The familiar scene made the two high school girls more nervous than ever.
Conan came back to his senses and reassured them, "There aren't that many accidents. The accident rate for Escape Magic is actually far lower than most people imagine. Just watch without worrying."
After a pause, remembering the terrible luck of the classmates around him, he hesitated before adding, "Even if something does happen... when Magicians perform Escape Magic, they usually arrange a distress signal with their assistants beforehand. The Magician who died last time had a mole beside him, and that mole locked him in the water tank. This time, though, the stage is much wider than before. No one can drop down from above to hurt him, and there are two assistants guarding the stage. They're watching each other, so they shouldn't have a chance to commit a crime."
Listening to that long string of words, Suzuki Sonoko could not help touching her chin. "..." This kid sure had a lot in his head. Were Elementary School Students these days already competing this fiercely?
As they chatted, time ticked by second by second.
And all of it was displayed onstage—the escape water tank containing the Magician was hidden behind a Curtain, while a clock half the height of a person stood before the heavy Curtain, its hour and minute hands moving clearly.
In the blink of an eye, the minute hand was about to move from zero to five.
"It's already been more than four minutes." The two high school girls gradually developed a bad feeling. Suzuki Sonoko turned to whisper to Mouri Ran, "Is this really okay?"
"P-probably." Mouri Ran was not entirely sure either. "Four minutes is a long time, but trained people can hold their breath without much difficulty... I hope he's all