Chapter 217 Winter is Coming

Yueshan frowned. The man was very strong. He felt his throat hurt when he swallowed his saliva. Seeing the boy with glasses being entangled by another person who grabbed the hilt of the sword, the black-haired man had no time to deal with the wound on his neck. He looked around and finally saw a small ornament in the corner.

He took it in his hand, weighed it, and then threw it directly in that direction. The ornament drew a very perfect arc in the air, knocking the man who was still swinging the long sword to the ground. After the screaming stopped, the black-haired man casually tidied up his sweat-stained hair and said to the stunned boy next to him, "What's with that expression? I had pretty good grades in pencil tennis in college."

"Your neck!" Edogawa Conan didn't care at all about the pencil tennis grades in college that the other person mentioned. His eyes were completely attracted by the large purple marks on the man's neck and the wounds that were pinched by fingernails and were bleeding. The boy wanted to say something anxiously, but saw that the other person just waved his hand, indicating that he should deal with the situation in the venue first.

"Mr. Amuro." The boy then shifted his gaze to the blond man who had gestured to several people to evacuate. The latter knew what he wanted to ask, and just waved his hand to indicate that he had no news now. "We have to find a way to leave here, but before leaving, we have to control the situation first."

"There are too many people, and I don't have enough anesthetic needles." Edogawa Conan frowned. He looked at the huge crowd in the venue with a solemn expression. "We can't leave them here, but if we want to make them all lose their ability to move first..."

It's really troublesome.

The place was in chaos, with broken pieces of glass and porcelain all over the floor. Even if you were not hurt by other people, if you accidentally fell to the ground, your clothes would be torn by the broken pieces, and you might even get covered in blood. A lot of the fragile porcelain containing the incense was broken, and white smoke was rising slowly from several places.

Yueshan Chaoli covered his mouth and nose. He looked at the slowly rising smoke and suddenly remembered something. He kept poking the system in his mind, "Smoke... Is there anything like smoke in the mall?"

The system was flipping through the plasters, and immediately flipped through the mall and listed several products for him.

[There are quite a lot. I recommend you to use the most expensive one. You don't have to put it in by yourself. After buying it, you can just point to it and put it there... But how do you explain this smoke? It doesn't seem normal for something like this to suddenly appear.]

'Now the whole venue is filled with that white smoke that has been added with something unknown. Who knows which one is from the aromatherapy and which one is mine.' Tsukiyama Asari quickly locked onto several places in the venue where white smoke was lingering. 'Change nine, place them evenly, and place them near where the white smoke is thicker.'

[Yes.]

The black-haired man finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he remembered something and quickly added, 'By the way, I want the kind that has a slower effect! Don't let them all fall out at once.'

[Why didn't you say so earlier? ! 】

The system raised its voice in silence, and then quickly let out its breath.

【I know, I know.】

Tsukiyama Asari narrowed his eyes, and saw that in the next second after the system's voice fell, the places where the incense was smashed before began to emit a white smoke that was almost the same. This smoke quickly merged with the incense that was scattered on the ground and then lifted into the air by the people walking around.

"The incense in the venue is getting thicker and thicker, cover your mouth and nose." Tsukiyama Asari said, covering his mouth and nose with his hands. Seeing that the others had taken protective measures before he reminded them because of the smoke everywhere in the venue, he did not remind them any more.

"We can only use the decorations in the venue to let these people sleep for a while." Unable to think of a better way, Amuro frowned, "Are Mr. Mori and that guy in there? I just saw Matsuda, he's doing okay."

Edogawa Conan nodded, he covered a few scattered long swords and daggers in the middle of the thick carpet, this place is very simple to hide things, but for people who have lost their minds now, it's more than enough.

After arranging it, the boy prepared to go to the venue to find Kogoro Mori first. Before they could get there after trying to control the rioting crowd, they heard a noise.

"Don't, don't come over here!" It was the panicked voice of the old man, which sounded familiar, "Mr. Mori...Mr. Mori, please save me!"

