Chapter 220 Winter is Coming

[Not so optimistic, the concentration there is much higher than here.]

This sentence immediately made Tsukiyama frown. Using the flying dust and dim light to cover up the colorless and odorless sleeping powder was indeed a clever trick. Even Amuro Toru could not guarantee that he would inhale a few puffs when studying the combination lock just now. Moreover, unlike the sleeping pills in his dark room that were so diluted that they had no effect, there was not only enough quantity and concentration, but also three discharge ports.

After these powders were discharged into the closed environment of the secret room, they completely merged with the air. Covering the mouth and nose with hands or clothes had little effect in the air that was not flowing at all. As long as people could breathe, they would continue to inhale the sleeping powder, and finally suffocate to death in their sleep. This

thought made the black-haired man serious. He reached out and knocked hard on the wall, and said, "Mr. Maori, how are you doing over there?"

There was no movement over there, but the system that was detecting the air over there flashed twice and spoke again.

[In addition to sleeping pills, there are also anesthetics.]

It really is double insurance.

He clapped twice more, and the sound finally attracted the attention of the old man who was dozing with his eyes closed in the corner. Sai Takashi stood up and followed his movements to knock on the stone wall, and asked worriedly, "What happened?"

"I wanted to discuss the matter of the secret passage with Mr. Mori again, but no one responded... Sorry, did I wake you up?" Tsukiyama Asari pursed his lips, but still did not tell the old man next to him about the situation for the time being.

The latter looked at the stone wall and suggested, "Maybe he took a break. The air in the conference hall was really uncomfortable to smell. You can't study this mechanism seriously without concentrating. You should take a break too... come here."

Before the black-haired man could react, he was held by the forearm and pulled to the place where the old man had rested before. "I cleaned up this place a little when I took a break just now. There is not as much dust as other places... I have already rested for a while. I will take over the guard from now on."

[Ding——]

When Tsukiyama Asari was brought to the place where Sai Takafumi had just been, the system suddenly issued a very light prompt sound. The man glanced at the panel with changing values ​​in his mind, his eyes flashed slightly, and the action of wanting to refuse also stopped.

He leaned against the wall and slowly sat down, rubbing his temples with his hands, and smiled, "Then I can only trouble Mr. Saii."

After closing his eyes, the smile on his face quickly faded. He had not received any response from knocking on the stone wall and asking questions just now, but he believed that Amuro Toru and Edogawa Conan would not be knocked down so easily by sleeping pills. It is more likely that under the effect of sleeping pills and anesthetics, their bodies that have lost their strength are temporarily unable to make sounds that can penetrate the stone wall, and the subtle sounds are also covered by the wall, so that people here can't hear the struggle over there at all.

At this time, this ear-drop type communicator is definitely Dr. Agasa's greatest invention.

Tsukiyama Asari thought about it, and took a break to touch the button on the back of the eardrop to adjust his voice. After turning the sound to the maximum, he used his fingernails to scrape the surface of the eardrop vigorously. The not-so-obvious scratching sound was amplified several times by the communicator.

While doing this, the black-haired man apologized in his heart to the people who were tortured by the sound that was amplified several times, like nails scratching a blackboard.

It is not known whether this horrific sound worked, but the sound of fingers tapping on the communicator was finally heard from the other side. Then, the sound of Amuro Toru's hoarse breath was heard, as if he had tried his best to suppress the drowsiness caused by the drugs. His voice was very low, enough for the person on the other side of the earphone to hear, but it could not penetrate the thick stone wall, "...there's something wrong with the air."

He seemed to be reminding his companions around him, but received no reply. Knowing that the other party did not want Kawashima Akiyoshi to know that he was communicating through the earphone, he pretended to remind others and tapped the earphone to indicate that he understood.

Logically, he should not know those police codes, but now he can't communicate with the people over there without codes, so he frowned and simply pushed the fact that he knew the simpler codes to Kasugawa Shugo.

With this police officer who has extremely close relations with both sides, he has a reasonable explanation for both the information about the organization and the use of codes. After thinking this through, he quickly tapped his eardrops and simply conveyed the situation on his side.

There was silence for a while, and another voice came over, which was still childish even though it was swept by sleepiness, "...Amuro brother, I want to sleep for a while."

Synchronously with the voice of Edogawa Conan was the sound of fingers tapping on the eardrops.

[...I have an idea. They

had to take action. Rum, who was wearing a special mask, could wait until they slowly fainted or died from the air before leaving, but they couldn't wait. They had to

leave before the effect of the drug completely washed away their rationality and the thin oxygen in the room was completely consumed.

After a long time, Tsukiyama closed his eyes and looked inside. When he saw the old man who was originally in the secret room walking towards him, he pinched his nose with his fingertips and took a low breath, "...The air here seems a bit stuffy."

