Chapter 216 Winter is Coming

The woman's murmurs did not cover the sound of the door closing.

"Don't come to me... Don't come..."

She seemed to see something that didn't exist, and her eyes were blank with fear. The woman looked around in panic, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the clothes of her husband who had just hugged her tightly, "Go find him... It's all his. The funds... are all his. He has been..."

"Are you crazy?!" the man she was holding roared. He pulled down the other's hand and looked in the direction of the other's sight. As if he saw the same scenery as her, the man shivered and shouted violently, "Shut up... I tell you to shut up!"

The voices of the two were drowned out by other shouts. All that could be seen was the intensification of the original quarrel. When Kogoro Mouri pushed through the crowded crowd and ran over, the man had already grabbed the other's neck with a ferocious face.

"Hey! Stop it!" Maori Kogoro hurriedly went up to pull the two apart. He held the struggling man tightly and shouted, "Do you still want to kill people?! Hey--"

He cursed secretly, and finally realized that these people couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

"Find a place to hide first!" Maori Kogoro turned around and shouted at Edogawa Conan and the others. His hands moved quickly and knocked the man who was still struggling with red eyes to the ground. However, the venue was already in chaos. He couldn't even find the location of the three people with the crowd moving around, let alone let them hear his voice clearly in this situation.

On the other side, Tsukiyama Asari and others had been forced to retreat to the long table in the banquet hall.

Conan Edogawa had just used his sneakers and some decorations in the venue to knock out a few people, and Subaru Okiya also swiftly knocked out the guests around him who had begun to hurt others with the objects in their hands, but they couldn't really hurt these people, so their movements were inevitably limited.

After inhaling incense for an afternoon and drinking an unknown amount of wine with ginseng, most of the people who fell into hallucinations completely lost their minds and couldn't even feel pain. They were just like zombies who only wanted to kill the ghosts who came to seek revenge on them. As long as they didn't faint, they would continue to attack the people around them.

"Damn..." Edogawa Conan gritted his teeth. Because he had just stopped them from killing each other, the boy had a thin layer of sweat on his head. He squinted his eyes and looked at the people around him. He couldn't find any way to stop them.

The boy stretched out his hand to press his glasses, and after magnifying his vision with the lenses, he kept searching for a passage to leave the venue. But let alone a passage, there was not even a ventilation duct inside. It was simply a huge beast cage.

He squinted his eyes and was about to say something else, but suddenly he saw many large and small, precisely crafted daggers and long swords above the decorative display cabinet not far away.

"Wait..." the boy's face turned pale in an instant, "We can't let them get those weapons! Brother Asari, you go wait by the door first, Mr. Subaru and I will go..."

He said as he ran towards the exhibition stand, but before he had taken a few steps or even finished his sentence, Tsukiyama Asari, who he had arranged to go to a safer place nearby, caught up with him. Seeing that the young detective wanted to say something, the black-haired man quickly interrupted him before he opened his mouth again, "Judging from your age, the one who should go to a safe place the most should be you, an underage guy."

Edogawa Conan stopped talking. He quickened his pace and ran forward. Suddenly, he felt a tightness on his back. Tsukiyama Asari, who had just refuted him, grabbed his clothes from behind and violently dragged the boy back.

A familiar ceramic aromatherapy box soon fell to the place where the boy was. The fragile surface cracked the moment it touched the ground, and the powder inside was directly blown up into a large cloud of white smoke. Tsukiyama quickly squatted down and covered Edogawa Conan's mouth and nose. He accidentally inhaled two mouthfuls of aromatherapy during the action, and coughed.

"Go this way."

Okiya Subaru quickly reached out and lifted the black-haired man up from the ground by his arm, and then pulled him to run in another direction. At the place where the few people were about to go, several people who had thrown off their masks were wrestling in a ball.

"We have to find a way to stop them!" Edogawa Conan also coughed a few times because of the smoke just now, "Even if they don't get the knife, if they continue like this, someone will definitely die."

"There are too many of them." Okiya Subaru frowned, "We can only make them faint first, but it will take too long to knock them out one by one."

As he spoke, the venue was filled with the sound of more objects breaking than before. Almost everything became a weapon that those who were trapped in hallucinations could easily pick up. The pink-haired man saw that someone had raised the knife and could only temporarily change direction, "I'll go stop them."

