Rice Flower Singularity (17) Gin, you will definitely lose...
Shiho Miyano's gaze fell on the back of her hand, where the red mark had vanished without a trace, just as suddenly as it had appeared.
She didn't know why the organization had asked her to participate, but she wasn't suited for this game. However, her memories told her that Miyano Akemi was sick and no one could cure her except the Holy Grail.
So, after learning the rules, she didn't plan to compete, especially since Ray was there and would help look after her sister. But the moment she realized the butler was Gin, not Ray, she knew this guy intended to kill all the contestants and win alone.
If she was destined to lose, she couldn't let Gin win either; that was what her subconscious was telling her, and she decided to trust her intuition this time.
Suddenly, a cold touch brought her back to consciousness; a gun was pressed against her forehead. She looked up to see Gin, face down, gun raised. "Any last words?"
Shiho Miyano smiled; she should be relieved. Since they could defeat her servant, the detectives pursuing the truth would surely overcome all difficulties to find the real culprit.
So she said, "You're going to lose."
"impossible."
Gin said indifferently. His gaze swept across the face of the tea-haired girl. For some reason, when she was alone with him, she always seemed bold and fearless, as if she had no fear of death.
Initially, he wanted to take her back to the organization.
But a traitor is a traitor—
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, striking her squarely between the eyebrows. The girl's body slid down and collapsed to the ground. In her final moments of consciousness, her lost memories finally returned to her brain.
All her subconscious thoughts were explained in an instant, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's so good I didn't trust the wrong person," she thought one last time, but a smile could no longer be found on her lips.
Great Detective, I have conveyed all that I know. The rest... is up to fate.
The words she wrote were successfully delivered to Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group through Hercules.
Nitocris held up the Mirror of the Underworld, a legendary mirror that could reflect the underworld. Countless blue ghosts poured out of the mirror, surrounding Hercules completely and burying him in the ghosts.
Fujimaru Ritsuka stared intently at the pile of ghosts, praying to every god she could find, asking them to bless her so that the instant death rate assessment would pass.
One second, two seconds later, the golden light that had dissipated from the Servant began to reappear. The weight that had been hanging over Ritsuka's heart instantly lifted. Her composure crumbled, her body swayed twice, and she fell backward into the arms of Miyamoto Musashi, who was already prepared.
She tilted her head back, looked at Musashi's chin, and said with a smile, "I succeeded."
"Yes, yes!" Miyamoto Musashi said, "I've always believed that Ritsuka could do it!"
"I have brought you victory."
"..." Miyamoto Musashi tightened his grip on Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, gazing at the gentle orange-haired girl before him with a complex expression. After a long while, she softly echoed, "Yes, you brought us victory."
The moment Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly collapsed was witnessed by everyone present. Little Leonardo da Vinci immediately pulled Asclepius to Ritsuka's side and asked her with concern where she was feeling unwell.
Conan and Matsuda Jinpei, who were a step too late, watched as Ritsuka actually had the leisure to raise her hand and wave to them, indicating that she was safe and sound. They didn't know whether to be angry or amused.
I originally wanted to ask her about her abilities, but I'll leave that aside for now.
Morofushi Kagemitsu, who was lagging behind, suddenly stopped and turned to walk towards the place where Hercules had disappeared. In the ruins, he found a handwritten letter.
"What is this?" Morofushi Kagemitsu opened the letter. The neat and clear handwriting in fountain pen appeared on the short sheet of paper, and the signature at the end made his heart skip a beat.
Shiho Miyano, the second daughter of the Miyano family, is the second suspect they are looking for.
Morofushi Kagemitsu immediately handed the letter to Conan. Conan took it with a puzzled look, and was startled as soon as he saw the signature. He immediately became serious and read the contents of the letter, and was startled again.
As expected of Haibara, her short letter was concise and to the point. I wonder how she is doing now that she's lost her Servant?
However, considering Gin's previous attitude of still being in the mood to act with her... I hope she is safe.
In short, the real butler is Gin, who is impersonating Rai, and also comes from outside the family. In the game, the butler has a secret affair with Miss Miyano, while secretly plotting to seize the Miyano family's wealth.
If the private doctor returns to the Miyano family, the inheritance rights will not fall to the second daughter of the Miyano family, or if the eldest daughter of the Miyano family gets married, she will inevitably have to share a portion of the property.
So he took advantage of the private doctor's feelings for Miss Miyano, telling him that Miss Miyano had no feelings for her fiancé and that her heart belonged to someone else, and also lied that her fiancé was immoral.
He thus lured the doctor into using APTX4869 to kill her fiancé, becoming a murderer himself. Meanwhile, he himself had been slowly poisoning Miss Miyano over a long period of time.
