The terrifying and chilling night passed quickly. The next morning, when the sunlight shone into the villa with a hint of dust, there was no trace of blood in the house - there was only luxury and a silent, depressing tranquility in the room.

The tightly closed door had been opened at some point, and the fresh air that came in with the scent of fresh grass and rain swept away the faint smell of blood that remained in the house.

When everyone woke up and walked downstairs, the table was already filled with mouth-watering delicacies. However, everyone present just glanced at it and silently left the table.

"It's so peaceful," Maori Kogoro yawned and picked up the water cup on the table. He leaned against the window and sighed lazily, "Life without doing anything is really wonderful. It would be great if every day was like this. It would be even better if there were luxury houses, delicious food, fine wine and beautiful women. Hahaha..."

"That's true, but you're being too fanciful."

Sugawa Gen responded nonchalantly. He slept too late last night and was woken up by a "bang bang" sound coming from somewhere in the morning. There were bright dark circles under his eyes. He walked listlessly to Matsuda Jinpei and hung on him like an invertebrate. There was a hint of despair in his voice:

"They have packed up all their things. I just saw that the iron gate on the third floor has been opened. It looks like our schedule today is to visit the art exhibition."

"It seems so. I hope they stop struggling." Matsuda Jinpei is not much better than him. He is even more depressed. Last night, he got up from time to time to collect quilts and cover the two kids and this guy. Now he is like a walking corpse. His body is wandering outside stubbornly, but his brain is still lying in bed and refusing to work.

"I really don't understand what these people are doing. Until now, we still don't know who the owner of this villa is. What is the inexplicable reward? How can we find it? It's really strange."

Matsuda Jinpei half-closed his eyes and patted the hairy head on his shoulder wearily. "By the way, you haven't told me yet what you are doing here. Don't say you are here to participate in this exhibition. I know you don't like it."

"Hmm...", Qichuan Yuan stared at the slowly falling green leaves outside the window, and said a little slowly: "I really just came to see the paintings. I saw a painting at an exhibition before. It was well done. It was inspired by this place. I was a little interested. So I thought I might as well come here to take a look. Besides, the experience here is also wonderful, isn't it? Whether it's the waiter who looks like a masked man, the mysterious villa owner, or the people who are constantly punished, it can be regarded as some small seasoning before the exhibition begins. At the very least, it can be regarded as a more colorful stroke in the dull life."

His words were very light, like a passer-by, a spectator watching coldly without any empathy.

It was as if he had never experienced the commotion last night.

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes twitched slightly, and his originally good mood instantly fell. He didn't say anything for a long while before he raised his hand and slapped him on the head mercilessly, slapping all the sleepiness of Qichuan Gen out of the sky. He had no choice but to raise his head in shock to protest.

"Why did you hit me?"

"Don't say such dangerous things," Matsuda Jinpei turned and walked away, waving his hands casually, "Come and have breakfast quickly, finish looking at the paintings and leave quickly, I always feel something is wrong staying here."

Not only this villa, but also those so-called guests, even Qichuan Yuan gave him a strange feeling.

That feeling of mystery, suspicion, worry, and exclusion is really unpleasant.

The sense of alienation that Sugawa Gen already had with this place seemed to be reborn after stepping into this place. It was so strong that Matsuda Jinpei could not ignore it. He could only pretend that it didn't matter while suppressing the anxiety in his heart.

"I won't go later. What kind of art exhibition is this? It's boring."

Maori Kogoro pulled out a chair carelessly, sat down with a piece of bread in his mouth, and complained habitually:

"I'm sorry I can't appreciate this kind of art exhibition. I'd rather have bread than this. And Ms. Yoko's TV series is about to start."

"I'm not going either," Haibara Ai rubbed against Sugawa Gen again without knowing when, and tugged at his sleeve, "Uncle Maori and I are watching TV downstairs."

Sugawa Gen sensitively looked at the sight of Bermode who was always glancing at him vaguely, and he didn't understand Haibara Ai's intention. She just wanted to avoid this strange woman who was full of the organization's aura. He felt speechless for a while, only glanced at Bermode obscurely and turned sideways to block her sight.

"Okay, you can take a break. You didn't get enough rest last night."

"No, Qichuan Yuan guessed Huiyuan Ai's tail perfectly. She instantly stood up like a cat and said coldly: "Anyone will sleep uneasily next to my brother."

Sugawa Gen: “…”

What's wrong? There's nothing wrong with sleeping alone, right?

The ghost in her heart even overwhelmed her fear of the organization. Ai Haibara sat on the chair, expressionlessly pulled over a carton of milk, and viciously inserted the straw into it. "It's fine if Edogawa lifted the quilt, but why did you do it too? Are you a child?"

She was woken up more than once by the heavy quilt on her body. After she lifted it up, she didn't know who was pressing down on her tightly. She felt like she was in a nightmare all night long.

How can I sleep well?

Sugawa Gen shut up at the right time, looked around and changed the subject: "Where's Conan?"

"That kid," Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyelids lazily, "said he had a stomachache and went to the toilet."

Qichuan Yuan couldn't help but frown. Can Conan's words be believed? He looked around and didn't see Amuro Toru. His eyelids jumped. "How long has he been in the toilet? Nothing will happen. I'll go check it out."

"It's okay—"

As soon as they mentioned the devil, Conan Edogawa popped his head out from the stairs with a smile and waved at them.

Qichuan Yuan looked at him suspiciously. This look was exactly the expression this guy had after doing something bad. "Come and have dinner."

"What did you do? You're not going to get close to that black-haired man, are you?"

Qichuan Yuan walked over and picked up Conan, saying in a bad tone, "Don't act alone, it's very dangerous, you know?"

Conan gave a soothing smile: "Don't worry, he didn't find me."

It seems like you're really gone. Qichuan Yuan paused for a moment. Looking at his completely unrepentant look, he felt a long-lost headache.

"This will not be an example for others."