The Fake Elementary School Student adjusted his glasses, gripped the microphone, and took a deep breath.
The next instant, an indescribable singing voice rang through the private room, passed through the Listening Device, and drilled straight into Akai Shuichi and Jodie's ears.
In an instant, it was like fingernails scraping across a blackboard, like an electric current shrieking—every most unbearable sound in the world seemed to take form at that moment. The soul-piercing volume made Jodie's body jolt. Her eyes went blank, her mind emptied, and for a brief moment, she began to wonder why she had been born into this world.
That dazed state seemed to last a long time, until a trembling hand shot out like lightning and slammed the computer's mute button.
"..."
Only after a long while did Jodie slowly let out a breath and lean back against her chair.
"So that was why they couldn't bring themselves to say it." Her expression was complicated, as though she were facing the world's most unsolvable riddle. "Why? Why can people with the same vocal cords make sounds like this?"
Akai Shuichi silently rubbed his ears. "..."
Conan sang an entire song to his heart's content, then comfortably set down the microphone. Sure enough, quietly humming to myself at home was no fun at all. Singing belongs in a place like a KTV—only then does it have atmosphere, making you feel like you're standing on a stage and receiving applause from all around.
Just as he wished, applause did indeed break out. It was merely somewhat scattered, carrying an inexplicable hint of fragility and desolation.
Conan turned around in confusion, only to abruptly discover something bad. "Where did Hashimoto—cough, Uncle Hashimoto go?"
Jiang Xia withdrew his hearing from the Ghost Fetus and toyed with the large fresh