Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

We returned to the chapel.

Yuya glanced at everyone and said, "Based on the current situation, I have a reasonable suspicion that the murderer who called everyone here and killed Mr. Wada may be seeking revenge for Mr. Nichihara, who committed suicide here two months ago."

All four of them wore uneasy expressions.

Fujita Yorito seemed to be frightened and muttered to himself, "Just as I thought, it was Wada who was killed."

"You rascal! Don't make wild guesses!" Gu Puyu Hui quickly stopped him.

Yosuke Kawasaki also warned him not to say anything out of turn.

Fujita Yorito suddenly woke up and apologized quietly.

Yuu narrowed his eyes—just as he had thought? As expected, there was more to the story behind Yasuo Nihara's suicide.

Kawasaki Yosuke noticed Yuya's scrutinizing gaze and quickly changed the subject: "Um, do you know who the murderer is?"

Yuya shook his head: "Not yet. It's not certain whether the murderer is among you or hiding in some corner of this church..." But it's most likely one of you.

"But one thing I can guess is that the killer's revenge will not end here."

Yosuke Kawasaki exclaimed, "You mean we'll be the next target?"

Yu nodded slowly.

The four of them had no connection with Yasuyoshi Nihara, and unless the murderer was a serial killer, he wouldn't have attacked them.

Yu didn't understand why he specifically asked four people to come over.

Is it just to make up the number of participants?

Nine people is indeed a delicate number, perfectly covering all the rooms in the church. And when Nishino Sumire drew lots, she also folded the paper into nine separate pieces, one for each person…

Gu Puyu Hui cried out in alarm, "In that case, won't I be unable to go to the toilet alone?"

Yu glanced at her. At a time like this, she was still thinking about going to the toilet... Under normal circumstances, she would most likely be the next one to die.

He thought for a moment and then said, "Given the current situation, I propose that everyone gather in the chapel tonight. There is a fire there to keep warm, and it will also prevent us from being alone and giving the murderer an opportunity."

"In addition, if you need to leave, please do so in groups of at least two."

Fujita Yorito was the first to agree.

Gu Puyu Hui was somewhat embarrassed: "But I'm the only woman here, how am I supposed to form a team?"

Yosuke Kawasaki said, "I think you two should form a team. You two used to date."

Sumire Nishino also raised a question: "There's a problem. What if your teammate happens to be the murderer? Wouldn't that be like throwing a lamb to the slaughter?"

Everyone looked at Yuya; this was indeed a problem.

Yu said calmly, "Don't worry, the murderer specifically hired a detective and used such a complicated method to separate everyone and set up traps to kill them, which shows that he has no intention of revealing his identity."

"If he were to kill his own teammate, wouldn't that be suicide?"

"As long as we get through tonight, we'll be safe when the police arrive tomorrow."

Yuya's words were very convincing.

Fujita Yorito said to Kobu Yuhui, "Then let's form a team, okay?"

Gu Puyu Hui nodded hesitantly. Compared to others, her former lover was more trustworthy, at least she knew him well.

Yosuke Kawasaki then teamed up with Sumiya Nishino.

“Then we…” Yuya looked at his three companions.

Amuro Tooru said, "Then I'll team up with Conan."

Conan wanted to be with Yuya, but since Yuya had taken the initiative, he couldn't refuse, so he looked at Yuya with a questioning gaze.

Yuya calmly nodded: "No problem, then I'll team up with Mr. Wakita."

"Oh!" Kenshinori Wakita responded excitedly, "It's my honor to be paired with a famous detective!"

Yu smiled and said, "I'm going to the restroom first, I'll be right back, please don't act on your own."

After saying that, he winked at Kenjiro Wakita, who understood and quickly followed.

Amuro Tooru and Conan exchanged a glance and tacitly walked to the bench in the corner and sat down.

"Mr. Amuro, do you know who the culprit is?" Conan asked in a low voice.

Amuro Tooru shook his head: "Not yet," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Who goes to which place is decided entirely by lottery. As it stands, Mr. Wada's murder is probably a coincidence."

"Besides crossbows, the murderer may have set other traps to lure them to the church, perhaps intending to kill them all. Anyone could set such traps in advance."

Conan nodded slightly; it was roughly the same as his assessment.

However, he raised another question: "Mr. Wada is tall, and the crossbow bolt hit him right here," he pointed to his forehead, "but if it were the short Sister Yuhui, wouldn't she have escaped unharmed?"

Judging from the angle at which the crossbow bolt entered and the way the man fell, Wada Kohei must have been hit by the crossbow bolt as soon as he opened the cubicle door.

Amuro Tooru pondered for a moment and said, "What you said makes sense, but I don't see anything wrong with the lottery."

How did the murderer so precisely arrange who went to which room?

"Also, I have a question for you..." Conan said slowly, his expression becoming serious.

"Rum...you know this person, right?"

Amuro Tooru slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Conan.

The location was somewhat dark, and Amuro Tooru couldn't see the expression on his face, only the faint firelight reflected from his glasses.

"Where...did you get this information?" Amuro Tooru's tone revealed disbelief, but he quickly realized, "Was it Yuya-kun? I didn't expect him to tell you something like this. Who exactly are you? You don't seem to be an ordinary little boy."

Conan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Have you seen him before?"

Amuro Tooru remained silent, looking at Conan's gleaming glasses, trying to see into Conan's eyes through the glass, but he failed.

After a few breaths, he smiled faintly: "How should I answer this question?"

Conan was stunned.

Amuro Tooru's lips curled slightly: "If I told you I'd seen that person, you'd definitely start investigating the people who usually hang around me, right?"

"If I tell you no, you'll be extra wary of anyone who gets close to us, right?"

Conan didn't hesitate and answered directly, "That's right."

Amuro Toru shrugged: "Whether I tell you or not, it won't do me any good, but..."

He suddenly leaned close to Conan and whispered, "I can tell you something: that person is an impatient person."

Conan was stunned—Rum is an impatient person? What does that mean?

He wanted to ask something more, but Amuro Tooru had already closed his eyes and was resting, clearly not intending to continue answering.