"Give us the weapons." Edogawa Conan responded, but when they hurried to the decorative knives that were placed in the venue with ulterior motives, someone had already discovered this excellent weapon.

"Don't come over, stay away from me--!"

A guest who had red eyes like the others and was completely immersed in hallucination pulled out a long sword that was used as a decoration on the wall and was swinging it around. The sword cut the bodies of the guests around him, but those people were trapped in their own world, as if they were completely unaware of it.

This weird and terrifying scene made Edogawa Conan's scalp numb. He quickened his speed and ran forward. Behind the guest, the woman who had screamed before was walking forward while whispering to herself.

"Don't go over there--!" Edogawa Conan shouted. He gritted his teeth and looked around to see if there was anything he could use to knock the man to the ground, but he only saw debris all over the ground. Seeing that the sword was about to pierce the woman's neck, a figure quickly passed by and threw the man to the ground.

Tsukiyama panted inward, stretched out his hand and quickly knocked the woman who was knocked to the ground by him, fearing that the other party would get up again and hit him on the sword.

'This...is this a detective world? Why do I feel like I'm in a battle royale? ? '

He complained to the system in his heart, and saw that the man holding the sword stopped moving. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the man raised the long sword directly and slid it towards his neck.

"?!"

Tsukiyama Asari's expression was blank for a second. He struggled to get up from the ground, stretched out his hand and firmly held down the guest's hand holding the sword. Because of the pulling action between the two, the sharp sword tip hit the mask on the black-haired man's face. He gritted his teeth and pulled the other's wrist outward for a distance, shouting, "Conan - hit him in the back of the head!"

Fortunately, the mask was strong enough, otherwise, with the force of the sword tip against his face, it could directly carve into his nose.

"Hide to the right!"

Conan Edogawa quickly found something useful around him, and the boy quickly kicked out the small decorative vase. Just when it was about to hit the man's back of the head, the man suddenly changed direction, and the vase that was originally intended to hit him on the back of the head fell on his hand held by Tsukiyama Asari, and the long sword fell directly to the ground.

The latter quickly stretched out his foot to kick the dangerous object out, and no one expected that the guest who lost his weapon seemed to be suddenly enraged. Tsukiyama Asari only felt a weight on his wrist, and the next second he was directly pressed against the wall next to him. The man grabbed his neck with his hand, and his face was ferocious as if he wanted to break his neck.

"Brother Asari?!" Conan Edogawa's eyes widened instantly. He raised his hand to open his watch-shaped gun and aimed it at the man. Someone nearby discovered the knives again and came over to knock the boy who was about to shoot an anesthetic needle at the man.

"Hmm..."

Feeling the other party's nails digging into his flesh due to the huge force, Tsukiyama Asari opened his mouth and tried hard to breathe. He only had a display case with daggers at hand. The black-haired man tried to cut the other party's wrist with the blade to stop the action, but people who inhaled an overdose of drugs had no pain at all. I'm afraid that only by stabbing the dagger into his throat or heart can he stop the action at this moment.

He paused, dropped the dagger back to the ground, and grabbed the wrist of the man who was pinching his neck again, and twisted it backwards.

The system was in a panic, and after seeing him throw away the weapon, it kept raising its voice and shouting.

[Why did you throw away the dagger? Do you want to be strangled to death by him? ! ]

'If I don't throw it away, I will become the first main character in this comic to go to jail for murder! 'Tsukiyama Asari gritted his teeth and twisted the man's arm, then used his feet to push the man down to the ground, causing the back of his head to hit the higher step next to him. Even with the hit, the guy's hand strength was still unabated. He was about to use the posture of pushing the man to the ground to hit him again when suddenly someone smashed the man's forehead with a vase in his hand.

The man with red eyes finally closed his eyes and passed out. Tsukiyama Asari quickly pulled away his unconscious and powerless hand from his neck, turned his head and coughed violently several times.

"Are you okay?!" Amuro said with a gloomy face. He put down the broken pieces of the vase that he was still holding in his hand, and his gloomy eyes stayed on the terrifying pinch marks on the man's neck for a moment, and then quickly moved away.

Yueshan Chaoli covered his neck and shook his head. He rubbed his neck which had just been pinched hard. He looked around but couldn't find a place to put the things. He could only cover the daggers under the carpet to prevent them from being picked up again.

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