The Pirated Onmyoji of the Detective World

Senma Kōyo was also taken aback when she heard Aragaki Yu's words.

When she saw on the monitor screen that the detectives had left their rooms and were arguing in the hall where they were gathered, the atmosphere became tense.

With Aragaki Yu's prompting, she immediately realized what was going on.

Because all of this seemed a bit too contrived!

"You mean these guys are putting on an act for me on purpose!?" Chima Kōdai looked surprised.

“Yes, the goal is to lower your guard and lure you out of this place.” Aragaki Yu leaned back in his chair, watching the surveillance footage with a hint of interest. “Then, when you think you have the upper hand, the last guy you think poses absolutely no threat will come up with a way to escape.”

Although Aragaki Yu didn't explicitly say who it was, Chima Kazuyo looked at the guy who had disappeared from the surveillance footage at some point, probably hiding in some blind spot.

That little kid named Conan Edogawa.

That's right.

Children like this are indeed the easiest to lower one's guard and make one overlook their existence.

"Alright, since they've already planned it all out, let's just stay here and watch them put on their show!"

As the surveillance screen showed footage of the detectives in the lobby splitting up due to an argument,...

Yuya Aragaki knew that their performance was about to begin.

"Isn't this quite interesting!" Aragaki Yu squinted at the monitor screen, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Senma Kazuyo, who was standing nearby, noticed this scene and, for some reason, suddenly had the illusion that the boy in front of her was the real mastermind.

……

That's right, according to Senma Shigeyo's plan and ideas.

All it takes is to give these detectives a spark.

Under the threat of death, these detectives would inevitably develop suspicions about each other.

In situations like this, if everyone acts in unison, even if there are doubts, there will be limitations.

Once everyone starts to act separately...

This kind of suspicion, arising from unfounded speculation about what others are doing, will unconsciously intensify and deepen.

This suspicion is amplified to an extreme degree, especially when these detectives are about to find the treasure.

Ultimately, someone will inevitably take some extreme self-defense actions in order to protect themselves.

For example, the idea of ​​striking first to gain the upper hand.

Once the first person does this, it will undoubtedly spur others to take similar measures.

In the end, everyone will fall into the state of killing each other.

……

Sure enough, not long after.

Senma Kazuyo noticed that Hakuba Saguru was the first to be shot dead in the corridor.

Seeing the blood gushing from Hakuba Saguru's chest and the horrific sight of him lying on the ground with wide eyes, she would never have suspected anything had it not been for Aragaki Yu's earlier warning.

But now, looking at it this way, she increasingly felt that the bloodstains on Hakuba Saguru's clothes resembled the bottle of tomato juice that had disappeared from the kitchen.

Immediately afterwards, as Akemi Miyano entered the restroom, she was also struck on the back of the head by a dark figure.

With a muffled groan, he collapsed onto the bathroom floor and lay motionless.

Subsequently, after searching the rooms on the fourth floor of the Central Tower, Ikumi Gunda was pricked in the palm by a poisoned needle on the doorknob the moment she stepped out.

After letting out a cry of surprise and staggering two steps toward the door, she suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

Within a few minutes.

Kogoro Mouri and Harufumi Mogi, who had just discovered the drugged Ran and the maid, as well as the body of Hakuba Saguru who had been shot, rushed over after noticing the commotion.

But all they found was Ms. Ikumi Gunda lying on the ground, already dead.

Kogoro Mouri and Harufumi Mogi both frowned and looked at the room not far away.

They remembered that the "mysterious" owner had said that after finding the answer, they should come here to input it into the computer.

At this moment, the door to the room had already been opened.

It was clear that the one who opened the door was Ikumi Yata, who was lying on the ground right in front of them.

"But why is she lying here?" Kogoro Mouri stood beside Ikumi Yata's body, looking around in confusion.

Just then, Kogoro Mouri heard a slight clicking sound from behind him, as if a doorknob was turning.

He turned his head and saw that Mogi Harufumi had somehow appeared at the door of the room and was bending over, studying the doorknob.

The door has a handle that resembles a sports star, so most people will grab it and turn it when opening the door.

Harufumi Mogi tried turning the doorknob with two fingers, looked at the poisoned needle protruding from the doorknob, and sneered, "There is a mechanism on the inside of the handle. When someone tries to leave the room, they will be poisoned and die from the needle piercing their palm."

"But where exactly is this murderer?" Kogoro Mouri looked at Harufumi Mogi, who was checking the computer in the room with his back to him, with a puzzled expression.

However, they heard the sound of a bolt being pulled back.

"!!!"

Kogoro Mouri noticed that Harufumi Mogi had somehow pulled out a pistol and was pointing it at him. "You, what do you want to do!"

"Heh, are you going to keep pretending?" Harufumi Mogi said with a sneer.

"If these traps were set by Miss Gunda, she wouldn't have been able to die of poisoning here!"

“Everyone else is dead, only you and I are left. I have no problem with you, so you must be the mastermind!” Mogi Harufumi said with a grim face, holding a gun and confronting Mouri Kogoro.

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two was unusually heavy.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a gunshot.

"Ah, this..."

Kogoro Mouri clutched his chest in pain, staggered back two steps, and fell to the ground.

At the same time, after silently mourning for his expensive suit for a second, he couldn't bear it and squeezed open the ketchup packet hidden inside.

"Fresh blood" slowly seeped from his chest.

Looking at Kogoro Mouri lying on the ground, Harufumi Mogi casually blew away the gunpowder from the muzzle of his gun and smiled coldly, "Hmph, you can't blame me for suspecting you. It's all fate. The sleeping great detective—Kogoro Mouri."

Right now, in this villa.

Apart from the unconscious Xiaolan and the maid, he was the only one left.

Everyone else had died in this brutal infighting. Everyone he thought was his enemy was also dead.

Whoever the mastermind behind it all is, they've already died in this place.

Therefore, Harufumi Mogi was completely relaxed at this moment.

With everything settled, Harufumi Mogi finally had time to take out a cigarette, light it in solitude, and prepare to ease the oppressive atmosphere brought about by the killing.

However, just as he took a deep breath, Mogi Harufumi suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

His expression turned incredibly pained, and he struggled in agony before collapsing to the ground.

Thus, the last detective in the Twilight Villa also died from poisoning as part of Chima Kazuyo's plan.

……

As Chizuru watched the scenes unfold on the monitor in the locked room, the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

These guys...

They really acted like it was a real performance.

If she hadn't already known what was going on, she would definitely have been fooled by these guys.

I realized that my plan with Oosuki had underestimated these detectives.

As Yu Aragaki watched these people perform, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Hehehe..."

Just as Chima Kazuyo let out a bitter laugh, the images on all the surveillance screens suddenly turned into static.

Clearly, someone cut off the surveillance line.

Meanwhile, lines of text began to appear on the computer desktop in the secret room.

Someone must be typing on a computer in a room on the fourth floor of the Central Tower.

[I've deciphered the code to the treasure, but I want to tell you personally: please come to the restaurant now. I am the eighth detective.]

Upon seeing this text, Senma Kazuyo paused slightly, then instinctively looked at Aragaki Yu.

She knew that this text must have been typed by the kid that Aragaki Yu had mentioned earlier.

Ah, the eighth detective?

For some unknown reason, Senma Kazuyo suddenly burst into laughter.

Aragaki Yu read a lot from the other person's smile—