Tsukiyama looked inside in the direction of the voice, and it was indeed Takashi Sai, whom he had met several times on the ship before. The one-eyed old man dodged the almost frantic attacks of others in a panic and retreated to the back, but because of his age, his movements were not smooth, and he bumped into the edge of the long table after retreating a few steps, accidentally sweeping the tablecloth and plates on it to the ground.

"Hide back!" Maori Kogoro, who was asked for help, immediately ordered. He first knocked out the man who was originally entangled with him, and then took a few steps to stop the guest in front of the one-eyed old man who was waving a half-broken glass.

"Fortunately, we have Mr. Mori..." Takafumi Saeki stood up breathlessly, holding on to the long table. He did not have time to tidy up his clothes, and the expensive suit was already wrinkled, but the old man did not care about these things now. He murmured, "...how did it become like this."

"You should ask yourself what kind of cooperation partners you have found?" Kogoro Mori muttered. He raised the things he picked up casually in his hand and looked at the other guests around him vigilantly, "You are still smart. You didn't drink anything here, otherwise you would be the same as them."

"Of course I won't drink this kind of tasteless wine... Mr. Mori, someone is coming!" Seeing someone gradually approaching the two of them, the old man, who was about to evaluate the drinks served at the venue again, immediately raised his voice and shouted nervously.

"It's me." Kawashima Akiyoshi, who walked in, waved his hand and gestured, "We've met on the boat before. You two wouldn't have forgotten their impression of each other, right?"

Conan Edogawa, who was about to squeeze through the crowd, paused and quickly took two steps back, "Mr. Amuro, they are still here!" The

two people who were suspected to be Rum were still in the banquet hall. The boy raised his eyebrows, remembering the secret passage that Amuro Toru mentioned during the call. His eyes lit up, "There must be a secret passage in the venue!"

Because of Yutani Miu, one of the three candidates could have been ruled out. Now the remaining two people all stayed in the venue and did not leave. No matter who it was, there must be an evacuation passage in the venue for him.

"Mr. Amuro." Tsukiyama Asari frowned, and his face did not show a smile like the boy. He turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay for you to appear with us in front of that man named Rum?"

Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment, then realized that since the previous time at the foreign villa, Tsukiyama Asari already knew a lot about his current situation. When they talked about these topics along the way, they did not deliberately avoid him. The black-haired man was actually a very smart person. He probably had guessed what they were going to do and Rum's identity from these.

"No problem, he knows that I'm a student at Mori's place, so there's nothing wrong with me acting familiar with them in front of him." The blond-haired, dark-skinned man thought for a while before replying, "But I need to think carefully about the reason why I didn't leave here as he ordered. The most troublesome thing now is..."

"We're not sure who he is yet." Conan Edogawa replied in a calm voice. He raised his head and said sternly to the masked black-haired man, "Asari, you must not take off the mask in front of them."

Hearing this, Tsukiyama Asari subconsciously touched the mask on his face and responded seriously.

The boy wanted to say something, but the guest in front of him who was holding a wine glass and muttering to himself suddenly staggered a few times, slowly swayed forward a few times, and then fell to the ground. Conan Edogawa was startled, he hurriedly took a few steps forward to support the man, preventing the fallen guest from falling directly to the ground.

"What's going on?!" Not far away, Maori Kogoro also shouted. Several guests around him gradually stopped what they had just done, closed their eyes with blank expressions, and fell to the ground. "Could it be because of that... incense and the thing in the wine?"

After saying that, he tied the tie that was originally around his mouth and nose tighter. Takafumi Sai next to him covered his nose with his hands and pushed the person who fell to the ground cautiously. The latter did not react at all, and obviously fainted.

"Why did you faint suddenly?" Kawashima Akiyoshi covered his mouth and nose with his hands, frowned and asked with a little suspicion.

