Qichuan Yuan's words prompted these handsome men and beautiful women who didn't get along very well with each other to finally nod in unison.

The waiters holding red umbrellas raised them above the guests' heads with a respectful gesture. Although they themselves were drenched in the icy rain, they seemed not to feel it and had cold expressions and empty eyes.

The person holding the umbrella for Jinpei Matsuda was a petite lady. He wanted to use his own umbrella, but a waiter came over and snatched it away forcefully and destroyed it in front of him.

Jinpei Matsuda silently suppressed his anger and wanted to take the umbrella from the lady, but she was like a strong woman and no matter how hard he pulled, the umbrella in her hand didn't move at all.

Subconsciously, Jinpei Matsuda stepped back a bit, but the lady followed him closely and stretched out her hand, but her body did not move, still standing close to the edge of the red carpet.

This way, the lady was exposed to more rain, but she still felt nothing, and her eyes were numb and emotionless.

“No need to hide.”

Sugawa Gen grabbed Matsuda Jinpei and walked calmly under the red umbrella held by the waiter.

"They are all strictly trained people. This red carpet is like a line. They cannot cross this line and stand on the red carpet. Even if you don't hold an umbrella, she won't hold one for herself."

He looked calmly at Matsuda Jinpei, who looked somewhat surprised and repulsive. His mind paused, and then he silently put away his subconscious indifference and raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"So in order to keep this lady from getting wet in the rain, Matsuda should just walk under the umbrella."

Matsuda Jinpei walked back to the umbrella in silence, slowly raised his hand and placed it on Sugawa Gen's hairy head, complaining:

“It’s weird.”

After walking across the red carpet, several people were escorted to the exquisite door. After they walked under the eaves, the waiters holding umbrellas turned around one after another and walked in two rows along the red carpet. They bent over and stretched out their hands as if they were pasted together. They lifted up the red carpet and slowly disappeared into the dark forest with umbrellas in their hands with expressionless faces.

From a distance, even the length of their steps and the angle of their legs' inclination were identical.

Like a robot, so neat that it makes your scalp tingle.

"Everyone."

They were so shocked by the bizarre scene that they were speechless. At some point, another lady appeared at the door.

Her voice sounded more like a robot, but when everyone turned around, they were surprised to find that this person looked exactly like the lady in the car, the only difference was that the lady in the car had short black hair, while this lady had short brown hair.

She frowned, placed her hands on her chest, and bowed slightly to the few people.

"The master has been waiting for a long time, please follow me."

The villa is magnificent, and the interior of the lobby is decorated beyond imagination.

A few people followed the waiter, looking in wonder at the crystal railings, statues and utensils, and marveling at the furniture that was so striking yet so harmonious.

The black-haired couple at the end of the team looked around the hall obscurely. Amuro Toru frowned slightly and asked:

"Hey, are these real twins?"

Belmode lazily raised his eyelids, his eyes lingered on the face and neck of the brown-haired waiter in front of him for a long time, and nodded slowly: "Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

"Rather than saying they are twins, they are more like cloned robots. Well, since they look the same, we might as well assume they are twins."

She smiled nonchalantly and waved her hands. Then her eyes froze, her expression became a little strange, and her tone suddenly turned cold, with some disgust and ridicule:

"But now it looks like they are not twins."

Toru Amuro was stunned, and looked in the direction of her gaze. The moment he saw the hall, his pupils contracted and he felt nauseous in his heart - there was a waiter in a maid uniform standing next to each seat in the hall, which was not surprising enough.

The scary thing is that they have the same faces, the same expressions, and they make the same movements that are copied and pasted.

Kobayakawa Eko couldn't help but take a few steps back, with fear in her eyes: "No way, what's going on with these people?"

Her words attracted their attention. They all turned their heads to look at Kobayakawa. Strange lights flashed in their black eyes. They all tilted their heads at the same time, smiled, and said in unison:

"We are twins."

It's like a polyphonic performance with unclear echoes.

Huiyuan Ai lay on her brother's shoulder uncomfortably, and curiously stuck her head out to take a look. Then goosebumps appeared all over her body, and she immediately shrank her head back and pretended to be dead without hesitation.

Gen Sugawa patted Haibara Ai, walked up to grab Kobayakawa Eko who wanted to ask something, and looked expressionlessly at the brown-haired girl who seemed out of place with the black-haired people in the room. She was obviously the most special and the most powerful one.

"Where is the owner of this villa?"

“It’s already here.”

She smiled in an ambiguous way, with empty eyes and made a cute little girl's head tilting gesture.

As soon as she finished speaking, the short-haired waitresses in the room seemed to have received some signal. They all tilted their heads and repeated:

“It’s already here.”

They placed their hands on their chests, bowed slightly, and said, "I and all my sisters are the eyes of the master. We will talk to the guests on behalf of the master and will definitely provide the guests with the most honorable service."

What?

Conan couldn't help but grab the corner of Gen Sugawa's clothes.

