Protect our prophets

The room gradually became quiet, Songxue got up and went to the door, and saw two figures, one tall and one short, standing under the steps in front of the hut.

Kaito seems to be very interested in the things on the stone pillar, but Conan is looking thoughtfully at the nameplate of the main entrance.

"Forest House", this is their assigned residence.

The remaining forty guests should also be scattered in their respective so-and-so houses. As for where the host lives...it must be the "illusory house".

"He's not shy at all." Kaito tilted his head and thought for a while, "I remember, the hero in "House of Illusion" died not long after he appeared on the stage, right? Well, he's still a philanderer, cheating on his wife Hit him straight and got shot... oh."

Conan spread his hands: "The organizer will never realize that he is the most dangerous position in mystery novels."

"It's also possible that they find it interesting just because of the danger?" Songxue walked down the steps and looked back at Lin Zhiwu.

"I also want to get to know Mr. Katori soon." Kaito folded his arms, "I hope he won't let us down."

Conan glanced at him keenly, and pointedly: "You want to say, don't let [you] down?"

The latter covered his head with a smile, rubbed it carelessly and said, "It's the same."

At nearly six o'clock, the bell rang.

It only knocked three times, like a reminder to serve dinner.

The white horse was the last to come out of the house, holding a card in his hand.

"It was found on a tray in my room." He handed the card to everyone, "He asked us to gather in the banquet hall at six o'clock for dinner."

"Is there no one leading the way?"

The entire huge building complex is like a giant maze, surrounded by layers and twists and turns. Although it didn't take too long for them to enter by car, they were basically going in circles.

Matsuyuki felt that this was probably also a small obstacle set by Katori.

Of course, it's just a maze, so it's not difficult for the "detectives" who participated in the event.

Baima was prepared for any danger, and has been timing since entering the gate. Combined with the route of the sightseeing bus, he drew a rough schematic diagram for them.

"We should be in the southeast corner, not far from the gate." The map was passed around among several people, and finally it was thrown to Huadi.

Huadi took a few fixed glances, then raised her head again.

"Do you remember?" Baima folded the schematic diagram, put it in his notebook, and said after a pause, "The main banquet is usually in the direction directly opposite the main entrance, so we are going to go northwest now, that is, , the direction of the sunset—”

He looked at the sky that was gradually being dyed red by the setting sun in the distance.

"That's where the bell came from, too."

They walked along the courtyard corridor, and other guests appeared one after another.

Among the crowd, Songxue also saw Mr. Dahe and Ms. Nagasawa—it is really admirable that they can still participate in this game tenaciously after experiencing a friend's accident.

"Maybe for them, this event itself is not important, but someone they want to meet." Kaito said meaningfully.

Atobe also raised the corners of his lips, and said casually: "Party B's company they belong to relies on the Kobayashi family's business, and now that Kobayashi Misaki's death will inevitably cause stock price fluctuations, internal adjustments, layoffs... people naturally have to plan for the future. "

……

At a quarter past six, all the guests gathered in the hall.

Katori Masaburo greeted the guests at the door with a smile on his face.He was wearing a beige dress, and he was not as old as they imagined. He was about 50 years old, and he was in good condition. He was tall and showed signs of fitness.

He smiled kindly, held a glass of champagne, shuttled among the guests with ease, and called everyone by name accurately.At first glance, he is a very likable social figure, a veteran of Vanity Fair.

Several high school student detectives were warmly greeted by Katori.When he left in front of them, they all looked at Songxue in unison, as if they were full of anticipation.

Songxue didn't do what they wanted, she held her breath, tilted her head and thought for a while, then turned to ask Atobu: "Do you know him?"

Naturally, Atobe has heard of rich people with strong financial resources who can create such a grand scene on an island in the Pacific Ocean.But when it comes to "acquaintance", he is still a student after all, and has not yet participated in company management or social banquets.

He shook his head: "I just heard from my grandfather that there is a business relationship, but I haven't seen it before today."

"I don't know what the reputation is..." Songxue was thoughtful.

Baima coughed lightly: "I know something about this. Mr. Katori is very popular in the circle, and he often attends charity dinners, and also presides over two aid projects."

Heiji dragged out his voice "Oh", squinted his eyes, and looked at Katori's retreating back: "So, it shouldn't be easy for him to make enemies?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Baima replied, "Their real estate companies, the means between competitors..." He mentioned a few words tactfully.

Songxue still had a pensive expression on her face: "Well...you really can't judge by appearance."

"Why do you say that?" Heiji asked curiously.

"...he seemed like a good person," she said slowly, lowering her voice, "it was quite miserable when he died."

Conan choked, and quickly put down the cake tray, his cheeks flushed slightly, and the white horse bent down and handed him a handkerchief: "Be careful, are you okay?"

He shook his head, picked up the water glass to moisten his throat, raised his head, and asked eagerly, "Is it shot?"

Songxue shook her head.

"Food poisoning?" Atobe subconsciously looked at the luxurious buffet food behind him.

After careful consideration, she said, "I saw him lying in a certain room..."

The eyeballs are cloudy, the lips are purple, and the seven orifices are bleeding.

It is most consistent with the reaction of poisoning, but it is uncertain whether he died of taking poison or inhaling poisonous gas-if it is in a secret room, anything may happen.

