“Conan!”
Seeing him faint, Ran Mouri hurried to his side and touched his forehead.
So hot~
Kaito Kuroba didn’t want Conan to interrupt everyone’s good time, so he took out a box of medicine:
"This is a special medicine for treating colds. Take some."
Sonoko Suzuki looked skeptical, her face stern:
"Hey, you wouldn’t be giving him some kind of weird drug, would you?"
Handsome guys get called by their names, while fatties don’t even deserve a name, so realistic!
"Sonoko, how can you say that about Mr. Doi?"
Kaito Kuroba scratched the back of his head and chuckled good-naturedly:
"It’s okay, I don’t really look like a doctor, but I’m a real medical student, you know."
The house owner, Arai, seeing Conan faint, quickly suggested:
"There are rooms upstairs. Let’s let the child rest."
Ran Mouri nodded in agreement and carried Conan upstairs.
After finding some warm water and having him take Mr. Doi Taketsugu’s ‘miracle medicine’.
She observed for a while, seeing that Conan had no unusual reactions, she went downstairs.
Until then, the Great Escape King still hadn’t arrived.
Arai tried calling him again, but still got no answer.
"Well, this is a headache. If Nishyama doesn’t come, there’s no one to host the entertainment program."
"In that case, let’s find a temporary host."
"I have no objection, but how do we choose?"
Kaito Kuroba, disguised as Doi Taketsugu, raised his right hand, eager to participate:
"Let’s play rock-paper-scissors, that’s the fairest way."
As a top magician, Kid the Phantom Thief’s keen eyesight and incredible hand speed were standard equipment.
He could easily see the other’s ‘rock-paper-scissors’ and change his gesture, ensuring his victory.
Mr. Hamano stood in the center of the crowd and suggested:
"Everyone wait a minute. If we decide randomly, it won’t be much fun. Since we’re all magic enthusiasts, why not use a magic trick to decide?"
"Huh? How would magic decide?"
Mr. Hamano, as if prepared for this, took out a white handkerchief.
He then walked up to Sonoko Suzuki and blindfolded her eyes:
"Alright, now let’s find a pen and paper and write down everyone’s names."
Ms. Tanaka found a ballpoint pen and sticky notes from beside the telephone.
After writing down everyone’s names and handing them to Sonoko Suzuki, Mr. Hamano asked everyone to disperse:
"Next, please draw symbols on the sticky notes. Circles, crosses, and triangles, each representing different meanings."
"Okay, I’ve finished!"
When Sonoko Suzuki finished writing, Hamano placed the card on the table and said he would predict the contents.
Byakuya yawned, finding this low-level magic trick quite uninteresting.
His cousin was blindfolded, making cheating impossible.
He asked everyone to step back after they finished drawing, in order to conceal the magic trick.
This way, he could confirm that Hamano, who made the suggestion, and Tanaka, who wrote the names, were in cahoots.
In fact, it was exactly as Byakuya suspected.
Ms. Kuroda was responsible for acting as the temporary host, Ms. Tanaka was responsible for boiling water, all of which Hamano guessed correctly.
"Amazing!"
Sonoko and Ran hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary, finding it all very magical.
"Next, we’ll guess who’s responsible for the entertainment program. Hmm… Doi Taketsugu, it’s you!"
"No way, this is going to be tough."
Byakuya had been squinting his eyes slightly, but suddenly widened his pupils as if realizing something.
Enhanced by the details of the Judging Eye, he saw something astonishing.
Doi Taketsugu’s hand went in and out, replacing the sticky note in the blink of an eye.
What a fast car, no, what fast hands!
It must take at least twenty years to train those 麒麟臂, so unscientific!
【Discovering a magical technique beyond scientific bounds.】
【This ability has been added to the Points Mall.】
【Ability Name: Magic Fast Hands.】
【Ability Type: Passive Activation.】
【Ability Description: Greatly increases hand speed, significantly reduces the time before actions can be performed.】
【Note: South N.D., North Fast Hands, Middle Micro.B.】
【Redemption Points: 200.】
The note was too descriptive, so funny.
Someone with this kind of hand speed couldn’t be an ordinary magic enthusiast.
Arai opened the sticky note with the symbol, and it wasn’t Doi Taketsugu, but Hamano.
"Mr. Hamano, the person in charge of the entertainment program should be you."
Hamano was somewhat incredulous and reached out to take the sticky note.
Seeing his own name on it, he could only laugh wryly and accept defeat:
"Oh well, this is a headache."
He went upstairs to prepare for the entertainment program, while the others weren’t idle either.
Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki went to take care of Conan, Ms. Tanaka went out to boil water.
Arai said he would go to the wine cellar to get a bottle of red wine, leaving Ms. Kuroda to be the temporary host.
Byakuya was at leisure and helped Doi Taketsugu set up tables, chairs, and bowls and chopsticks.
He secretly observed the other’s every move while working.
This skilled magician might bring him more surprises.
Seemingly sensing Byakuya’s gaze, Doi Taketsugu asked somewhat embarrassedly:
"Ah, Mr. Suzuki, what are you staring at me for?"
Byakuya didn’t look away, but grinned, implying something:
"Haha, maybe it’s because you’re so special."
Kaito Kuroba scratched the back of his head and chuckled good-naturedly:
"Mr. Suzuki, you’re joking. What could be so special about me?"
"Nothing? For example, your deliberately hidden identity?"
Suzuki Byakuya meant that Doi Taketsugu was clearly a magic expert, yet he liked to play dumb in the hobbyist league.
But Kaito Kuroba interpreted it differently.
He was very confident in his inherited disguise techniques, coupled with voice-changing techniques, he was invincible.
Kaito Kuroba had used these tricks countless times to deceive Japanese police and various demons and monsters.
Only by forcibly tearing off the skin mask could it be removed, it was impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.
He never thought anyone could see through his disguise just by looking.
This man named Suzuki Byakuya was no ordinary man!
Since his identity was exposed, there was no need to hide anymore.
Kaito Kuroba cleared his throat and frankly admitted:
"That’s right, I’m hiding my identity here for a reason."
Byakuya finished setting up the plates and asked with a smile:
"Is it convenient to say? If it’s not, then never mind."
In Kaito Kuroba’s opinion, Mr. Suzuki had not exposed him in front of everyone.
This act had already shown his reluctance to publicize the matter.
Following the principle of keeping a low profile, he revealed the purpose of his visit:
"I have a magician friend who has passed away. But recently, I’ve been seeing his account being used frequently in the chat room. I was curious, so I disguised myself and came to investigate."
"I see. It’s probably the magician’s family or apprentice who is logging in."
Even if the world he had crossed over to was incredibly fantastical, it still should follow basic laws.
The idea of a dead person climbing out of the coffin to go online and socialize seemed impossible.
"Maybe." Kaito Kuroba finished setting up the plates and laughed, "Anyway, there’s still plenty of time. Let’s take our time."
Byakuya was about to respond, but the colorful world around him instantly turned black and white.
The sudden change made him quickly realize what had happened.
I’m done for!
Did someone else die?