truth of that case.
Haruki Mogi, who chose to be human like Conan and Kogoro Mouri, did so because he wasn't interested in the treasure—a very simple and straightforward reason.
After the maid took the notes from their hands, the voice came from the mannequin head again.
"A three-to-three tie? That's an interesting result, just as I expected. But do you think I'll tell you both clues?"
As his voice trailed off, everyone heard a final, soft laugh, as if mocking and laughing at them.
Everyone immediately frowned.
They may have anticipated this confrontational situation, but the unclear attitude of the person behind it all left them bewildered.
"What do we do next?" Kogoro Mouri asked, his brows furrowed, his eyes seemingly filled with worry for Ran and Chizuru.
“Since they don’t intend to tell us any clues, then we’ll go find them ourselves,” said Chima Kazuyo, leaning on her cane with a calm expression.
“That makes sense. Shall we split up?” Ikumi Gunta crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow slightly, and agreed.
The group exchanged glances and decided to split up.
While they were making their choices in the restaurant, Ran Mouri was once again drugged and taken to another room.
Qianzhu glanced at the actions of everyone displayed on the screen, finished the last bit of tea in his cup, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, patted Bertrand's head, and then got up and headed towards the room where Ran Mouri was.
His face was already pale, and his thin figure moved through the dimly lit corridor, seemingly about to be swallowed up by the darkness at any moment.
Qianzhu moved freely in the darkness, opened the door, and went inside.
After calculating the time, he walked to the bedside and looked at Ran Mouri, his pale face filled with worry. "Ran? Are you alright?"
Ran Mouri sat up groggily, clutching her head and taking a deep breath. She looked at Chizuru with a confused expression and muttered, "Why am I feeling a little dizzy? And where am I?"
"Judging from the surroundings, we're still in the Twilight Villa, probably in one of the rooms," Qianzhu said gently after turning around and sitting on the edge of the bed, coughing lightly with her fist to her lips.
Ran Mouri stared blankly at him, recalling the scene she had seen in that secret room, and tears welled up in her eyes again, her voice choking with emotion.
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