"How would I know such a problem?" Maori Kogoro looked around and found that more and more people were slowly fainting on the ground. He looked at the venue full of white smoke with a grim expression and said, "He must have inhaled too much of that drug. Damn... Even if he faints now and won't do what he just did, but because he ingested so many hallucinogenic drugs and fell into a coma, there is a high probability... No, he will definitely be brain dead."

Tsukiyama Asari followed the boy from behind and walked around the guests lying on the ground. When he came to this side, the black-haired man looked down at the people on the ground and knew that the drug had worked. He breathed a sigh of relief and said nervously, "Brain dead...?"

"Well." The detective said with a serious face, "If he fainted due to inhaling an overdose of drugs, it is almost certain that his brain will be damaged. If he is rescued in time, he may be fine, but now... I am afraid that the conditions are not met."

"I almost forgot about this..."

Hearing this, the black-haired man remembered that he had to suppress the aromatherapy powder mixed with drugs in the venue. He quickly selected a fully automatic air evolution bag in the shape of a vase from the products found by the system. After setting it to only absorb the incense powder mixed with something, he randomly chose a decoration and put it next to it.

[It is recommended to add something to the smoke to erase the memory of tonight's time period. Of course, if you want to wear glasses for the rest of your life after saving someone, just ignore what I said. 】

After listening to the system's awkward reminder, he bought the same amount of medicine. After calculating the money he had spent, Tsukiyama Asari felt the pain in his heart. The corners of his mouth twitched several times, and he couldn't help asking in his heart, 'Are you a spy sent by the mall? Why are the things you chose so expensive? '

【But the effect is good. Besides, you have enough inventory, why are you searching so hard? 】

"Of course I have to save more first..."

Tsukiyama Asari muttered to himself and stopped talking to the system. He turned to the venue. Just when he asked the system to place a vase, almost all the guests who had taken drugs in the venue fell down because of the drugs. Now, the only ones standing in the venue were the two blindfolded guests, Maori Kogoro and his group.

... and Amuro Toru, who was a waiter, and Matsuda Jinpei, who came in pretending to be an invited guest.

"Hey, let me ask you something." Seeing that the situation had finally calmed down, Sai Takafumi straightened his sleeves and finally recovered a bit of his previous appearance. He frowned and looked around, then walked a few steps to Amuro Toru, who was wearing a conspicuous uniform, and said in a very bad tone, "Did you do this with the incense and the stuff in the wine?"

"I really don't know about this." Amuro Toru spread his hands and made a gesture of weakness to calm the other party down a little. "I'm just here to work part-time to make money, boss..."

He glanced at Tsukiyama Asari and changed the subject. "My current boss never told me these..."

Kawashima Akiyoshi looked at him, temporarily loosened his hands that were covering his mouth and nose, and adjusted the mask on his face. "Really? It seems that your boss didn't let you evacuate the venue like the other waiters. They just ran away quickly."

"Ah... Maybe he let me leave first too?" Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes and smiled, "But when I came to my senses, the door was closed. Sorry, sorry, I don't think anyone could be distracted and leave in the scene just now?"

"Curiosity kills the cat, that's true." The old man looked at him and whispered.

Feeling that the atmosphere was not right at the moment, Edogawa Conan frowned and secretly observed the two men who questioned Amuro Toru's appearance at this time, but soon, the stalemate was broken.

"Aren't you the one... the one who quarreled with your brother at the place where you boarded the ship?" Maori Kogoro shouted at the black curly-haired man who was walking towards the position of the few people, "You didn't drink that thing either?"

......?

Thinking of the script that Kasugawa Shugo wrote with great enthusiasm, Matsuda Jinpei's expression twisted for a few seconds. He spoke in a bad mood, sounding really angry, "Ha, if you have a brother who is so favored that everyone revolves around him, and wants to kill you and take all the family property every day, you will also be alert to all the fragrant things and foods around you."

"And..." He paused, folded his hands on his chest and said, "My father never talked to me about what happened here. For me, seeing that kind of experiment... I am more afraid than excited. Under such circumstances, I certainly won't be like them and drink the same color of blood."

