The star-like blue eyes and black curly hair seemed to point to one person.

They all looked at Sugawa Gen who was standing there in a daze. His black hair and blue eyes were not special, but he was probably the only one with eyes like the starry sky.

Mother?

Qichuan Yuan didn't know what to feel in his heart, maybe confusion, maybe joy, but more likely he was at a loss. His mother had told him the same thing before.

It was the night when the teacher called her parents after she met Matsuda. Mrs. Gojo comforted the guilty Gen. Sasakawa, sighing softly. Her gentle words seemed like she was humming a beautiful fairy tale song - "My child, you have the most precious and beautiful blue eyes in the world, like the starry sky. No, they are more beautiful than the starry sky. He has the most adorable black curly hair. He is my most precious treasure. I will not allow anyone to hurt my little Gen."

Qichuan Yuan came back to his senses and asked in a hoarse voice, "What does your master look like?"

The brown-haired waitress shook her head: "I'm sorry, we have never seen the master. We usually follow the master's orders through remote communication."

"Oh," Qichuan Yuan responded and lowered his eyes in disappointment.

Bermode's eyes dimmed slightly, and he asked, "When were you created?"

Brown-haired waitress: "We were created seven years ago after the master took over this villa. We are here to wait for the young master who is going on a long journey."

It was seven years ago again, and there was a little master traveling far away. Qichuan Yuan had a growing premonition in his heart that perhaps, the master she was talking about was his own mother.

But one thing is still uncertain, Mrs. Gojo would never harm innocent people.

Gen Sugawa denied himself uncertainly. He believed in Lady Gojo. His mother was a gentle person and would never do such a rude and violent thing.

He let out a sigh of relief slowly. The huge rock that had been weighing on his heart finally showed signs of loosening. No matter what, having hope was better than anything else.

What if that really is my mother?

Matsuda Jinpei reached out and rubbed Sugawa Gen's head expressionlessly, "What will happen to us when the game is over?"

"We will take these four evil men and women to the hospital, and you can continue to enjoy the exhibition here."

Maori Kogoro nodded, then belatedly called her: "Wait a minute, you haven't told us why these people were punished!"

"It is like this. Miss Kobayakawa, Miss Mori Nana, and Mr. Yuquan Tonshin have harmed a total of 107 black-haired boys and girls from seven years ago to now. Among them, Miss Mori Nana caused irreversible psychological damage to 23 boys."

"Mr. Hashiki Yu once hurt dozens of boys and girls in the name of art. Two years ago, he stole the works of a black-haired, blue-eyed boy, causing that boy to jump into the river and commit suicide. Mr. Eto Hara once framed a black-haired pianist, who became frustrated and committed suicide by lying on the railway tracks a year ago."

The brown-haired waitress tilted her head: "Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Kogoro Mori fell silent with a stiff expression.

There's no point in being satisfied. This is against the law and you can't do it even if you have many reasons.

The brown-haired waitress bowed: "Please make your own way, everyone."

"Wait a minute," Amuro Toru suddenly said, "The game is over, so where is the mysterious treasure?"

Matsuda Jinpei: ..

He frowned, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became. He didn't know why he was angry. He clenched his fists and said angrily, "You! What time is it now? You are still thinking about the mysterious treasure?"

Amuro Toru was stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed across his blue eyes after wearing the contact lenses. But he quickly adjusted his expression and smiled cynically:

"What's wrong? Aren't their lives no longer in danger?

Don’t you care about the mysterious treasure, Mr. Officer?”

"You bastard!"

"Yes," the brown-haired waitress said before Matsuda Jinpei could finish his next sentence, "The mysterious treasure will be at the exhibition tomorrow. You can go and look for it yourself."

Bermode tangled her black hair around her fingertips and chuckled, "In short, just go back to your room, rest, and wait until tomorrow, right?"

The brown-haired waitress nodded with an unchanged smile: "Yes."

"Okay, okay, let's go," Belmode covered her mouth with her hands and yawned lazily. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around and disappeared at the end of the stairs, mumbling, "It's already early morning, and my beauty sleep has been ruined by something like this..."

Qichuan Yuan silently twitched his lips: ...Ahahaha, you are indeed a top actor;

Amuro Toru glanced at Matsuda Jinpei who was standing on the side. He lowered his eyes, clenched his hands, and had an obscure expression. But he was obviously suppressing his anger. Amuro Toru's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled and waved his hand crisply: "Then everyone, I'm going to go back and rest."

