After announcing the inexplicable rules of the game, the brown-haired waitress clapped her hands and disappeared into the hall with a row of waitresses with identical faces, leaving everyone staring at each other in bewilderment.

Matsuda Jinpei flipped up the card and took a look at it unhappily, then carelessly spread it out on the table. On it was a goddess wearing a wreath, with the word "eruss" written in beautiful cursive script in golden ink.

Eos, goddess of the dawn.

The person at the table glanced at the cards in front of him inconspicuously, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt a little more expectant.

They quietly lifted the cards along the table and slowly pressed them down, all with mysterious expressions.

Maori Kogoro put the cards into his pocket and lay on the table weakly: "It's really boring. It's just an art exhibition. Why do we have to play this kind of game?"

"I'm so hungry - why don't you prepare a meal?"

He drank his tea in a gloomy gulp, stood up and looked around: "Hey! Is anyone here? How are we going to eat?"

"Stop calling me uncle," the long-haired painter snorted and laughed. He had bandaged his left hand at some point, and he looked like a lunatic without any sign of grief. "They've all gone far away. It looks like we have to end this game before we can be treated like guests."

"I've had enough," Kobayakawa Eko stroked the scar on her face with a cold look in her eyes, her voice full of deep resentment, "I just came to see an art exhibition, why did I have to go through all this? If I had known this, I shouldn't have accepted the invitation from that old guy Takahashi Saketsu."

As soon as she said this, everyone in the hall looked at her in shock. Kobayakawa Eko glanced at them coldly and said unhappily:

"What's wrong? What are you looking at me with?"

"Takahashi Sakai?"

Kogoro Maori was almost suffering from PTSD because of the name of his dead old classmate. He had finally forgotten everything that had happened not long ago, but he didn't expect someone to mention this name again.

"Yes," Kobayakawa Eko frowned and threw the envelope on the table. The name of Takahashi Sakai was clearly printed on the signature.

Conan glanced at the other people at the table who were all looking surprised, and said in a very confused tone: "Oh, oh, oh - this is so strange, were all the brothers and sisters invited here by this uncle? But why is there no signature on the invitation letter that Uncle Maori received?"

There was no signature on Jingguang's invitation letter.

Qichuan Yuan's fingertips unconsciously rested on his pockets, thinking of the equally empty signature on the envelope.

"Yes, that noble man, Eto Hara nodded and put his invitation on the table, "I was also invited by Mr. Takahashi."

He looked at everyone at the table calmly, "I'm sure everyone here feels the same way as I do."

This is strange, Conan frowned. According to Tanaka Takayama, Takahashi Sakai himself was invited to visit here. How could he be qualified to issue an invitation here?

Sometimes detectives may indeed share the same brain circuit. They realized that something was wrong. Maori Kogoro was frowning and coughed a few times to attract attention:

"Everyone, now we have to play this game. Before we start, let's get to know each other and explain why we are here."

"I agree—"

Unexpectedly, the black-haired, blue-eyed woman responded lazily. Sugawa Gen clearly felt that Haibara Ai trembled even more violently after hearing her voice. He silently raised his head and looked at the disguised Vermouth.

Vermouth gave Sugawa Gen a fleeting smile, then threw the invitation letter coldly on the table like a shrewd young lady in a TV show, leaned back in her chair with her arms folded across her chest, and said with a half-smile:

"He invited so many people. There must be a reason for him to invite them. Let me know why that guy invited me but didn't show up, and what this weird game is all about."

She lowered her eyes and glanced at everyone present, her face full of contempt:

"I don't want to stay here with a bunch of weird people and continue playing boring games. Let me introduce myself first. I'm Bell Hannover, the heir of the Hannover Group. I came here at the invitation of Takahashi Sake. I just wanted to give him face, but I didn't expect him to be so negligent and he hasn't shown up yet."

She is indeed a world-class actress, and her appearance as a spoiled young lady in movies and TV dramas comes to life. Such a look of contempt immediately caused most of the people present to frown.

Belmode was satisfied to see that everyone at the table had malicious eyes. He turned around casually and blinked quietly.

How is it, your acting skills haven’t deteriorated, right?

Somehow, he understood her look, and Qichuan Yuan turned his head silently:

If you want to act, act well. Don't act like this suddenly. It will ruin the show.

"In that case, I'll come too." Watching the eye contact between Vermouth and Sugawa Gen, Amuro Toru's eyes dimmed and he smiled.

