"I'm going to open the door." Hattori Heiji held two clues at the same time, pressed one hand on the door handle, and took a deep breath.
Kudo Shinichi and Hakuba Tan looked at him closely.
Under the gaze of the two men, Hattori Heiji opened the door.
Went out.
But he just stood at the door and didn't go far.
Make sure you can return to your room as soon as possible.
He stood at the door and waited nervously for a long time, but was not attacked.
He turned around and exchanged glances with the two people in the room, handed the suicide note to Detective Bai Ma, and continued to stand outside.
Still not attacked.
Then his expression became more solemn.
He handed the box to Kudo Shinichi.
Almost the moment the box left my hand, I heard a sound breaking through the air.
Hattori Heiji immediately backed away without hesitation, rushed back to the room, and quickly closed the door.
"Fortunately, I didn't go far, otherwise I would have been sucked dry too." After doing all this, he looked at the closed door, then realized what he was doing, and patted his chest to calm down.
"It has been confirmed that what Rose cares about is actually the box, but whether it is the box itself or the contents in the box, I don't know unless I try again." Hattori Heiji said.
"It's what's in the box." Kudo Shinichi said firmly.
Then he picked up a handful of flower petals and a lock of golden hair, carefully opened the door, and walked towards the door.
Then I stood at the door holding the petals and hair, nothing happened.
"It seems that it is indeed what's inside." Baima Tan nodded.
The three people immediately divided the petals and hair in the box into three parts and stuffed them into their pockets.
"We also need to prepare two copies for Mr. Amuro and Mr. Midorikawa." Kudo Shinichi reminded.
【Team Channel】
Kudo Shinichi: We found something that can avoid danger, and prepared two more for you.
Toru Amuro: No need, we found something too.
Hattori Heiji: That's really lucky. What did you find?
Toru Amuro: A pair of small scissors and a dagger.
Hattori Heiji:...This is a weapon.
"The scissors and daggers they found are weapons, right? They feel more useful than our flower petals and hair." Hattori Heiji said enviously.
"It's good to be able to avoid danger for us." Kudo Shinichi reassured.
"But isn't something right outside? It's too quiet." Kudo Shinichi said with a frown.
When Hattori Heiji and he went out for experiments, they just stood at the door and didn't go far.
But I didn't hear any sound at all.
You must know that when they entered the room, there were many players in the building.
Why is there no sound at all?
Have everyone left?
Kudo Shinichi guessed like this, but there was a vague suspicion in his heart.
"You'll know if you go out and take a look. The vines won't attack us anyway." Hattori Heiji said carelessly.
So the three people opened the door again and walked out of the room.
When I came to the edge of the corridor, I lowered my head and looked down.
They were standing on about twenty floors.
It's not very clear when looking from top to bottom.
But one could see figures wearing the same uniforms falling to the ground in groups.
Quiet and motionless.
It seems that they have all turned into corpses.
"They are all dead." After observing for a moment, the white horse detective said.
"Hundreds of people just disappeared." Kudo Shinichi looked down, his tone complicated.
Just when they were looking for clues.
Many people have died.
"Don't think about it. People are dying in this game every minute, more or less. All we can do is find the answer as soon as possible and solve the game." Hattori Heiji patted Kudo Shinichi on the shoulder.
The boy known as the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era has an extreme sense of justice, morality and responsibility.
That's a good thing, but it's not that great either.
If you bear all the pressure alone, you will be crushed sooner or later.
"Let's go." Kudo Shinichi turned and returned to the room.
The three people entered the ventilation duct again and began to continue exploring.
…
"Where are the scissors and daggers? What will I say when I meet them?" the blond man asked sitting on the bed.
"Petals and hair, scissors and daggers, people suspected of committing suicide..." Scotland murmured thoughtfully.
"Are scissors used to trim vines? Maybe they can also be used to cut hair. As for the dagger, is it the dagger used by the little prince who committed suicide?" He expressed his analysis.
"That's it." Tsushima Shuji nodded and snapped his fingers.
A pair of golden scissors and a golden dagger wrapped with rose vines appeared in front of him.
"The little prince who committed suicide...isn't it really you?" Bourbon said in a sinister tone.
"Although the elements are very consistent, it's not me. According to the plot, the little prince has already succeeded in committing suicide..." The black-haired and wild-eyed boy said in a disgusted tone.
And there was no way he could succeed.
"I'm so envious." He looked envious, his eyes full of expectation.
Death is not the end, but the beginning of freedom.
It is also the end of eternity.
"How could someone be so obsessed with death..." Bourbon sounded helpless and confused.
From the first time I met Kaa until now, his personality has been moody, uncertain, unpredictable, sometimes profound and sometimes childish, always deepening and changing others' opinions.
But one thing has not changed.
That is the thirst for death.
"Because for Kaa, life must be very painful." Scotland said with some understanding.
Bourbon struggled tenaciously and grew up in the darkness.
Scotland, on the other hand, took the initiative from light into darkness.
When he witnessed the tragic death of his parents, he briefly lost his memory.
And when his memory was restored, his personality also became self-destructive.
It's just not as serious as Kaa.
The young Zhu Fu Jingguang also felt that living was very painful, self-blaming, and guilty for a period of time.
But now Midorikawa Mu is no longer affected by those emotions.
"Just living itself is already a torture for me." Tsushima Shuji looked at the bandage on his hand.
Fortunately, there was a bandage, otherwise as soon as he saw his blood vessels, he would want to cut it, watch the blood flow out of his body, and feel the feeling of losing his life bit by bit.
But when it all ended, it was as if nothing had happened and he was still alive.
Again and again.
He only felt an unparalleled emptiness.
There is no point in doing this, Tsushima Shuji certainly understands.
But when he feels bored, he still does it.
Even if you can't die.
But at least... I can feel the pain that is enough to kill me.
He obviously hates pain and doesn't like being bloody.
Now I am repeating things that disgust me.
"Let me show you a headshot." A gun appeared in the boy's hand, he said with a smile, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his temple.
"It's just a game, you can't die." He pulled the trigger.
When the bullet passed through the temple with bloody flowers, he saw the complicated expressions of Bourbon and the others.
Then he couldn't help lowering his head and laughing out loud.
"As I said, it's just a game." He said casually, holding his head that healed instantly.