This pavilion only uses dim lighting to highlight the theme of "hell", which does not mean that it has no lights.

The light as bright as day shone straight down, shaking the eyes of Boss Manaka and Director Ochiai at the same time.

When Ochiai got up just now, he took off his heavy helmet and wiped his eyes.

Now he began to reflect on whether he was too fast, otherwise he would still have a cover.

Under the difficult gaze of the two, Shiraishi nodded slightly at them, walked leisurely to the side of "Heavenly Punishment", and reached to the side of the frame.

"I'm coming! Let me! Director Ochiai suddenly stood up to the sound of a clanging bell.

The heavy armor slowed his pace a little more than usual, but he still rushed to the oil painting at a high speed that even Shiraishi found incredible.

Shiraishi took two steps back and saw the old man tearing off his gloves and groping around the frame.

Soon, his hand stopped somewhere, and the whole person froze in place as if he had been petrified.

- Beneath his wrinkled fingers, a hidden mechanism was slightly dented.

Director Ochiai's hands slowly began to tremble.

He raised his head, took one last look at the oil painting in front of him that had been with him for a long time, this "Heavenly Punishment" that made him proud and painful, closed his eyes, and pushed his hand down heavily.

Click, click-

Like the frame in the basement of Sugie House, this frame has stood the test of time.

It flipped one by one, and in the blink of an eye it became another painting in pastel tones—exactly the same as what they had seen in their dreams.

“…… It's true. Director Ochiai's voice trembled more and more violently, he raised his hand to touch it, but his hand reached out, but in the end it only landed on the frame, he touched the frame, repeating over and over again, "It's true." ”

Boss Manaka slowly walked to the painting, looked up for a while, and then looked at Shiraishi: "Why do you know this?" ”

Without waiting for Shiraishi to answer, he asked again, "If I had said the right thing back then, everything would have been ...... Is that how it ended in the dream? ”

"The past is gone, there are no ifs."

Shiraishi lifted the mask and added in the eyes of the two of them that quickly dimmed, "So you better cherish the moment more." She said, "Her face is going to make her sad when she sees it." ”

The air fell silent instantly.

After a while, the two of them finally tasted the error in this sentence, and looked at Baishi together: "What do you mean?" …… Can she see us?? ”

"Of course." The corners of Shiraishi's lips were hooked, revealing the standard smile of a handsome guy who had practiced in the mirror countless times in his second year of secondary school.

Then he looked to the side and tilted his head slightly, as if listening carefully, but in reality, he was just intently acting into the air.

After a moment, Shiraishi turned back and said in a repeater-like tone:

"She's been staying next to the painting. She's glad you came to see her. In addition, what I heard in the 'dream' just now is what she wants to say to you. I'm just magnifying her abilities as a soul ......! ”

Shiraishi's tone was imperceptible.

- Where he was looking, the air stirred slightly, and a silhouette with short shoulder-length hair slowly emerged.

The thin figure turned her head to look at him, as if she was standing in the sunlight and smiled, then she raised her hand and gave Shiraishi a high-five.

A small translucent fragment flew from her body and landed into the light screen that popped out suddenly.

Shiraishi didn't look down, he kept looking in the direction of the figure until the shadow that emerged from the painting slowly faded and finally disappeared.

……

A few minutes ago.

Conan struggled to open his eyes, and his eyes were scarlet.

Groggy and half-squinted, he lay for several seconds, and what happened before he lost consciousness slowly returned to his mind.

Combined with the color of the blood in front of him, Conan's first reaction was - blood flowed into his eyes.

After being shocked by this fact, he felt it carefully, but found that except for the numbness all over his body, there seemed to be no special pain, and he couldn't smell blood.

Looking around again, Conan slowly realized that this eerie red color was caused by the light penetrating the obscuration above him.

- He was placed under an upside-down bucket.

Conan stared at the bucket, unable to react for a while.

He closed his eyes unwillingly, never thinking that he would wake up again - even if he could, he must have been rescued by a thread amid the cries of Maolilan and the deafening sound of the ambulance.

But now, let alone dead, he wasn't hurt at all.

What the hell is that mysterious man in black who picks up a knife without saying a word? If he doesn't put his mouth out, isn't he afraid that the murder will be told by himself?

But...... Wait, strictly speaking, I didn't see the corpse myself, but I saw a lot of blood stains on the kitchen knife.

Thinking of that terrifying kitchen knife, Conan thought again, now is not the time to lie here and think about the other party's motives - if someone is slashed by the man in black, it may be too late to save someone immediately.

As for the corpses...... The man in black didn't kill himself, so he shouldn't have committed that kind of crime.

The impression score was as low as -1000, and finally slowly rose back a little.

With his plan in mind, Conan tried to sit up, but the hose tied to his body and the bucket that restricted him from stretching his legs greatly hindered his movements.

When Conan ran out of strength, he had to lie back like a fish.

He closed his eyes again, calmed down, and observed the hollow water pipe on his body, knowing that this material was not too difficult to break free, and after calming down, he slowly squirmed and began to stage a real escape.

After a few minutes, Conan breathed a sigh of relief, pushed away the bucket that was much larger than him, and sat up. His legs and arms were still numb, and he hissed as he walked, but he insisted on looking around all the compartments around him.

There were no corpses, no wounded.

…… Not even a drop of blood.