However, before the man on the hospital bed said anything, Jinpei Matsuda felt someone pulling his sleeve.

He turned around and saw that Sugawa Gen was serious. He shook his head gently and said, "It's okay, Matsuda. He's not a bad person."

Matsuda Jinpei: ..

He suddenly wanted to knock this guy's head open to see what was inside. Wasn't he a bad guy?

His body was covered with wounds, and he had a dark aura that would never appear unless he had killed a few people. This person's dangerousness was evident everywhere, but how could Qichuan say that he was not a bad guy?

He narrowed his eyes slightly with a bad look, and clamped down on Qichuan Yuan who was trying to get closer, and said in a cold voice:

"Then please explain to us, sir, why should we listen to you when you so brazenly stop us from going here?"

Akai Shuichi's expression remained unchanged, his eyes calm as water, but he pointed out the mistake in Matsuda Jinpei's language:

"You're wrong. I just told Qichuan not to go."

I don't care whether you live or die.

Matsuda Jinpei easily understood what he had not finished saying, and his breath was held in place, and he believed even more that this man was not a good person.

Shuichi Akai's energy was not enough to support him arguing with strangers in a boring way. He simply ignored the curly-haired police officer who wanted to say something. He looked at Gen Sugawa, and his eyes, which were full of willfulness and carelessness in the past, showed incomparable seriousness:

"In short, don't go to this place."

He didn't want to say more. This already involved the organization's actions. Recently, due to factional struggles within the organization, there were always a few troublesome maggots following him. If he leaked the information here, he would be in danger.

But looking at Qichuan Yuan's expression, he already understood the reason.

Shuichi Akai closed his eyes and slowly slowed down his breathing. The excessive blood loss and the strong aftereffects of the anesthesia quickly pulled him into a coma.

Before he lost consciousness, he thought that Qichuan would definitely not listen to his advice, but it was good that he could make some preparations after he said that.

Qichuanyuan frowned, as if thinking about something.

Shuichi Akai's attitude towards him has always been that he can do anything as long as his life is not endangered. Even Shuichi Akai is trying to stop him. What is in the Huangtun Villa?

He pursed his lips and had some ideas.

But before he could put his idea into practice, he felt a pain in his head. He raised his head in confusion and looked at Matsuda Jinpei's extremely unhappy but worried eyes. He opened his mouth reflexively to stop Matsuda Jinpei from speaking:

"No way, I will definitely go!"

Don't go this time..

Matsuda Jinpei silently swallowed the words that were about to stop him and helplessly pressed the curly-haired head of his subordinate.

"Forget it. I don't think you'll listen."

But maybe nothing will go wrong this time since he's with me.

The air is more suitable on rainy days, and the dim sky always arouses the laziness in people's hearts, and waves of sleepiness invade the brain.

On the winding mountain road, Maori Kogoro put his arm on the car window and yawned lazily. He glanced at the three noisy children in the back seat through the rearview mirror with an indifferent look:

"Why do you little brats want to get involved?"

Unfortunately, the discussion in the back seat was so heated that no one paid any attention to him.

So he changed his target and looked at the curly-haired officer in the passenger seat with a numb expression, his tone full of displeasure:

"Also, why did you get involved? Don't you have a job? Are the police so idle now?"

Matsuda Jinpei was leaning his elbow on the window, his hand supporting the side of his face, and he was drowsy. The dark circles under his eyes were particularly obvious against his cold pale skin.

Hearing this, he glanced at Kogoro Mori gloomily, with the word "death" written all over his face.

Last night, he had an emergency task and was busy until two or three in the morning before returning home. He rested for only a few hours before being woken up by the sound of the electric saw next door. He finally fell asleep again. However, not long after he closed his eyes, Qichuan rushed into his house with his two children and called him to go out.

He felt as if he had been fighting a monster for days and nights without sleep. He wanted to sleep, but he was disturbed by the nausea in his stomach and felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was about to die suddenly.

He was feeling unwell, and his mood was not good either, so he made up a few words:

"Ah-ah-it's vacation, uncle, don't be jealous."

