Chapter 242 Thirty-six Gachapon

The haunted house located in the corner of the park is shaped like a hospital, as Jinpei Matsuda said. There were not many people at the entrance. Probably for safety reasons, the staff near the team reminded them that they needed to form a team of at least two people to enter.

Generally speaking, visitors to the amusement park come in pairs, so this requirement is not too demanding, but when there are groups of two or three people around, their large team of six is ​​very conspicuous.

Not to mention that the crew consisted of five handsome guys with different styles even wearing masks, and a little boy who was as cute as an angel. The first five people were wearing headdresses from a souvenir shop.

Conan, who was held by his brother, boredly calculated in his mind how many more headdresses he could sell today based on the daily traffic of this amusement park... Wow, did they even give the souvenir shop a free advertisement?

At this time, the two undercover agents were still relatively calm. They were both wearing masks anyway. Only Toru Amuro's hair and skin color were too conspicuous and easy to be discovered. But there was also a detective on the scene. Even if Toru Amuro was found to be close to the police officers, he could explain that he was invited by the detective and had to do so in order to obtain intelligence.

One could even say that Scotland was here to prove that Bourbon was not a traitor, and that Bourbon was forced to come.

Don't believe it? There's nothing you can do about it. It's impossible that Bourbon and Scotch are both undercover agents. Gin, who personally put them in the same group with Rye, is too pitiful. So it's impossible.

After all, there is Scotland, who can kill the targets of the mission like popping watermelons while talking about what to eat for dinner with a gentle smile, and Bourbon, who has a sticky venom under his sweet smile and can calculate anyone at any cost just to climb up in order to achieve his goals and gain more power.

The former became the organization's ace sniper after killing the traitor Lei, and his mission completion rate was higher than Lei before his defection. The latter, because of his character that can laugh and ignore the death of others and his outstanding intelligence gathering ability, has now become Rum's confidant as he wished.

Many people in the organization blindly believe that anyone in the Japanese branch could be an undercover agent, except Gin, Bourbon and Scotch, because there is no place other than the organization that can accommodate three such cruel people.

Amuro Toru and Morobushi Kagemitsu were both very glad that their friends didn't know about these rumors, otherwise they would have been laughed at for years, right? Sometimes being too successful as an undercover agent can be a headache. What they didn't know was that Akae Nazuki had already made several copies of these gambling and strange rumors on the internal forums of the organization when she was collecting intelligence. Those backups were now lying on Kudo's computer and the phone in Akae Nazuki's pocket.

Unfortunately, Chijiang Nayue didn't know what the two were thinking. He just weighed the little boy in his arm in a good mood, and moved forward a little bit with the pair of children who were chatting enthusiastically in front of him.

The previous group of guests had already gone in, and it would be their turn soon.

In fact, they all knew that even if these rumors about the undercover period were known by their friends, they would only laugh at them out of concern and disapproval of their neglect of their own safety, because everyone knew that for undercover agents, doing this would not easily expose their identities, but they would also be forced to do more things they were unwilling to do.

This is the price one must pay for being an undercover agent.

"What are you thinking about? It's our turn." Amuro Toru put his hand on Morobushi Kagemitsu's shoulder to call back the latter's attention. He tilted his eyes towards Koujinran, hiding the worry in his eyes well, "Let's go, Midorikawa."

Morofushi Jingguang breathed a sigh of relief, returned to Midorikawa's smile, and quickly followed: "Let's go."

At times like this, all he needs to do is relax and enjoy the long-awaited leisure time with his friends. What is he thinking?

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The interior structure of this haunted house is indeed hospital-themed, but for the convenience of exploration, it is roughly divided into two floors. The interior is winding and the lighting is dim, which is like hellish torture for people who are afraid of ghosts.

However, for the group of people who were not that scared, the intimidation here was still far from enough.

When Matsuda Jinpei was pulling out the safe that needed to be unlocked from the corner of this level, Hagiwara Kenji whispered to Akae Nazuki in a voice that sounded very small but was actually heard by everyone present: "Don't think that Jinpei is so calm now. Detective-chan, you probably don't remember, but we have been to a haunted house together before."

"At that time, Xiao Zhenping pretended to be very calm on the surface, but he was frightened by the staff behind the wall and his body became stiff and his curly hair exploded!" Hagiwara said in an exaggerated tone, "You can't imagine it, right? Later, in order to get rid of his weakness of being afraid of ghosts, Xiao Zhenping dragged us to watch horror movies for two months, and then he was successfully desensitized~"

A mini flashlight flew in from the corner, and Hagiwara raised his hand to catch it as expected, and put on Kenji's smile that he used only when pretending to be innocent to the childhood friend who was glaring at him.

Matsuda Jinpei sneered and threw the plastic bottle he found while decrypting the code at hand over to him: "Don't spread rumors!"

"Everything I said is true." Hagiwara Kenji said righteously while holding the detective's shoulders and hiding behind him.