Maori Kogoro looked at the siblings walking upstairs one after the other with a sullen face, "This is really too much, such cold-hearted people, is this the ruthlessness unique to big families? Really, then let's go and rest too."

Conan chuckled: "Uncle, if you say that, Sonoko-san will get angry."

"Hmm..." Maori Kogoro frowned, then waved his hands nonchalantly, "I'm going to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

Several people watched as Maori Kogoro staggered upstairs, and sighed in unison, "Ahhh - what a terrible adult."

It was already very late at night, and the few people downstairs could no longer resist the late-coming strong sleepiness, and returned upstairs in a somewhat depressed state.

Qichuan Yuan rubbed the back of his head and sighed: "I want to sleep in the bed later, I'm so tired——"

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to sleep on the sofa?"

"Huh? I was just being polite, you can't fail to understand, you curly-haired idiot."

"You, too, you curly-haired idiot."

Conan's mouth twitched slightly, and he squeezed in between the two people with difficulty. He looked at the two elementary school students gritting their teeth and looking at the two adults on the other side. He was really embarrassed, "Hey, hey, can you two stop being so childish?"

"The bed in the room is very big. There is plenty of space even if we all lie on it."

Qichuan Gen looked at Conan with a chilly look in his eyes: "Please, don't forget that Ai is still here."

"..I'm sorry, this guy doesn't really act like a girl, I couldn't react for a while."

"That's really too much, Kudo Shinichi."

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

A few people returned to the room noisily. Behind them, the slightly open door closed gently, and the corridor returned to silence in an instant.

The chaotic night finally passed, the lights downstairs went out automatically after a while, and the huge villa finally fell into a belated sleep.

The cell phone on the table suddenly lit up, and the piano music of "Seven Children" sounded slowly. After a burst of impatient clicks, a slender and strong hand picked up the phone. The silver-haired man was not in a good mood after being woken up in the middle of the night. His wolfhound-like cold dark green eyes flashed with a cold light, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"What is it?"

As if he had heard something funny, he raised his eyelids slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. Gin sneered: "So, you need help just because of this?"

He took out a cigarette, slightly raised his left hand with a white bandage around it, and slowly lit the cigarette. The scarlet flame flickered in the dim room with his breathing.

"You are becoming more and more useless..."

"Belmode."

"Don't talk nonsense." The voice coming out of the microphone became more and more hoarse. Bermode took the phone away from her ear, frowned and pressed her ear. She stood by the window and watched the night lights on the winding mountain road in the distance gradually go out. Light pink clouds gradually appeared in the sky. She said in a cold voice:

"Don't forget, Boss takes this mission very seriously. If anything goes wrong, we will all be in trouble."

Gin sneered and crushed the cigarette butt which had turned slightly into ashes.

"Got it. Just keep an eye on that little brat."

"If you are so worried, why didn't you take the task at that time?", Vermode exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, I forgot."

She laughed wildly, "Someone was injured in a bombing during a mission not long ago. Now it's a big problem for him to move freely."

Gin clenched the phone tightly, the veins on his hand bulged slightly, he hung up the phone coldly and threw the phone aside.

He sat silently by the bed for a while, then took out another cigarette, this time holding it in his mouth without lighting it. He moved his shoulders slightly.

If the mouse had let him know who that was, it would never have shown him any mercy.

The dark green in Gin's eyes became more and more intense. He moved his fingers silently, as if he had thought of something. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. The ringtone lasted for a long time before it was connected.

The moment the call was connected, a hoarse male voice came from the receiver: "Hello?"

"Emergency mission, go to the Dusk Annex to help Vermode retrieve the boss's things."

"knew."

"This mission must not fail. You know the consequences of failure, Lei."

Akai Hideichi stared at the glowing screen of his mobile phone with a gloomy expression, and without stopping, he wrapped layers of gauze around his arms. He bit off the gauze expressionlessly and sneered:

"You're so nagging, Gin. It's just a small task. I can handle it. Are you so worried about me?"

Gin was speechless for a moment. He put out his cigarette butt and said, "..Don't hurt that child."

Having said that, he simply hung up the phone and threw the phone on the table with a blank face.

Sure enough, the Whiskey Group and Bermode, Sweet Traps and Mysticism are always what he hates the most.