Kogoro Mori closed his mouth in boredom, then closed his eyes, blinking away the heavy drooping feeling on his eyelids.

The two adults fell silent. For a while, the only sound in the carriage was a meaningless argument in the back seat - "Hecate here definitely represents darkness!"

"It's darkness! If it's night, what would Phoebe say?"

"Can't it be both darkness and night? Besides, what's the difference? As for this..."

As for why they had been arguing for so long, before they could finish their words, the two children said in unison: "You don't understand!"

Conan disagreed. "Darkness and night are two completely different concepts. Phoebe, the goddess of the moon, represents night here. And the goddess of the underworld here definitely represents darkness with a deeper meaning. This invitation letter definitely wants to tell us other information."

"No," Huihara Ai said indifferently, denying his words:

"Here Hecate and Phoebe both represent night, which is just a meaningless repetition."

Well, he really didn't quite understand these strange ancient Greek goddesses.

Qichuan Yuan shut his mouth awkwardly and looked out the window silently.

The long-brewing dark clouds finally began to drop raindrops, which dripped onto the ground and soon soaked the ground.

The sound of rain gradually became louder and the raindrops became larger. The two people in the front seat rolled up the windows and the dull knocking sound soon surrounded the car.

Driving in the rain is a very unsafe thing, especially on such a steep and narrow mountain road. The wipers quickly cleared the rain curtain on the front window, but it was covered again in the blink of an eye.

"Really? It's raining so hard, and we still have to attend such a boring party."

Maori Kogoro finally cheered up and complained:

"In such heavy rain, we should be thankful that we can get there safely. We don't have the energy to play such childish games."

Conan opened the car window to see outside, but was immediately drenched by the heavy rain. The rain, carrying the fresh smell of earth, suddenly penetrated into the car. Maori Kogoro was stimulated by the coolness splashing on his neck. He was no longer sleepy and said angrily:

"What are you doing, you little brat!"

"Ahahaha," Conan hurriedly rolled up the car window and wiped the rain off his face, "This is such a heavy rain, I've never seen such heavy rain before!"

Sugawa Gen wiped off the rain that flew across most of the car and landed on his face, then silently used his intact hand to pass the tissue over Conan's face and said nonchalantly:

"But now that we've come this far, it's too much trouble to go back."

"Is that even necessary?"

Maori Kogoro controlled the steering wheel to avoid the sudden broken branches and breathed a sigh of relief:

“It’s just that this road is too difficult.”

Before he could utter the word "go", an extremely dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of him. Kogoro Mouri's eyes went blurry and he quickly stepped on the brakes and subconsciously turned the steering wheel, crashing into the guardrail and barely stopping.

They breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear. The car was stuck under the railing and they dared not move at all. They got out of the car carefully, stood on the side of the road with umbrellas, and watched the bus in front of them approaching with its high beams on.

Matsuda Jinpei rubbed his forehead which had been hit hard against the car window, feeling extremely upset:

"Can you drive? What are you doing?"

Haibara Ai leaned against Sugawa Gen, tightly clutching the corner of his clothes. Sugawa Gen looked at her and patted her head soothingly. Haibara Ai clenched her palms and the fear in her eyes gradually disappeared.

The bus randomly switched its lights again, flashing so brightly that it hurt people's eyes. Only when they got closer could they see that the body of the bus was completely golden, as if it had been painted with fluorescent powder. It was particularly eye-catching in the rainy night, but it also caused great disruption to traffic.

"What on earth is this guy doing?"

Kogoro Mori was filled with anger. Didn't the driver know how dangerous this behavior was on a rainy day?

Under their glares, the bus gradually stopped in front of them, and the entire body of the bus seemed to be eager to declare its nouveau riche temperament to the fullest.

The car door opened with a "click". A short-haired woman in a maid outfit had a calculated smile on her face, like a robot. Her dark eyes were empty. She held up an umbrella and got out of the car. She bowed to the people. Her voice was clear and cold, like an electronic voice:

"Welcome all the guests who have come from afar. The host has been waiting for a long time. Please get in the car."

Her movements are graceful, but seem to have the jerky movements of a doll, like a cyborg being controlled remotely.