"Hans Hannover, I'm her younger brother, I'm here to give Takahashi Sakai some face."

Although he looked polite, his words were full of superiority. And although the tone of his voice was unfamiliar, it reminded him of someone from the same period.

But no matter what the reason was, it was enough to make Matsuda Jinpei frown. There was a scrutiny in his eyes. He glanced at the strange black-haired man and felt strange in his heart. He always felt a sense of familiarity.

He knocked on the table unconsciously, forcing the impossible conjecture out of his mind, and said in a cold tone:

"Jinpei Matsuda, police officer, come here with your brother."

He raised his hand and put it on Qichuan Yuan's shoulder, "Qikawa Yuan, my brother, received an invitation from Wuming and came to keep the appointment."

Qichuan Yuan nodded, and like a domino, he gently patted Huiyuan Ai, "This is my sister, Xiao Ai. This child was frightened when she came, and now she hasn't recovered yet."

This was to explain her strange condition.

Seeing the look in Sugawa Gen's eyes, Conan stood up and said, "My name is Edogawa Conan, I'm a detective! I came here with my uncle! My uncle is..."

"It's the famous sleeping Kogoro, right?" Eto Hara said with a smile, and nodded to the smug Kogoro, "I've heard of you for a long time."

"I'm Eto Hara. You should know me. I just won the International Piano Head Award not long ago. Maybe because of this, I received an invitation from Mr. Takahashi."

After the self-introductions were completed, the reasons why everyone was invited were roughly the same as what Sugawa Gen had guessed.

Because of his reputation - an internationally renowned pianist, a popular singer, a beauty pageant champion who stunned Japan, a beacon painter in the art world, a legendary sprint champion in the sports world, an heir to a business group, a famous Japanese detective...

Perhaps this is also the reason why Jingguang was invited.

But Qichuan Yuan still couldn't figure out the purpose of inviting these people.

Increase visibility?

No, although this place is unfamiliar to ordinary people, from the previous conversation with Tanaka Takayama, I know that this is a paradise for artists.

Just an invitation?

Impossible, as can be seen from this ridiculous game.

Playing this game at the cost of your most precious things, Hecate only has one card, and you can't cooperate or quit, which is a dead end.

If nothing goes wrong, this game will eventually degenerate into a fratricide.

From the moment the brown-haired maid announced the rules of the game, they had already entered into this malicious dilemma. They didn't know the reason and had no choice.

Matsuda contacted the police as soon as he realized something was wrong. But it might be a signal jammer, and there is no signal on his phone until now.

The robot maids were very strong, and the waiter holding an umbrella outside the door just now was probably also strong. And there were so many of them, so it was not realistic to rush in rashly. The three who were punished just now were the best examples.

They have no way out now, and the only solution is the Hecate card.

Gen Sugawa lifted up his card, Nyx, the Goddess of the Night.

It was a name that did not appear in the invitation, but it was a name that Conan deduced. That means that now the twelve of them have a total of five types of cards, and among them there is only one Hecate.

It is currently unknown who holds this card.

This means that in order to keep the card, the person holding the Hecate card will continue to hide.

Or in order to confuse people, people who are not Hecate will pretend to be Hecate. When more Hecates appear, if the mind is not firm, the person holding Hecate will inevitably become suspicious and expose himself.

For the mysterious gift, and of course for themselves. The only thing left between the twelve people was mutual suspicion and testing - "So, what cards do you have in your hands?"

Belmode rested her elbows on the table, smiling at the people whose expressions suddenly changed. She tilted her head slightly, "Anyway, she didn't say that it's against the rules to reveal the cards. I'll go first, Nyx, the goddess of the night."

"Eos," Amuro Toru leaned back and waved his hands nonchalantly.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at him silently, then pointed at the cards that had already been spread out on the table: "Eos."

"Oh, what a coincidence, I'm Eos too," Kogoro Mouri touched the back of his head and nonchalantly took the card out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Me too——" Conan narrowed his eyes with a look of surprise, and carelessly spread the cards on the table.

Unable to cooperate, no one knows what these people will do to get Hecate. For those who do not have Hecate, the safest choice is to expose themselves.

Although Haibara Ai was still nervous, she would understand such a simple truth. She placed the cards on the table in silence - "Nox"

Nyx, goddess of the night.

Qichuan Yuan paused, but did not want to spread out his cards like them. He glanced at Bermode who was shaking his head secretly, took out the cards and spread them on the table, and whispered: "Knicks."