Conan couldn't help but marvel at how quickly Ai Haibara had investigated in just a few days, even with the advantage of her identity. As for Inspector Date, he probably stumbled upon a murder scene and killed him on the spur of the moment.
"So, based on this suspicious letter, the murderers are the butler and the doctor?" Matsuda Jinpei crossed his arms, not entirely convinced. "Is it possible that this girl deliberately wrote a lie to absolve herself of all responsibility?"
He recalled Shiho Miyano's behavior before the Holy Grail War began, and it was hard not to suspect the true purpose of this letter.
"I believe her, and I believe this letter," Conan said firmly.
Even if Ai Haibara's memories are distorted, her inner essence remains unchanged. If she were to gamble with her Servants, betting they would kill Gin and Amuro Tooru, and then retaliate to kill them...
He admits defeat.
"Alright." Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow, not arguing further. "Then do you know who this guy Gin is, and how he'll fare against him?"
That guy, isn't that Mr. Amuro...? Mr. Amuro?!
"Ahhh, we're doomed!!!" Conan exclaimed in shock.
The shout attracted the attention of the Servants who were circling Ritsuka next door. All four heads turned towards Conan. Miyamoto Musashi's hand was already on his sword again, and Da Vinci took Ritsuka and prepared to escape.
Only Asclepius looked displeased and slowly spoke: "Stop arguing, what's going on?"
Sweeping across his face with that icy gaze, Conan felt the temperature around him instantly shift from autumn to winter. He rubbed his arms and succinctly recounted what had just happened.
"Good news, the culprits have been roughly identified as the butler and the doctor; bad news, the doctor doesn't know yet that the butler is Gin!"
Hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka curiously helped Miyamoto Musashi to his feet, "Is there something wrong with that Gin?"
"...You don't know?" Conan's tone rose.
"? Should I know?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's bewildered gaze fell upon Conan, making him begin to doubt himself. That's Gin, the organization's workhorse!
"Gin, he's a member of the organization."
“Ha, I see.” Matsuda Jinpei turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka and said, “It’s your Servant, a member of the organization that Moriarty stole.”
Oh Moriarty, no wonder he's paired with Smoke Mirror. This Holy Grail War is a blatant conspiracy, a complete cover-up!
Fujimaru Ritsuka grumbled inwardly, but there was nothing she could do. After all, those troublemakers were her Servants.
Conan wasn't as calm as her. Hearing Moriarty's name, he seemed to freeze up, and it took his brain a long time to finally restart. "Moriarty?"
He read it out word by word, his eyes instantly gleaming with golden light, sparkling and exceptionally adorable, "Then...then...Mr. Holmes...?"
"Mr. Holmes is our business advisor, and by the way, Rider is our technical advisor."
How wonderful! Sherlock Holmes is real, and I can actually work with him! Wait a minute, doesn't that mean Mr. Holmes and Moriarty are colleagues?!
Calm down, calm down. There's no time to think about these things now. Mr. Amuro is the priority. Conan steadied himself. "By the way, Assistant! Do you have a way to send messages to other people remotely?"
Mr. Amuro's undercover identity was too difficult to hide even with so many old friends around, not to mention the traitor Morofushi Kagemitsu, who was brought back to life by Gin!
Every minute you wait to find out increases the danger.
"Sending a message... let me think." Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her chin. A magician's methods were definitely out of the question; she had no idea how. So, what other ways were there to send a message?
The next second, she clapped her hands suddenly. "Oh! You can take this letter with you again, and I'll find you an Assassin."
Conan's eyes lit up, but after looking at Ritsuka's body, he hesitated, "Will it have any effect on your body?"
He personally witnessed Ritsuka eventually becoming unable to stand properly.
"It's alright," Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a smile, walking over with her not-so-convincing gait and taking the letter from Conan's hand.
"Let me think about it, then it'll be Assassin, Fuuma Kotaro!" As Ritsuka's voice fell, the red-haired boy dressed in ninja attire covered his eyes and knelt on the ground, as if pledging allegiance to her.
"Please place this letter in the third room on the left on the second floor if you can't find it; it should be in a person with short blond hair, brown skin, and purple eyes."
Amuro Tooru, whose name was called, sneezed violently, but he only thought he was cold. He was currently carrying an oil lamp and walking deeper into the cellar.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. Three corpses lay neatly in front of him.
The warm yellow light of the oil lamp shone on them, making their faces appear exactly as they had before death, as if time had stood still at the moment of their demise. There was no decay, no change.
"As expected of a game," Amuro Tooru chuckled self-deprecatingly. He hadn't seen his friends one last time in the past, but now he was staring at their corpses.
And Sherry... Has Ray really gone this far? Or is that guy not Shuichi Akai at all?
Another set of footsteps approached him, and Ereshkigal handed him a letter.
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