"Who knows?" Fujino shook his head and walked toward Conan's table. He wasn't planning on directly revealing that Kaito Kuroba was impersonating Kogoro Mouri. I'm out of this. You two ladies can go at each other.
"Brother Fujino!" Conan, seeing his great savior, immediately stood up. "You play with the two sisters! I feel like card games are so boring!"
You little rascal... Fujino gave Conan a speechless look. Did Ran's absurd luck scare you off?
"Straight!" Ran happily displayed her poker hand. "I won again!"
"Ran, cheating isn't very nice, you know..." Ikumi Tsukuda, in a purple evening gown, charmingly propped her chin and reminded Ran, "Look, aren't the two leftmost cards overlapping?"
"Really... it looks like they're stuck together with something." Ran pulled the two cards apart, her face instantly turning pale. "Blood!!!"
"Oh?" Ikumi Tsukuda's lips curved slightly as she glanced at it, whispering, "It seems there's blood here too..."
"I think the maid just mentioned it." Harushi Motegi walked over, having heard, and reminded them, "This place is exactly the same as the crime scene from back then. It hasn't been touched at all."
"But compared to all that..." Fujino leaned in and wiped the bloodstain. "Ran, even with blood on it, your hand is still a straight, huh?"
"Huh??" Ran was surprised. "It really is!"
Ikumi Tsukuda: "..."
Harushi Motegi: "..."
So, shouldn't the focus be on the blood? Why are they focusing on the straight? Are you people really that eccentric?
"Knock, knock!" A knock on the door sounded, and the maid entered, bowing slightly to everyone. "Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is ready. Our master is waiting for you in the dining room."
"That guy's finally showing himself..." Kaito Kuroba, wearing Kogoro Mouri's face, hands in pockets, was getting interested.
The others also looked excited and followed the maid to the dining room. The dining room was not far from the lounge. Upon entering, they saw a massive white fireplace, resembling a church, with an arch-shaped dining table in front of it. A green tablecloth covered the table, adorned with name tags for each person. And at the head of the table, in the very center, sat a strange figure in a blue suit, wearing a purple pointed mask, with eerie red glowing eyes, staring directly at the people entering the dining room.
Fujino: "..." Excuse me, which cult are you the leader of? The Great FFF Cult? Or perhaps the Blazing Cat Cult? What's with this display? Trying to be edgy?
"Distinguished detectives present..." The red-eyed figure spoke in a deep voice, "I sincerely invite you all to this Twilight Mansion. Please take your seats now. Your corresponding names are on the table."
Fujino sighed, pulled out his wooden sword from behind him, and slowly walked forward.
"Hey, Fujino, what are you doing?" Saguru Hakuba was utterly bewildered by Fujino's posture. Seriously, who just pulls out a sword like that?
He's not actually going to just beat this guy up, is he...? Kaito Kuroba watched Fujino slowly advance, hands in his pockets.
"I've heard this young detective uses a wooden sword. I didn't expect him to carry it with him everywhere..." Ikumi Tsukuda looked on with interest. "No wonder he's called the 'real-life Sayo Samonji'."
Harushi Motegi's expression was a bit odd. "By the way, where did he pull that wooden sword from...?"
And the last to follow, the chubby gourmet detective in a suit, was in a panic. As the planner of this gathering, he never expected a disruptor. Let alone a hothead who would pull out a wooden sword and go straight for a fight. This kid, why doesn't he play by the rules? I should have never invited him!
"Why so many words... Are you suffering from chuunibyou?" Under everyone's gaze, Fujino walked forward and, with one swing, struck the strange figure on the head with his sword.
"Thump, thump, thump..." To everyone's astonishment, the strange figure's head was directly chopped off and rolled twice on the floor.
Everyone present: "..." What the heck is this harmonious scene?
"It's a tape recorder, and a megaphone!" Conan was the first to scramble forward to check, picking up the head with the speaker and placing it on the table.
Everyone present: "..."
"Heh heh heh... It seems the young detective figured out it was a megaphone from the moment he walked in, didn't he?" Ikumi Tsukuda examined the megaphone, arms crossed, clicking her tongue. "None of us detectives, who are even more famous than him, noticed that."
"He's using a megaphone to fool us." Harushi Motegi was somewhat displeased. "It seems that guy never intended to show himself..."
"I invited you all here today to find the treasure that has been sleeping somewhere in this mansion for many years..." The speaker-person continued to broadcast. "For that accumulated, vast fortune, I am willing to gamble my life!"
"Boom!" A series of explosions suddenly echoed from outside.
"What was that sound?!" Although his plan was disrupted, Jushin Oyama still looked outside in confusion, appearing quite surprised.
"The cars blew up, what else? Didn't you hear the car parts falling to the ground?" Fujino gave Jushin Oyama a speechless look, feeling that his acting was a bit too exaggerated.
Then, he turned to Harushi Motegi. "But speaking of which, Mr. Motegi, your wife seems to have exploded too."
Harushi Motegi: "..." Can we please not bring that up again?
Kaito Kuroba, on the other hand, felt pretty good about it. He had just touched the car and got lectured. Now, karma's a beautiful thing, isn't it?
Fujino naturally noticed Kaito Kuroba's expression, turned around, and said to Kogoro Mouri, "Old man Mouri, the car you rented seems to have exploded too."
Kaito Kuroba: "..." Let it explode, it's not my car anyway... Wait, that car was indeed something he prepared. And he bought it... Damn it!
Thinking of this, Kaito Kuroba immediately became upset, perfectly mimicking Kogoro Mouri's enraged expression. "You scoundrel!"
"Don't worry, everyone. I'm just slightly restricting your freedom." The speaker continued to blare, "I've always been in the position of being chased by you detectives and police. Now it's time for a change of pace. The bridge you just crossed has been blown up by me, and there's no cell phone signal here. So, this is a survival game. The person who finds the treasure will split it with me, and you'll also get a way out. Since you all understand the rules, then please enjoy your last supper! After all, you can't fight on an empty stomach!"
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