Takashi Sai, who was originally checking the stone wall to see if there would be more clues, didn't know what he touched, and a lot of fine dust came down. The black-haired man below was immediately snorted and coughed several times while the other party apologized repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, use this first." A hoarse voice came from above, and the old man took out a handkerchief from his pocket embarrassedly and handed it over, "There's too much dust here... This handkerchief is clean." "

Cough cough... cough...! It's okay, thank you." After the other party handed over the handkerchief, Tsukiyama thanked him inside. He looked down at the handkerchief in his hand, which was of good quality, and covered his mouth and nose with it under the other party's sight. He coughed several times while breathing, "Cough... The air here is really too bad, I feel it's better to go out early."

"It's not too late to find a way out after you have a good rest. I think Mr. Maori and the others should have rested."

"Really?" Tsukiyama coughed twice more, he put down the handkerchief in his hand, and whispered, "Why is there no sound over there for a long time, I hope nothing happened."

"If something happened, we will definitely hear it here." Sai Takashi comforted him, and he walked to the stone wall on the other side that separated the two dark rooms and sat down again, "I think they should be tired after going through so many things."

This sentence did not get a response, the old man turned his head and looked, the black-haired man lowered his head, as if he wanted to respond to his words, but in the strong sleepiness that swept over and the stuffy dark room that accelerated this sleepiness, his lips just trembled slightly a few times, then lowered his head and wrapped himself in the warm sweatshirt and coat and fell asleep.

The sound of gentle breathing came from the corner. Before Takashi Saii closed his eyes, a loud muffled sound came from behind the stone wall.

The wall even shook slightly.

The old man opened his eyes instantly. The moment he opened his eyes, he turned his head to look at the place where Tsukiyama was. He also heard the sound, but because he was not sitting next to the nearest stone wall, and the sound was blocked by the stone wall, the black-haired man, who was completely shrouded in sleepiness, only moved a little because of the sound. His eyelashes fluttered and he tried to open his eyes, but it didn't work. In less than a moment, he fell asleep again.

But the people next door were not as trapped as he was. After the loud noise, there was a noise coming from there.

Sai Takashi took out a very small metal instrument from his pocket. He put the thin end against the wall and connected the other end, which looked like an earphone, to his right ear. The sound that was a little blurry due to the stone wall immediately became clear.

"What's that sound?"

After the noise, Maori Kogoro's snoring completely disappeared. The man's voice was still vague as if he was awakened from his sleep. Then there was the sound of a lighter being turned on. He didn't realize what had happened at the moment. He just realized that he was not very sleepy just now and complained loudly, "Damn it, there must be something wrong with the air here. How could I fall asleep just now? I have to find a way quickly...Amuro?"

In the flickering firelight, the famous detective He vaguely saw something and his original complaints were stuck in his throat. His years of detective experience made him subconsciously feel some crisis. Footsteps came from the other side of the wall. It seemed that Maori Kogoro took a step back under the sense of crisis, "What was that just now... What are you holding in your hand?!"

The boy who was originally sleeping soundly was awakened by the sound and talking just now. The boy also complained with a sleepy voice from the other side, "Uncle, you woke me up..."

"Hey, Conan, come here quickly." Maori Kogoro's serious voice interrupted the other party's whispered complaints. He stared at the person standing in front of Edogawa Conan with his very familiar hand with full vigilance and caution. The blond man holding a gun tensed up all his muscles, "Come here quickly!"

"What, what..." The man's serious tone made the child feel a sense of crisis. He turned his head to look beside him, and after a moment of silence, Edogawa Conan's voice, almost close to a scream, came over, "Uncle Mori, look... Uncle Kawashima's chest!"

"Come here first! Stay away from that guy!"

A burst of footsteps belonging to children sounded, and at the same time, the muffled sound of the stone wall being pressed down hard was also heard, as if someone was supporting the wall with his hands, barely supporting his body that was exhausted due to the drugs.

"You bastard... put the gun down!"

The boy quickly ran to his trusted uncle. Maori Kogoro put his hand behind him to protect him, and looked at the gun-holding blond man in disbelief. "You actually killed Kawashima..." He

was responded by a click of bullets being loaded. In this case, the blond-haired dark-skinned man even had the leisure to hum an inaudible tune in a very light voice at this time. He slowly moved his hand holding the gun and smiled, "Are you surprised? Master Maori."

Judging from the location of the voice, he was the one who held the wall just now.

"You are actually in cahoots with this group of people!" This title was full of anger in the voice of Kogoro Mori, who was horrified by this sudden change. He raised his voice, "Damn..."

"Ha, whether it is a waiter or Mr. Mori's apprentice, they are just finding some fun for themselves in their spare time... I am indeed very interested in you, the famous detective, and the people around you. But now..." Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. The gun was aimed at Kogoro Mouri's chest with the help of the lighter in his hand. "Compared to all this fun, my life is more important."