Are these waiters really human?

Such exact angles, expressions and tones, even for twins with telepathic connection, wouldn't it be possible?

Besides, he didn't believe in such nonsense as multiple births. The current record for multiple births in the world was fifteen, but all fifteen babies did not survive.

There are more than ten people here, and each of them is very healthy. It’s obviously bullshit, okay?

Eliminating all possibilities, the only possibility is that they are robots manufactured on an assembly line.

Conan frowned solemnly, but the current level of technology was not enough to make such a realistic robot.

What is going on?

Kobayakawa Eko's hands were shaking. She put her hands on her hips and pretended to be calm, "Forget it, I won't participate. What kind of exhibition is this? It's just an exhibition. I want to go to a place where there are so many people inviting me."

Mori Nana waved her hands in a nonchalant manner and said, "I think I'll go back too. I suddenly remembered that it's time for my beauty sleep and I need customized skin care products."

Just like when you enter a haunted house alone, you will go on even if you cry and scream. But if you are with your friends, once someone retreats, the fear will quickly spread to everyone else. Even if you are not that scared, this is the simplest emotional effect.

Now they were like staying in a haunted house. Once someone started, the uneasiness that was already rising in the others was infinitely magnified. The long-haired painter also had the intention of retreating: "Well, I remember I have a painting to finish tomorrow. It seems that I can't stay here anymore."

Seeing that Kogoro Mori also wanted to join in the fun, Gen Sugawa hurriedly pulled him over.

Maori Kogoro raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Gen Sagawa shook his head, his face solemn. This kid had never been so serious before. Kogoro Mori couldn't help but feel nervous and swallowed the words that were about to come out.

The brown-haired waitress waited quietly for them to finish speaking, then clapped her hands, and the two heavy doors closed with a dull sound.

The people in the hall stepped back warily, watching the brown-haired waitress signaling to the black-haired waitresses.

Then those people left the table and chairs, and walked up to the three people who had just said they wanted to quit with creepy smiles on their faces.

With her arm being pinched like a clamp, Kobayakawa Eko couldn't help but scream, "What do you want to do?"

Seeing the three men pinned to the ground, Matsuda Jinpei felt a surge of anger rushing to his head. He stepped forward without hesitation: "What do you want to do?"

However, the corner of his clothes sank and he was pulled back to his original position.

He suppressed his anger and looked at Qichuan Yuan as calmly as possible: "Let go."

Qichuan Yuan shook his head and refused to give in: "No, you don't want to mix it."

Seeing this stubborn guy being caught, Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief and finally took this mission seriously.

We thought it would be easy to steal the core data of this villa, but now it seems to be quite difficult.

The other silent guests looked at the farce in front of them with indifference and took a few steps back as if it had nothing to do with them.

And dripped down in front of them.

Hashiki Yu's eyes were red with anger. His pretty face was now stained with blood, like a hideous demon crawling out of hell. He covered his left hand with his hands, trembling all over: "Ah! My hand!"

Sen Nana couldn't help but tear her calm face apart. She frantically picked up the red hair that fell on the ground and muttered crazily, "My hair, my hair!"

Eko Kobayakawa covered her scratched face and crawled backwards in fear. She was so frightened that she couldn't speak and could only gasp for breath.

It was almost, just almost, the knife was on her neck!

In the blink of an eye, those respectable gentlemen and ladies became pitiful people lying on the ground crying.

Everyone's heart was horrified. What lunatics! These were devils!

"This is the penalty for breach of contract," the brown-haired waitress skillfully ignored their cries and continued with a smile: "Since everyone has accepted the invitation, please don't say such things anymore."

"If you anger the master, you won't have an easy time."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the silent group of people and continued:

"Night has fallen, and Dusk Annex welcomes you all. The game is about to begin. Please take a seat and accept the baptism of the Goddess of Glory."

Several people were invited to different seats, but because Haibara Ai and Conan were children, the waitress made an exception and allowed Sugawa Gen and Matsuda Jinpei to bring one child each.

After everyone was seated, the waitress beside him took out a golden card from her pocket and placed it in front of them.

The brown-haired lady stood behind the main seat. She took out a silver card that looked just like the one on the table. Her face was expressionless, like a complete robot:

“Before the exhibition begins, we will play a game. The person who walks to the end will receive a generous gift prepared by the host.

Before the game starts, I will announce the rules of the game to everyone on behalf of the master."

"You have received a golden card like the one in my hand, with the words of the noble goddesses on it. But among all the cards, only one has the word of the noble Hecate printed on it. No matter what method is used, the guest who gets this card last will receive the gift prepared by the host."

She nodded slightly and continued, "Once the game starts, you are not allowed to quit or cooperate. If you find any of the above, use your most precious thing to atone for your sin.

Finally, even if you don’t have Her Majesty Hecate in your hands, please leave your most precious things.”

"Sa-five-four-three-two-one-"

"The game begins. I wish you all a happy game."