“Ah—”

Bermode smiled in an ambiguous way. She looked at the silent people, as if she was watching a good show:

"It seems that Hecate is in your hands. What do you think? Are you willing to talk?"

Kobayakawa Eko sneered and put the cards in her pocket. "You and your brother didn't reveal the cards. How could anyone know if you were lying?"

"Besides, what good would it do me to reveal the cards?" Mori Nana's hands kept rubbing the ends of her hair that had been cut off. She glanced at Kobayakawa Eko with an unclear expression. "It only adds to the danger. You can play this boring game by yourselves. I'm not interested."

Their movements seemed too defensive, like they were hiding something.

But Hecate only had one card. If not, they could just show their cards. This would not do them any harm at all. In the end, the only one in danger would be Hecate herself.

Jiang Teng Yuansheng also put away his cards and said, "There is no mandatory requirement, so I won't say anything."

"How boring!" Bermode curled her lips. She looked at the painter and the champion who had no inclination to speak, yawned lazily, and walked up the stairs with her hands waving lazily. "It's late. There are guest rooms on the second floor. I should go to have a beauty sleep. Please go ahead."

Perhaps because of something common among women, the other two adult women present also followed Bermode to the second floor.

The few people who did not reveal their cards played Tai Chi with the people at the table for a while, and then found an excuse to leave the living room.

They seemed to be hiding something in their hearts, their expressions were very unnatural, and their words were somewhat awkward.

Conan approached Sugawa Gen and whispered, "Hey, who do you think holds Hecate?"

Qichuan Yuan was silent for a while and shook his head. "I can't tell. They all behave very similarly."

"But if it wasn't Hecate, there would be no need for them to hide it. This is what Conan couldn't understand. "Why don't you want to be honest?"

"Perhaps they already know who Hecate is."

Haibara Ai suddenly spoke, her voice became much calmer. Feeling that she was no longer shaking so much, Qichuan Gen put her on the ground.

Conan was stunned: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay. I can feel that the dark aura has gone far away. It's between those people who just went upstairs."

Qichuan Yuan paused, isn't it, Vermouth?

However, Haibara Ai's sensitivity to the organization's aura was far beyond Qichuan Gen's imagination, which makes sense why she kept trembling along the way.

The deep fear tormented her every moment. She was afraid that just one member of the organization would torture her to the point where she could not move, not to mention that there was more than one member of the organization here.

Those three women and those three men.

A fire started burning in Conan's heart, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and organized the members!

Qichuan Yuan quickly grabbed Conan's collar and said, "What are you doing? You can't be sure now. It's useless to go there. And even if you know who he is, you can't do anything. Now your phone has no signal and you can't contact the outside world. In the end, you will only put yourself in danger."

He watched Conan gradually calm down, and said gently: "Besides, he is also in this game now, trapped here. We don't have to worry about him escaping before the game is over. We have plenty of time to identify this person."

Qichuan is right.

But Conan really couldn't stay calm. Whenever he thought about the people from the organization that made him become like this were here, a fire continued to burn in his heart, burning him to keep pursuing the truth. He wanted to uncover the true face of the organization. He just wanted to catch those bastards in the organization. He wanted to return to his original state.

It's just that reality tells him no.

Conan took a deep breath and said, "No more."

Gen Sugawa breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and suddenly looked at Toru Amuro. The two of them paused indifferently and looked away.

He still resents the shot that Amuro Toru gave to Matsuda Jinpei.

As for Amuro Toru, he naturally hated Sugawa Gen for causing the death of Morobushi Kagemitsu.

However, Sugawa Gen didn't care. There must be a reason why Jingguang didn't contact Amuro Toru, and Sugawa Gen had no interest in making trouble.

Matsuda Jinpei placed his hand on Sugawa Gen's head and pulled a handful of his curly hair. He pretended not to have heard the three men's loud conspiracy just now and yawned lazily, "Let's go to sleep."

Gen Sugawa hurriedly followed Matsuda Jinpei, carrying a child in each hand. He looked at Amuro Toru who was a little distracted, and smiled slightly.

Feel guilty, regretful, no matter why you did it, but since you hurt Matsuda, just be sad on your own.

Because he shot Matsuda in a panic, he has been tortured for the past few months. Toru Amuro couldn't help but look at his classmates. His eyes flickered and he happened to see the mocking look on Gen Sasakawa's face.

Amuro Toru: ..

Ah, it turns out that I still can’t stand this little brat.