The guests next to them were chatting and laughing happily, but their small circle, obviously all energetic young people, was extremely quiet at the moment, with different expressions.

"No way..." Hattori Heiji embraced his arms with a complicated expression, "Is it true?"

From past experience, yes.

Songxue replied like this.

"But again, prophecies can be stopped," she added quickly.

"..."

Kaito sighed slightly: "Should we be thankful that when we got on the boat that day——"

He hesitated to speak, but was patted on the shoulder by Songxue.

"Don't worry, you are the protagonists in detective novels, it's impossible for anything to happen to you."

"Hey, isn't this more like Tachi FLAG?" Kaito protested.

He added in his heart: besides, he is not a real detective...

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Conan beside him, who turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

When the clock struck seven, the lights dimmed.

The spotlight swept towards the small stage in the center of the hall, and shone on Shinaburo Katori.The people around him stopped talking and watched him walk onto the stage amid applause.

The man under the lights was in high spirits. He first thanked everyone for coming, and then introduced the main topic and introduced the game rules of this event.

House of Illusion, as the name suggests, has a background story that pays homage to the original work:

The man who was invited to be a guest died at the hands of his wife. His mistress and hostess knew who the real murderer was, but tried their best to cover up her evidence and try to divert the attention of the police.

On this basis, Katori made some adaptations and expansions so that each guest, including Katori herself, can obtain an identity in the story.

"So it's script killing." Songxue concluded in a low voice.

"Does script killing need so many players?" Atobe frowned slightly.

"With so many participants, there are usually additional activities." Baima said meaningfully, looking around in the banquet hall, as if looking for something.

Kaito couldn't help coughing.

Next, Katori brought a young gentleman from among the guests to the stage and revealed his role: the deceased.

He introduced the remaining characters one by one, and he assumed the role of "male master" as a matter of course. In addition, there are also the housekeepers and servants in this house who are specially recruited by him. , and strive to create a perfect experience environment for players.

"As for the rest of the friends," Xiang teasingly opened his arms and announced, "each of you is a detective, and at the same time, a treasure hunter."

——"Treasure hunt?"

Katori was still eloquently introducing the background of the story, and the guests below were already talking about it.

"Is it the 'tear of the sky'?"

"I heard that Mr. Katori also invited Kaitou Kidd, I don't know if it's true..."

"That's Tears in the Sky! Mr. Katori is too bold to take such a risk for a game."

"As expected of a perfectionist."

——"That's right, tears from the sky." Katori Shinzaburo repeated.

"Our 'hero', Mr. Shanze, brought this peerless treasure with him when he came to the Illusory House as a guest. However, with his unexpected death, this jewel also disappeared..."

Heiji looked back at Kaito warily.

The latter smiled slightly, waved his hands, and said silently: "Relax, didn't I send an invitation letter?"

Kaitou Kidd will only do it after sending out the invitation letter. So far, he has not broken his principles.

Thinking of this every now and then, I feel a little relieved.

He wasn't afraid of Kidd, this island was isolated from the world, even if he really stole the gems, he wouldn't be able to fly away.But in any case, if this guy ran out as Kidd and made a big fuss, it would definitely add a lot of trouble to their plan to find and stop the murderer.

If something goes wrong, it is a life.

"So it's a treasure hunt, no wonder there are so many people..." Songxue walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked outside through the glass.

The winding courtyard wall is indistinct in the darkness, like a huge monster.

With such a large map, it is reasonable that there are more treasure hunters.But since it is a puzzle-solving activity, the clues of the gems must be related to the case in the script, and there will be no results if you search everywhere blindly.

She turned around and looked at everyone.

"Let's divide into two teams. It happens that there are also two keys, so it's easier to move."

None of them had an opinion.

Huachi tends to follow Atobe, but it is not impossible if they want to forcibly separate.

Kaito doesn't want to team up with Hakuba, and the others know it well.Conan and Heiji want to stare at Kaito again...

Several people stared at each other, unable to make a decision for a long time.

Songxue asked: "How about drawing lots?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Heiji took a quick step ahead, took out a notebook from his pocket, tore off two pages, divided them into seven, wrote four A's and three B's, and rolled them into a ball.

After random shuffling, he put the ball of paper on the side of the table.

The result came out quickly, Matsuyuki, Conan and Huadi got B, and the remaining four got A.

Songxue breathed a sigh of relief and was very moved: "It's so reliable to have Mr. Huadi around."

The little detective hesitated to speak, raised his head to look at the tall and tall classmate Huadi, and had to nod to admit it.The only props left on him now are anesthesia needles, and with the spares, he can only deal with two people at most.

But Birch...

He can punch a monster with one punch!

Atobe snapped his fingers, and said in an uncompromising tone, "Then it's decided."

As soon as he turned around, he saw Songxue solemnly holding Baima Tan's hand, and said worriedly: "Atobe-kun will leave it to you, you must be careful, he gets lost so easily."

"...I understand." Baima Tan nodded slowly and smiled.

"Hey!"

The author has something to say: Script killing seems to be very popular recently, and I really want to play it too_(:з」∠)_

but can't find anyone...

I can only imagine (.