Tōko: Be Careful, or I'll Sue You for Defamation!

After the Horn Man finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

If this identity isn't revealed, wearing that mask and holding a megaphone might actually create a terrifying atmosphere and scare them.

But now his head has been chopped off by Fujino, and all that's left is a giant megaphone broadcasting...

To be honest, it has a bit of an abstract art aesthetic, and it's also a bit comical.

However, what surprised them the most was Fujino.

After all, being able to immediately recognize a dummy as soon as you enter the room and then immediately strike it with a Wooden Sword requires a level of judgment and perception far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Of course, no one thought that Fujino brought the prophet up and killed him because he was simply annoyed with the dummy.

Oogami Shuku Zen remained silent for a moment, then bit his thumb.

A perfectly good pre-dinner threat—the Last Supper—was completely ruined.

He was extremely angry.

If there weren't other people around, he would have loved to go straight back to his room and use the pistol he had prepared under his pillow to kill Fujino.

"There is definitely no signal."

Fujino took out his phone and glanced at it, then gave the phantom thief present a strange look and said with a sarcastic remark, "Did that old bastard Kaito Kid get his cell tower blown up?"

"If it's him... I think it's possible, after all, he tried to blow up the substation last time." Conan nodded heavily, agreeing with Fujino's guess.

"..." Kuroba Kaito speechless for a moment.

That fake kid is one thing, but Fujino, you old bastard, why are you also badmouthing me?

"The Last Supper... Is this guy planning to kill someone? Who on earth is behind this?"

Kuroba Kaito felt it wasn't appropriate to continue discussing this topic, so he changed the subject.

"Huh? The famous Sleeping Mori Kogoro came to the banquet without even knowing who invited him?"

With her Tsukida Ikumi turned to Mori Kogoro, her tone somewhat surprised. "The invitation should have clearly stated it, right? The Forsaken Phantom's Child of God."

"Ah?"

Kuroba Kaito naturally knew that the name on the invitation was his own.

But who he was referring to was the mastermind behind everything.

The double entendre suggests that the person was misunderstood as not having figured out the code on the invitation.

Immediately afterwards, the detectives present all looked serious and used a very tricky method to translate the signature on the notice letter as KID, which is Kaito Kid.

Kuroba Kaito didn't quite understand how these detectives could think so in sync with his own thought process, but upon closer reflection, he felt somewhat dissatisfied.

These Great Detective are so good at guessing codes, how come they couldn't see that he was the scapegoat?

Fujino understands him!

At least after guessing the code, he made a phone call to himself.

On second thought, Kuroba Kaito felt confident again.

So many detectives came because of his name.

Just as Fujino said, I feel a little proud for some reason.

"Um?"

Conan suddenly frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

Just now, he suddenly smelled the scent of Kaito Kid...

Although the aura was very faint, it was definitely true!

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked around at the people, his eyes becoming sharp, as if he were at odds with the world.

You've fallen into a detective's den today, I refuse to believe I can't catch you.

However, as Conan focused his attention on Fujino, a thought began to stir within him.

I've felt this way before, but it's especially strong today.

Could it be the detective's intuition that Fujino mentioned?

Hmm, I guess I am a talented detective after all.

Conan was secretly sighing to himself.

Fujino: "?"

He naturally noticed Conan's gaze.

I just don't quite understand what this kid is trying to do.

For some reason, I felt like that look in his eyes was saying, "I'm super awesome, praise me."

"It seems that Kaito Kid wants to hold a competition here."

At this moment, Oogami Shuku Zen suddenly spoke up. Although the plan had been swerved off course by Fujino, it was not yet beyond redemption. So he guided the conversation, saying, "In my opinion, he definitely wants to use the priceless treasures he has stolen all his life to make a life-or-death gamble with us detectives!"

Kuroba Kaito: "???"

The priceless treasures he stole throughout his life?

Most of the things that the Dou generation of thieves stole were returned to their rightful owners, okay?

Sometimes I even get lectured by Fujino... When did he steal such a priceless treasure?

How come I don't know if I'm so awesome?

Be careful, or I might sue you for defamation!