After saying this, he cursed secretly because of the overly strong effect of the drug. Then the sound of a dagger being unsheathed was heard, as if the blond man used the sharp blade of the dagger to cut the skin on his arm in order to keep himself awake.

"You!" Seeing the other party's behavior, Kogoro Mori's voice was full of obvious emotions, but then he quickly realized that he should not dwell on Amuro Toru's behavior, but focused on what he had just said, "You said life is more important...what do you mean?"

He was responded with a sneer, "I didn't expect that the famous detective would be so confused. Haven't you noticed...? The air here is pitifully scarce."

Looking at the other party's incredulous expression, the blond-haired and dark-skinned man curled the corners of his mouth, and even hooked his hand. The finger on the trigger of the gun pressed down, "In this situation, the fewer people who can breathe, the better. I wanted to attack you first, but we are master and apprentice after all, and I can't bear to let you leave in your sleep, so I have to deal with that guy first." The

crime of murder was mentioned in such a light tone by the opponent, and Maori Kogoro was so angry that his breathing became heavier. Finding that the opponent didn't want to continue like this, Maori Kogoro gritted his teeth and had no choice but to fight to the death.

Inside Amuro, the former police officer, who was still agile, immediately turned off the lighter, pushed Edogawa Conan to the corner in the tomb that suddenly fell into darkness, and then rushed over from the side of Amuro with a gun raised, making a series of rapid footsteps.

However, the human body is no match for guns and ammunition. Coupled with the superb shooting skills of the code member called Bourbon, Maori Kogoro was hit by several bullets before he even had time to get close. He let out a hoarse cry because of the huge pain, "Damn...!"

As the boy shouted worriedly, a dull thud of a body hitting the ground was heard, but the bullet did not hit the vital part. Maori Kogoro still had the strength to speak, "You guy... I think I trusted the wrong person."

Amuro Toru did not respond to him directly. Another round of footsteps was heard, and he fell to the ground. The detective on the ground understood what was going on instantly. He shouted at the man who was walking towards the corner, "You...what are you going to do?! Hey! If you want to attack me, come and attack me. What's the big deal about grabbing a kid?!"

The huge noise finally woke up Tsukiyama Chaoli, who was sleeping with his head down. His light eyes were still filled with deep sleepiness, but after listening to the movement over there for a while, the sleepiness in his eyes was completely replaced by shock and disbelief. He supported his head, which was swollen and painful due to the excessive amount of information, and tried to prop up his body with no strength at all. He knocked hard on the stone wall, "Mr. Maori?"

"Asari!" Upon hearing Tsukiyama Asari's voice, Kogoro Mori immediately shouted, "Be careful of Amuro Toru, he is in cahoots with those guys in the venue! This guy wants to kill them all, you'd better find a way to leave here quickly! He is--"

"Tsk."

The last words of the famous detective disappeared with the sound of the gun.

"W-what...?" the black-haired man muttered subconsciously, but then he immediately realized what this meant. The rest of the words got stuck in his throat and he didn't make any sound for a long time.

"Uncle Mori--" Edogawa Conan's voice rang out from the other side of the wall, shaking uncontrollably. The boy ran to the wall in a panic with a crying voice, slapped the wall hard, and choked, "Uncle Mori... Brother Asari... Save me, Brother Asari--! I, I don't want to die, I want to go home."

"Conan? Conan!" The boy's crying made Tsukiyama Asari speechless for a long time. He pinched his palm hard, then clenched his fists and hit the wall harder, "Amuro Toru!"

"Ah, it's Asari. Are you woken up?" Amuro Toru's voice was not as relaxed as his words. It seemed that he was troubled by the effects of the drugs, trying hard to get rid of the fatigue and sleepiness. "Don't worry, I will definitely not hurt you after I find a way to get out."

"After all, you are an incredible discovery. I can't give this credit to others easily."

"Credit...?" Tsukiyama opened his eyes slightly, and then his eyebrows were filled with anger, "So this is why you came to work in the cafe!"

This sentence reached the ears of the old man next to him. He calmly moved a little to the side, and his frowning eyebrows quickly relaxed. His suspicion that Toru Amuro did not submit this huge discovery during his lurking period was quickly dispelled.

He actually hid such a big news because of his ambition that would kill him. He thought that there would be some connection between Bourbon and the police, but he didn't expect that he was just a fool who wanted to climb up by any means. In a place that several people could not see, Sai Takashi's eyes, which had been quite gentle, quickly turned cold, and he turned away with disdain.

"It seems inappropriate to talk about these things now." Amuro Toru curled his lips, "Let me deal with this noisy kid first."