What is that?

No one dared to act rashly, as this person was full of weirdness. Moreover, he almost brought traffic danger to the guests. Is this their way of hospitality?

The woman bowed again as if she had been copied and pasted, and said in the same tone: "Welcome to all the guests who have come from afar. The host has been waiting for a long time. Please get in the car."

"Hey, how many times do you have to repeat it? Can you please stop making us wait?"

Just when the woman was about to repeat it for the third time, a gorgeous woman walked out of the bus. She was wearing a swaying black dress and had a look of impatience on her face. She couldn't help but raise her hand to check her watch. Her red lips curled up into an extremely sarcastic smile and she said coldly:

"You are the last group of guests. You are so generous. You let us waste two hours of our precious time in this remote place."

"Ms. Jiang Zi, they didn't do it on purpose, did they?"

The other black-haired man who appeared had a handsome face and a gentle smile on his face.

The lady in the black dress rolled her eyes indifferently, turned around and went back to the bus, but she didn't forget to say in a sarcastic tone: "Fake kindness."

The man smiled apologetically, his voice gentle, not at all annoyed by Miss Jiang Zi's words:

"Hello, I'm Eto Hara, and I'm also a guest at the Huanghun Villa. This bus is very safe, so don't worry."

Kogoro Mori laughed dryly twice. He couldn't think of anything in response to such a polite person, so he quickly agreed.

Matsuda Jinpei's heart moved. He moved slightly and tilted the umbrella to block Sugawa Gen, who had most of his body exposed because he was holding the umbrella for the two children. He said in a low voice:

"Hey, do these people look familiar to you?"

"He looks very familiar," said Sugawa Gen with certainty, his deep blue eyes appearing inhumanly crystal clear under the reflection of various fluorescent lights. He looked at Eto Hara and remembered the news he saw on TV not long ago.

"That lady is Kobayakawa Eko, a female singer whose career is booming. The one in front of us, Eto Hara, is an internationally renowned pianist who won first prize at the International Piano Competition a few days ago."

He paused and looked inside through the door. Not only them, but everyone else in the bus was a familiar face on TV - the long-haired, feminine, melancholy man was a painter of some fame.

The woman in the back row with big red waves is the champion of this year's beauty pageant.

The serious-looking gentleman on the left is a well-known sprint legend in the sports world.

It can be inferred from this that Kogoro Mori was invited probably because of his recent fame and frequent appearances on television.

only..

Sugawa Gen subconsciously reached into his pocket, where was the invitation letter that Morobushi Kagemitsu later sent him.

Jingguang has never appeared on TV, so why did he receive an invitation? Or was his thinking wrong? They didn't send the invitation based on this feature.

"What are you daydreaming about? Let's go."

Sugawa Gen nodded, put away his umbrella, and followed Matsuda Jinpei onto the bus.

However, after scanning the entire carriage, Qichuan Yuan's heart skipped a beat, as it seemed that there was a blind spot when standing under the car.

However, he could now clearly see a man and a woman with outstanding looks behind him. Although they looked unfamiliar, their aura was so familiar that he had a bad feeling.

As if she had noticed his gaze, the black-haired, blue-eyed woman raised her head and gave him a brilliant smile. However, the black-haired young man next to her slightly pursed his lips the moment he saw him, and a sense of depression suddenly appeared on his side.

Sugawa Gen: ...the only smile left on his face gradually disappeared.

Bermode, Bourbon, why are you here?

However, what was worse was that Haibara Ai suddenly trembled and bent over, looking very painful. Saikawa Gen hurriedly picked her up, and when she subconsciously hugged her brother's neck to seek security, Saikawa Gen realized that her hands were cold, abnormally low. Although it was a rainy day, the temperature should not be so low.

Qichuan Gen touched her forehead anxiously, and felt a cool and wet feeling, which was cold sweat.

Conan understood why she had such symptoms, but his heart sank and an overwhelming sense of crisis overwhelmed him.

Conan cautiously stuck to the side of Sugawa Gen's leg, pulling Sugawa Gen slightly closer, and whispered:

"There are organized people in this car."