"You have no way out. The magic I have cast has taken effect. Just when one of you screams, the competition will begin. Remember, there is a computer in the room on the fourth floor of the Central Tower. Only those who find the treasure enter the location of the treasure into the computer. I will keep my promise and share half of the treasure to him and tell him how to escape from it."

Just as the model was playing the words he recorded tirelessly, a scream immediately rang out.

It was Mogi, the famous detective who was in his prime who dared to fight with the mafia. "Ah~~~~" He stood up in pain and grabbed his chin with his hands, slowly turned his gaze to the woman and the child sitting with him. After seeing the worry and a little scared on Xiaolan's face, he laughed: "Hey, just kidding."

Guntian, who was holding his heart to his throat, also breathed a sigh of relief: "What a bad uncle. However, I have to agree to the death race."

"Yes, I announced my withdrawal." Mogi agreed with Gunda's opinion: "I have no interest in this boring treasure hunting game."

Just as Mokiki was about to walk out of the door, Dakami suddenly locked his throat very uncomfortable and fell down without struggling for a few times. That sense of reality was the ultimate thriller of Mokiki, whether it was a low-growing */ or a falling posture.

"Hey, no one will be fooled the second time, uncle!" Mogi walked towards the place where Da Shang fell.

At the same time, Matsuda and Shirama also walked to the body of Dashang together, and Kogoro also stood up. There was only Qianji on this side. The famous detective did not get up, but looked at the detectives surrounding Dashang with a strange look.

Baima touched the artery of Da Shang's neck and could not sense his pulse at all. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time: "22:34:51, Da Shang Zhushan, confirmed his death."

Matsuda stood behind Kogoro and Mogi: "What a professional."

Kuanta walked around from the other side, squatted beside the big hill, slanted Matsuda before looking down and checking: "There is no blue-purple reaction on his lips, and there is a smell of almonds unique to potassium cyanate in his mouth."

"Can it be that someone has potassium cyanate in this uncle's black tea?" Mogi asked in a lack of confidence. Just kidding, he was sitting in that position just now, and only after the rock-scissors was Dagus sitting there. If the mysterious master was the target of killing him at the beginning, how could this matter end like this? We must find that guy.

"No, there is no redox reaction." Qianjian took a 10 yuan coin and dipped it in the black tea he had drunk on Dashang: "It seems that the reason is not black tea."

"Who knows." Matsuda looked at the corpse of Osaka: "Also, it should not be potassium cyanate but potassium cyanide. The minimum lethal dose of potassium cyanate is 20 grams, and there will be no chance of rescue."

"Okay, the dice has been thrown. In order to repay the detective, he sacrificed his life to interpret this wise competition for life-consuming performance, there is a gorgeous start. Everyone should try their best to find the treasure." The model was still reciting the lines step by step.

"Bastard, what a joke!" The angry Momogi stepped up and grabbed the model.

The model's head fell down and fell to the ground. Along with the head, there was a tape connected to the wire. After a sound came out, "You are still alive..."

It was a tape, not a broadcaster. Matsuda felt a sudden heart. If he could make up his mind earlier, he could save Dashen even if he didn't eat. As expected, following other people's footsteps was the stupidest.

Moreover, since it is a tape, then anyone present may be the mastermind behind it. Chiashi Suede, Izumi, Motegi... Uh, what's Motegi coming here? Motegi Natsuki? Every one of these three is possible.

Of course, the Maori father-daughter duo and Xiaodou Ding Conan, who is a passerby, is not the case, and that White Horse Detective, who has had an opponent with Hattori in the future, and of course, he will not fall for this time. But then again, is Yue Shui's natal before or after this incident?

Probably it was before, otherwise it would be unreasonable and I wouldn't have any impression. Matsuda started to get distracted again.

At this time, the detectives also reasoned out the current clues. The murderer's purpose was to be great at the beginning, and the murderer was likely to be among them.

They? Yes, they all, including Matsuda, will be suspected, and this is exactly what the murderer wants to do, sowing the seeds of distrust among the detectives.

When everyone walked out of the villa and saw their cars burning, they felt different.

The biggest reaction was gross profit, because his car was rented, which involved the issue of compensation. It was so heartbreaking for a person who couldn't even afford a car and had to rent it to spend money to pay for a car.

"My Ferrari is also reimbursed." Kuantian was very calm about this and said slowly as he watched his car burning.

This indifferent attitude hurt Matsuda very much. A prosecutor who had resigned for a few years was envious and jealous enough to drive a Ferrari. Now he is still so calm. He really treats Ferrari like dirt.