"Among these rich people, there are finally some normal people like you." Maori Kogoro patted his shoulder and said.

Tsukiyama Asari watched his actions and couldn't help but twitched his lips.

No, in fact, there was no one who drank alcohol or inhaled too much aromatherapy at the scene. They were either police officers or members of the organization. It's better to say that the "rich people" mentioned by Maori Kogoro have been wiped out.

"Let's not stay here for long." Okiya Subaru took a few steps and looked around. "This is full of that aromatherapy powder. If we stay any longer, we might end up like these people. Let's find a way out first."

Several people nodded in agreement with this suggestion. Tsukiyama simply walked towards the wall and walked along the wall for a short circle in the venue before he realized that the footsteps behind him were lingering. The man seemed to be following him.

He simply stopped and reached out to touch the decorative wall lamp on the wall in front of him. As soon as his hand grasped the cold handle, he heard the footsteps behind him speed up a lot. The man who had been walking behind him really caught up with him in a few steps.

"Don't move, look up at the light." Subaru Okiya reached out and pressed the front end of the wall lamp, pretending to study the lamp with him, but actually whispered, "...your mask is about to break."

Tsukiyama reached out and touched his face, and then he found that because of the blade that had been pressed against his mask before, and the crack that had just been opened by the collision with the wall, it had expanded a little bit when he checked the wall just now, and it seemed that it was about to break from the position below the eyes.

That position is a very important support point. If it breaks, the fixing straps on the side will all break, and it will be completely impossible to maintain it on the face.

"First..."

"Did you find anything?"

The voice coming from afar made Subaru Okiya stop talking quickly. He moved closer and whispered almost in the other's ear, "I will break my mask into pieces, but leave the upper half. Find a chance to exchange it with me later."

After that, the agent quickly stood up and turned to answer the question of the old man who hurried over, "I was looking at this wall lamp, but nothing happened."

"Is that so?" He squinted his eyes, and several people who didn't find anything came over after hearing the sound. The last one to arrive was Kogoro Mouri. He kicked a bulge when he approached and was about to fall to the ground. Before Takashi Sai in front of him could reach out to support him, he grabbed the hanging decorative curtain beside him and stabilized his body.

"What's holding me back?!"

The man's muttering could have been used to liven up the atmosphere, but before Tsukiyama Asari could show a helpless expression with a smile, he felt the wall lamp he had been holding in his hand suddenly move down a distance due to the small force he had just applied as the curtain was being pulled down, and a series of small "clicks" came from the inside of the wall.

"Wait......!" The black-haired man's eyes widened, and before he could say anything, he felt something empty under his feet. The rectangular blanket under their feet, which was not very large, flipped down from the pattern on the side, and the people who were originally standing on it had nothing under their feet, and fell directly down along the slanted passage connected below.

"Protect your head!"

Unable to tell who was shouting, Tsukiyama Asari subconsciously chose the safest landing position. When his back hit the ground hard, before he could even catch his breath, he felt a weight on his wrist. Someone pulled him back a distance from behind. The place where several people had fallen was pierced by an iron arrow from somewhere.

The person who had originally pulled his wrist took advantage of everyone being in a state of shock and quickly touched the neck of the black-haired man and pulled off the mask on his face.

Tsukiyama Asari took a deep breath because the wound on his neck was touched unconsciously by the other party, but he still followed the other party's movements and put on the mask that was handed to him by Okiya Subaru, which had roughly the same cracks and only half of it was left, on his face.

Author's words:

Thank you for reading

Because of my busy studies, I can only update 3k a day, but 3k3k feels like it affects the viewing experience, so I decided to update 6k every other day starting from today, so that the viewing experience will be better~

I don't update much, this year's classes are too many and I can't spare the time. If you think it's too short and the plot is not coherent, I suggest you check it out again

(Ahhh, why do you always turn the boat into a bed! What sentence has multiple beds, it's weird.