"In that case, let's go back to the room first." Toru Amuro said casually.
They didn't care about the guests Murakami Murakami said.
After all, it has nothing to do with them, and no matter how you think about it, there will be no intersection.
The four of them went straight back to the room.
Tsushima Shuji was lying on the bed very peacefully, with his hands folded on his abdomen.
He also gave the ordinary bed the atmosphere of a coffin.
Time just passed.
Shuji Tsushima dreamed that a stump of a limb fell into the ink-colored world, merged with the darkness, and was completely swallowed up.
Then the ink faded, and the world returned to its original appearance, and those black and twisted malice gathered together and gradually took shape...
"Good morning, Xiuzhi, you're awake." An elegant and gentle voice sounded.
Tsushima Shuji opened his eyes.
It was bright outside the window, and there was no one else in the room.
"Arm..." Tsushima Shuji looked at his hand.
What fell into the black mud in the dream was an arm.
"Well..." He pondered for a moment.
"My hands are more beautiful." He said in a brisk tone.
I didn't care at all what happened in the dream scene.
He rolled slowly on the bed three times before getting up to wash up, and then walked out of the room.
The hotel provides three meals a day, and guests can also choose to try their own cooking.
However, after what happened yesterday, Murakami Murakami no longer dared to let these four people perform on their own, and even decided to delete the fact that the guests could try cooking on their own.
It's better to ask the guests to eat responsibly and don't think about doing it yourself.
So early in the morning, Murakami Murakami had already prepared breakfast, fearing that he would get up late, and the four of them went into the kitchen again.
There was even a notice posted on the kitchen door.
[Guests not allowed in]
There was no such notice yesterday, but it suddenly appeared today.
The directionality is a bit too obvious.
"I have also prepared lunch. There are some that can be eaten directly, and some that need to be heated. You..." Murakami Murakami looked at the four people with complicated eyes.
"Don't do it yourself again." He said with a painful expression.
What if I just brought a new guest here and saw a few corpses lying on the ground as soon as I entered the door, and scared the guest away?
What if the escaped guests report again, for example, this hotel gathers people to do something illegal...
Don't even think about doing his business.
"..." Bourbon fell into deep thought.
He had also worked as a chef at Café Poirot before.
How did it get to this point?
"That won't happen again, don't worry." Midorikawa assured him gently.
He also didn’t want to eat another bowl of poisonous mushrooms and then be filmed on a black history video.
"Then I'm going to pick up the guests who are going to check in today. Please don't scare them..." Murakami Murakami warned again and again.
Then he turned around and left.
"The new guest... I always think it will be someone we know." Shuji Tsushima touched his chin thoughtfully.
"As long as he's not a so-called famous detective," Bourbon said.
In addition to the members of the organization, the people Kaa knew were various detectives, or those rich second generations.
Anyone other than the detective can come.
"I have an unknown premonition..." Scotland looked a little melancholy.
This ominous premonition came true when new guests arrived.
"The ominous premonition...it's really ominous..." Toru Amuro said with the corner of his mouth twitching.
"You are all here." Murakami Murakami said when he saw the four people in the hall.
"These four are the guests who checked in yesterday. They are relatively easy to get along with..." He turned around and introduced to the guests behind him.
"The three here are the new guests I mentioned in the morning. This is my brother Kinji Tatsushiba. He is here to help..." Murakami Murakami introduced the people behind him to Tsujima Shuji and others.
"Actually, no introduction is needed. We know each other, right, Tsushima-kun?" Mao Lilan asked with a bright smile.
"Indeed, we are all old acquaintances." Tsushima Shuji nodded.
"Is it such a coincidence? Everyone knows each other? What a fate." Murakami Murakami touched his orange hair and smiled heartily.
Toru Amuro's face darkened inexplicably.
The smile on Midorikawa Mu's face became a little forced.
Only Sora Sakai still wears headphones and lives in his own world.
You may not want such a fate.
Edogawa Conan complained inwardly.
"Since we all know each other, you can chat among yourselves. You can visit this house. Kinji and I will pick some wild vegetables and come back..." Murakami Murakami said this and glanced at Tsushima Shuji and the others.
"What's there to talk about with them? Really..." Mouri Kogoro turned his head and muttered.
They are all a bunch of young boys, very boring.
"Let's go first." Murakami Murakami and Tachiba Kinji were carrying bamboo baskets and hoes to tie their shoelaces outside the door.
"We just want to go out for a walk, right?" Shuji Tsushima said, looking at Toru Amuro and the others.
"...Yes." Although she didn't know what the boy wanted to do, Toru Amuro, who was always very considerate in front of outsiders, nodded in response.
"Is there a devil singing in your ears when you are impulsive?" Shuji Tsushima whispered with unknown meaning when he bent down to change his shoes.
"What are you talking about?" Murakami Murakami asked doubtfully.
"It's nothing." The black-haired boy with wild eyes said with a smile, and he actually looked a little well-behaved.
"I wish you a happy digging of wild vegetables~" Tsushima Shuji waved his hand and led the three of them to walk slowly in one direction.
In the deserted forest, four people walked aimlessly as if they were just wandering around.
"Can Murakami Murakami kill someone?" Toru Amuro asked.
"Ninety-nine percent probability." Tsushima Shuji walked in front and answered without looking back.
"Reason?" Midorikawa asked curiously.
"I saw an impulsive devil taking control of his soul..." Tsushima Shuji pretended to be profound and spoke in a dazed manner.
"Speak humanly." Toru Amuro's voice was distorted.
"To put it simply, he is full of anger now, so there is a high probability that he will be controlled by anger and do something. Well, from the look in his eyes, he is probably going to kill someone." Shuji Tsushima He clapped his hands in a lively tone.
"Murakami Murakami and Tachiba Kinji, two people with different surnames are brothers..."
"The one who was killed will probably be their father." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin and nodded.
"...So you still haven't said how you came to this conclusion." Toru Amuro complained.
"It would be boring if you said everything, wouldn't it? Just see for yourself." The young man spread his hands and said confidently.
Why would you want to know the follow-up in advance? If it were Tsushima Shuji...
He didn't want to be spoiled at all.
If it is spoiled, there will be no surprises.
But it was impossible for him not to spoil the story.
At this time, I wanted to lock up my overly smart brain and overly sensitive soul.
Lock your brain and soul, and then throw away your ability to observe and think.
This way, he won't be spoiled by himself.
Being unable to hear, see, or feel anything would prevent it from being spoiled.
In other words...
As long as he dies, there will be no spoilers!