Toru Amuro and Kagemitsu Morofushi, who lagged behind, looked ahead in confusion. There was Kenji Hagiwara, who was trying to block himself, who was only 1.9 meters tall, with his 1.78-meter-tall detective.

"Conan, how long have their symptoms lasted?" Toru Amuro squatted down and asked Conan, who got off the ground and walked away on his own after entering the haunted house, with a worried tone in his tone.

If the happiness and misfortune inside were concealed.

Conan Edogawa covered his face and couldn't bear to look directly at them. He really didn't want to admit that these people were the elites of the Metropolitan Police Department whom he trusted so much. He tried hard to save face for the childish ghosts over there: "...Actually, Officer Hagiwara and Officer Matsuda are usually very mature, really."

"Are you childish only in front of the detective?" Morobushi Kagemitsu deliberately misinterpreted Conan's meaning and said thoughtfully, "This method is a bit like an elementary school boy who wants to attract the attention of the person he likes."

Because they didn't deliberately lower their voices, after he finished speaking, everyone present except Morobushi Kagemitsu and the detective felt as if they were hurt.

The real (appearing to be) elementary school boy: …

The two naive people: ...

Someone who had really used childish means to attract Dr. Miyano's attention: "...The damage area is a bit too large, Midorikawa."

Chijiang Nayue couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth at this moment.

Perhaps in order to get rid of the evaluation of "childish elementary school boys", the exploration of this entire floor was quickly pushed forward with the full efforts of Matsuda Jinpei and the other two. Conan, who had no interest in the childish mechanisms in this haunted house, stood beside his brother and marveled at it, while Akae Nazuki and Morobushi Kagemitsu followed them slowly, and inexplicably exchanged experiences such as "how to make children's meals more delicious" as if they were taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.

They finally walked up the stairs to the second floor, where they were greeted by a dazzlingly bright operating room. On the operating table was a body covered with a green sterile cloth. Blood was splattered in the corners and on the walls of the operating room. On the opposite wall was a locked door. It seemed that they needed to find the key here.

Amuro Toru walked to the wall and stroked the bloodstains on it, frowning with a hint of disdain: "The color of the blood is very unprofessional."

He wanted to say this when he was working on the lower floor, but there was no lighting on the lower floor, so the color problem could be ignored. But the light here was bright, and the color difference was immediately exposed.

"It would be more terrifying if it were a professional." Matsuda Jinpei complained as he walked to the operating table. When he came in, his sunglasses were confiscated by the detective on the grounds that he 'couldn't see the road and might fall'. Now, with his handsome face paralyzed, he reached out and lifted the sterile cloth.

The corpse on the operating table sat up suddenly the next second, almost face to face with Matsuda Jinping who was standing very close. The corpse looked like a black-haired girl who had died tragically from a failed operation, so when she sat up, her long hair inevitably covered half of her face, making her look extremely eerie and terrifying.

However, no one in this operating room screamed as they should have.

Even Jinpei Matsuda, who was shot in the face, just calmly looked at the corpse lady, then lowered his head and began to study the mechanism of the operating table.

He seemed more interested in the 'operating table where the props would sit up when the sterile cloth was lifted'.

"Don't be like this, Xiao Zhenping. The corpse girl is also pitiful." Hagiwara Kenji sighed, took two steps forward and gently pressed the corpse girl, who was just a dummy, back onto the operating table. Then, with the detective's prompt, he felt the key to open the next door from the corpse girl's neck, "Ah, found it~"

"This blood plasma..." Zhu Fu Jingguang walked nearby without knowing when, with a subtle look on his face, "It smells sweet."

"It's edible blood plasma. Originally, these were supposed to be corpses played by real employees." Chijiang Nayue commented, "But whether it's real people or props, they're all fake."

"...Don't use your experience in investigating cases to judge the layout of a haunted house!" Conan Edogawa wore a mask of pain. He never dreamed that there would be a day when he would say these words to someone else.

In the past, this was the phrase others would use to stop him from saying something that would spoil the fun.

But look at their luxurious configuration here: two elite police officers who have been in service for seven years, two outstanding undercover agents who have been walking on the edge of life and death for many years, a high school detective who has been dealing with corpses since childhood, and a former former killer and former police academy student who has been carefully trained since childhood and is now a genius detective...

If they subtracted the time spent bickering and engaging in meaningless competitions on the road, they could probably set a new record for clearing the haunted house.

Chijiang Nayue held the child's hand and walked towards the next room, not paying much attention to the child's complaints.

He knew that Conan and everyone present had overlooked one thing... With such a luxurious crew, could they really get through the haunted house smoothly?

"Hey, wait!" Matsuda Jinpei, who had already run to the next room to start exploring, suddenly shouted to his companions in a serious tone, "This body is not a prop... Someone is dead here!"

Chijiang Nayue blinked.

Oh, it really comes true.