"My Alpha." Mogi, who was a woman who was craving a car, had a low voice, but was also calm: "The Porsche at Dashang is also finished."

"So Mercedes-Benz is yours?" Guntian said to Baima with his arms leaning on his arms.

"No, I asked the nanny to drive me here." Baima shook her head.

"That's strange. Officer Matsuda and I came by Mr. Maori's car. Whose Mercedes-Benz is?" Chiba aimed intentionally or unintentionally at the maid behind him.

"It's probably my master's car. The car was already parked there when I arrived early in the morning." said the maid.

"So, are there really anyone else here except us?" Xiaolan asked in fear.

However, Xiaolan's words obviously did not affect the famous detectives. They did not deny this possibility, but the murderer was more likely to be among them.

"From this perspective, the car behind me has also been burned." The maid said, putting her thumb to her mouth and began to bite her nails. She thought it would be a good job, but she didn't expect that the car would even break down.

"Didn't your car park here?" Conan's question was idiotic. A ranking of cars and the cheap cars rented by Kogoro were all here, how could the maid's car be there?

"Well, my master asked me to park my car at the back door." The maid couldn't understand the meaning of Conan's idiot's question.

But the detectives received Conan's signal and looked at her one by one.

"How to get to the nearest road to the back door!" Conan asked anxiously.

"Through the Chuo Garden..." The maid was squeezed aside before she finished speaking, and Kogoro and Motegi rushed out.

Conan Gunda and Shirama were followed closely behind, but Matsuda was leisurely walking with Chiba.

"Officer Matsuda is not in a hurry." Chiba was still in the mood to chat with him.

"Ah? No, I'm just thinking about the problem." Matsuda denied without hesitation: "Besides, if the car is there, it's no big deal to go there late, and it doesn't make sense whether the car is away or not."

"You're looking through it." Qianjian smiled.

"It's just a lazy logic, let's talk about it." Matsuda also smiled.

At this time, I heard Baima shouting there: "Turn left that door, and when you go out, you will be the back door!"

Is that right? It seems that the boy Baima has come a long time ago and has not been idle. He has basically figured out the layout of the villa. When Matsuda heard Baima say so casually, the first thing that came to his mind was that when they arrived, Baima came down from the second floor. This is indeed a good habit.

A cute yellow car parked at the back door, which made the detectives feel very happy.

But Guntian was the first to express his suspicion: "Don't you think there is something strange?"

"It must be that guy forgot to install explosives in the car." Kogoro Ma Daha replied.

"Then I'll go and see if the bridge has really been blown up." Qianjian said and walked towards the driver's seat.

As she started like this, everyone started to respond, and everyone wanted to follow her and get first-hand information.

"It's better to go three people, and leave three to wait here." Matsuda said after all the detectives expressed their desire to go and see, "And I have to go." After that, he took out a walkie-talkie and said, "I have external communication channels, you can choose two people to assist or monitor me."

"Of course, after you make a decision, I will also give me a few minutes. I will check every part of this baby car first to make sure that it will not turn into a fireball like your car just now." Matsuda made a back move, and then waited for the detectives to pull away, took off his shirt and got into the car.

Ten minutes later, Matsuda came out from under the car and an object appeared in his hand: "Did you decide who has gone? It's better to thank me before getting on the car."

"Seven minutes and twenty-four seconds, I am worthy of being the bomb disposal expert of the former mobile team." After Matsuda came over, Gunda looked down at his watch and said in praise.

"I've been too proud. Now my craft is much more unfamiliar." Matsuda threw the bomb on the ground without hesitation: "It's a rough technique, but it's a surprise. As long as someone adjusts the lights, the car will explode. It seems that the mysterious murderer left us with a way out. I hope it won't be the same as he said, a single-plank bridge that only one person can pass."

Matsuda's words made the people present feel cold, and Mogi was the first to react: "I've decided, it's my mother-in-law and I will accompany you."

"So, then get in the car." Matsuya sat straight into the driver's seat.

"Yamabe, Yamabe, did you hear it?" The only noise from Zilazila was on the intercom, and Matsuda's throat was almost yelling.

"It seems that it's not possible. There are too many trees here. I'll go there to see if there will be less trees?" Matsuda said to Motegi and Chima.

They came to the only wooden bridge, which was broken and unpassable. What was even more helpless was that Yamabe Hao slapped his chest and 10,000 guaranteed intercoms could not communicate normally.
Chapter completed!