"Beat recorders, megaphones, and many hidden cameras have been installed in this villa."

Tsukida Ikumi appeared extremely calm, glancing around with a hint of mockery. "If you ask me, that guy is definitely watching us from somewhere in this mansion, isn't he?"

"Knock knock knock!"

A knock on the door broke the heavy atmosphere in the restaurant.

Tsukida Ikumi turned to look at the maid pushing a food cart into the dining room, and chuckled softly, "Looks like the so-called Last Supper is about to begin."

The maid diligently placed the plates on the designated seats and announced, "Tonight's appetizer is foie gras pie with diced Matsutake Mushrooms. Please enjoy."

Chizen Kōdai glanced at the foie gras tarts on the table. "Miss Maid, judging from your plating, the order in which the dishes are served must have been planned by your master, right?"

"Yes, he asked me to start with Mr. Hakuba and arrange them clockwise..." Ishihara Aki replied.

"This is a scary game."

Chizen Kōdai remained unfazed. "It's only just begun, yet we're already talking about having a last supper or something."

"Haha, don't worry too much."

Oogami Shuku Zen to the side, chuckled awkwardly, "I made all the dishes here. If you're worried about poisoning, there's no need to worry. I'll definitely be the first person to eat the food. If it were poisoned, I would have been poisoned to death long ago."

I don't think so.

Hakuba Saguru glanced at the tableware set on the table. "Whether it's forks, plates, coffee cups, or wine glasses, everything was prepared in advance."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and picked up the business card on the table. "Although it's unlikely that Kaito Kid would kill someone, he might play some cheesy jokes to test us."

After setting down the name tag, he suggested, "I think we should wipe the tableware with a handkerchief first; that would be more appropriate."

"Yeah, I also think it's better to wipe it off."

Fujino nodded in agreement, offering a sarcastic remark of righteous indignation. "Kaito Kid is always unethical, even when he's peeping... who knows what kind of unknown stuff he might smear on the tableware to play a prank on us."

The detectives around them all nodded in agreement, agreeing that what Fujino and Hakuba said made sense.

Kuroba Kaito: "..."

Kaito Kid is always unethical.

You little brat...

You've even made up a rhyme, huh?!

Damn it, Hakuba Saguru, it's one thing that you don't trust me, but Fujino, why are you stepping on my foot too?

Fujino also noticed Touko's pitiful look, which was filled with a hint of resentment and grievance.

Even though we're accomplices, you're still Mouri-niisan now...

Just bear with it, little brother.

However, Fujino didn't intend to betray Toko completely. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "As detectives, it's never right to judge based on preconceived notions. We should approach cases with a skeptical attitude. As things stand, we all believe that Kaito Kid invited us, but what if he did?"

"You mean someone is impersonating him?"

Tsukida Ikumi frowned slightly, realizing that this little guy was no ordinary person. She looked at Fujino with a serious expression. "If that's the case, the person who invited us here would say something like 'The Last Supper.' If they poisoned the tableware, then we would probably all die."

'I see!'

Kuroba Kaito was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, but immediately understood!

So he was actually helping me...

Indeed, even he himself didn't know who was impersonating him. Now that everyone believed he was the master, they would definitely lower their guard.

If someone really put poison on the tableware, the whole group would probably be doomed.

"That's right."

Mōgi Harushi nodded in agreement with everyone's opinion, and then suggested, "How about this, we simply switch places by playing rock-paper-scissors. To be honest, I don't want to be fooled by a bastard who won't even reveal his face."

"Hello..."

Kuroba Kaito looked at the other person. "What if you're unlucky and happen to get poisoned?"

To be honest, he also had some doubts.

After all, he wasn't the mastermind behind this, and he didn't want anyone to die because of poisoning.

"Then I'll just have to accept my fate."

Mōgi Harushi said nonchalantly, "If you're unlucky, you can only complain in your coffin."

Luck?

Fujino glanced at Mōgi Harushi.

When it comes to luck, Ran, Conan, Uncle Mori, and even Hakuba Saguru and Touko are basically invincible.

Let alone being poisoned, even if all three of you extras National Championship, none of them would be affected.

After all, he was the chosen one of the Aoyama Gosho.