"You! Amuro... Amuro Toru! Don't touch him...!" Tsukiyama Asari gritted his teeth and slammed the wall with his hands. He was unaware of the blood marks on the stone wall from the side of his fist. Soon, he realized that the man in the dark room next door was completely different from the waiter who pretended to have a good personality. He would not stop at all, and he could not break this huge stone wall at all. The man's movements gradually weakened, and the last voice was almost pleading, "Don't hurt him..."

"Conan..."

Whether it was an angry shout or a pleading murmur, the man on the other side of the wall seemed not to hear it, and even the footsteps did not stop for a moment because of these words. Edogawa Conan's choking voice suddenly got stuck in his throat as the footsteps approached, and then immediately came the sound of a boy's scream being suppressed in his throat, as if someone had grabbed his neck and lifted him up from the ground.

"Don't..."

The gunshot covered the barely audible sound, and then the boy's body, which had already lost its breath, was thrown to the ground at random, and the muffled sound that foreshadowed the end also came from the moment it hit the ground.

A series of events made the man's head buzz, and he held onto the wall, and his whole body shook uncontrollably, and his hands supported the wall and slid down to the ground little by little.

"...... scum."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with tears and anger.

Amuro Toru ignored the curse, and after solving several other problems, he leaned against the wall and searched back and forth in the secret room. It seemed that he found nothing. The man who had lost his patience quickly dialed the phone.

On the other side of the wall, the old man took out his mobile phone slowly and answered it.

"Rum..." Not used to putting himself in such a low position, even in the secret room with thin air, Toru Amuro kept his voice very relaxed. He curled the corners of his lips, as if he was not locked in a secret room with no way out, but was leisurely at a banquet, "I have a great discovery, I wonder if you are interested."

"Great discovery." Sai Takafumi snorted and laughed, without changing his voice at all, still speaking in the voice of this old man, "Like finding relatives of Jundu who have been away for a long time?"

"...What?"

The person on the other side was stunned, and then immediately reacted to something, and the original easy disguise was replaced by astonishment, "It's you...!"

"If you hadn't pretended to be like this, I wouldn't have known you had such great ambitions." The old man's voice turned cold, and when he said this, the old age in his voice had disappeared. "Unfortunately, now your 'great contribution'... I'm afraid you won't have the chance to get it."

Before the other party could say anything, Sai Takashi's voice changed its tone, "You are now in the gas chamber with those corpses, waiting to be smoked into bones by the poison gas."

"Gas chamber? No... Wait, wait!" The voices on the other side quickly became flustered. Under the weakness caused by the drug, Bourbon knew that if he wanted to get out now, the only way was to get the password that only Rum knew. He gritted his teeth and said that he still had a lot of information, and gave a lot of benefits and guarantees in a panic. These even stuttering words made Takashi Saii's face flash with a bit of satisfaction.

"4913, there will be no next time." The old man said, and immediately there was a flurry of footsteps on the other side.

"Of course... Of course there won't be a next time...?!" When he hurriedly opened the combination lock and re-fastened the brick, a cold light shot out from the position above the combination lock. The guy, who was overwhelmed by the drugs and the joy of finally being saved, had no time to react, and was shot in the neck by a hidden weapon.

The mobile phone fell first.

"...You..."

Amuro Toru's voice squeezed out from his throat. He covered his neck, and the questioning words were stuck between the cold hidden weapons. With a muffled sound of falling to the ground, there was complete silence.

Sai Takashi put the phone back into his pocket and clapped his hands lightly, "I didn't expect that the smart guy was just a greedy and cowardly fool who couldn't support his ambitions."

After saying that, he straightened his messy suit and walked towards the black-haired man next to the wall.

"It's you..." Hearing the footsteps, Tsukiyama, who had been hanging his head, turned his head inside, revealing a pair of eyes moistened by bright tears and hatred under his messy black hair.

This pair of familiar eyes made Sai Takashi, or rather Rum, raise an eyebrow. He squatted down and reached out to untie the mask strap on the black-haired man's face. The half-sturdy yet fragile mask quickly fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

His upturned eyes were completely exposed to the light of the lighter raised by Rum. After the pupils were dyed with the flickering red of the light, the original color of the pupils was diluted.

Rum looked at Tsukiyama Asari's face, and a trace of viciousness flashed across his eyes.

He had seen a pair of almost identical eyes before. The black-haired boy was standing in the fire that spread throughout the villa. His parents' excellent family education made him stand straight like a young pine tree even though he was wearing the clothes that covered all the scars from experiments.

At the boy's feet was the corpse of the philanthropist who gave him the surname 'Yugu'. In his hand was the weapon that had just been inserted into the other's chest. When Rum, who had lowered the brim of his hat to check the situation, collapsed into the fire, he saw a pair of eyes wet with tears and hatred.

These eyes finally hit the twisted dissatisfaction and disgust in his heart. The old man took out his other hand from his waist. The gun was aimed at Tsukiyama Asari's right eye. The gun was held in his hand, and even made a slight clicking sound because he used too much force.

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