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Chapter 358: The Vicious Detective Test Game

With a click, the safe door was easily opened.

There was a key inside, which looked like the key to this room.

Bai Ma Tan was confused for a moment, then quickly became serious again.

No, the person who locked them in the room this time must be a bad person with a bad taste. It is impossible for him to give them the way to leave so easily.

He glanced at the time shown on the clock on the door and saw that nearly twenty minutes had passed. After thinking for a while, he took out the key, placed it on the table, and continued to explore the situation in the room.

But in the process of solving the mystery, he seemed to have touched a button of some mechanism.

A hole suddenly appeared in the corner of the wall, and then a pipe similar to the muzzle of a gun but thicker protruded from it. Under the solemn gaze of the brown-haired boy, it sprayed out... a large number of fresh earthworms still covered with mud.

Hakuba Detective:! ?

The gun was pointed at him, and he automatically adjusted the direction as he dodged the gun.

Soon, the room was filled with densely packed, wriggling earthworms.

Bai Ma's skin felt numb when he touched her, and as a person with severe mysophobia, he simply couldn't tolerate this!

But the gun muzzle above did not stop at all, as if the earthworms were inexhaustible.

Bai Ma Tan resisted the urge to curse.

Isn't this a crime-solving game? Why are there all these extra things?

At the same time, in Kogoro Mouri, or to be more precise, in the room of Kaito Kid.

Although he was also good at things like mechanisms, the person who made this escape game had a little trick up his sleeve, so when he was not prepared, the mechanism was also triggered.

Gun muzzles about the size of a palm appeared at the same time in the four corners of the wall, spraying...fish at Kaito Kidd.

Still alive! !

Kaito Kidd, who didn't have time to dodge and caught a lively fish in his arms: "..."

“Ahhhh——!!!”

In the surveillance room, suppressed laughter and the occasional sound of slapping the sofa could be heard.

Bertrand covered his stomach which hurt from laughing, and his whole body was shaking like a leaf blown by the autumn wind.

“Hahahahahahaha…this is so funny hahahahaha.”

Qianzhu drank tea, his calm and steady gaze fixed on the screen.

There is a huge contrast between the two he showed.

Among the seven people on the screen, only Conan and Chikan Kyouyo were working hard to solve the mystery without being affected. The others had their thoughts or actions affected by the mechanism set up by Bertrand.

Ignoring the genuine and resentful voices of Takao Yuto and Ibuki Chirie coming from the player, Conan looked at the series of clues recorded in the notebook with sweat on his forehead. He tried to focus on them and think about the connection between these clues.

But Takao Yuto's voice kept coming into his ears and affecting his thinking.

"Why did you come here to ask me? If you hadn't asked me about that matter, I wouldn't have died in obscurity..."

"Why? Why? Why? Why?"

Although Conan wanted to turn off the player, the sound seemed to come from all directions, making it difficult for him to determine the source of the sound, and naturally it was difficult to find the location of the player.

A drop of sweat slid down and dripped onto the notebook, soaking that page and the next one at a spot.