Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

[Postman: Is your alter ego ready?]

[First Mate: We are ready.]

[Bartender: Okay, once the game starts, I'll put the four avatars in, and the supervisors will be the other five.]

[Fool's Gold: No problem.]

Jack slowly squatted down and extended his hand to Conan, making an inviting gesture: "So, little detective, it's time for us to enter the 'game' together."

Conan looked at the claw blade on Jack's left hand and said, "I don't think that's some card game. What on earth do you want to do?"

"Come into the game and you'll find out." A dark red mist surged behind Jack, and playing cards flew between the two of them. In the blink of an eye, Conan found himself teleported to an unfamiliar place. Jack was standing by with his hands behind his back.

"Where is this?" Conan looked around and it seemed to be an abandoned factory.

"As you can see, it's an abandoned munitions factory." Jack leaned over to Conan and whispered in his ear. "Don't worry, since you're so eager to save me while you're in the Cocoon, I'll give you a little treat."

Conan just felt a chill.

Then Jack casually handed a playing card to Conan. Conan took a look and saw that it was a red 3.

"You must have heard of the poker game of 21. In the manor, this game is called 'Black Jack'."

"This game is specifically designed to punish greedy gamblers. I'm the person in charge here."

Jack looked in a very cheerful mood.

"Occasionally my colleagues come here to let off some steam. Look, it's over there."

Conan saw the huge lizard man suddenly leap into the air and then pounce on a fleeing man on the ground.

"Ah!" The man screamed and fell to the ground. The evil lizard did not continue to pursue him and turned away.

Conan was shocked and immediately prepared to go forward to help, but was stopped by Jack.

"Oh, wait, dear little sir, where are you going?"

"That man is injured, I have to go help him! Jack, don't stop me!"

"Wait a little longer, something interesting is about to happen."

On the other side, another scream was heard. When Conan could no longer bear it and wanted to rush out to help, the man on the ground propped himself up and ran madly into the distance without stopping for a moment.

"Well, that's what desperadoes are like." Jack shrugged.

A bell rang, and Jack seemed to realize something and took out another playing card and handed it to Conan. Conan looked down and saw that it was a black 5.

"What does it mean?"

"This means the first round is over and the second round begins. You have to draw a new card at the beginning of each round."

Conan finally understood. With each round of drawing a card, the total would get closer and closer to 21. But there would be a point where the total would exceed 21. What should he do then? Should he be eliminated immediately, or...

As if sensing Conan's confusion, Jack slowly explained, "If their score exceeds 21 when the bell rings, they'll be eliminated. This continues until only two players remain, ready for the final showdown. By the way, each round consists of five players."

"Eliminated? What happens to those who are eliminated?"

"They will be executed or used as experimental subjects. After they participate in this game, their lives are no longer in their own hands." Jack raised his eyebrows.

"What? How could you do this?"

"You're just a bunch of gamblers, all coming here for various ugly desires. Do you really think there are any 'good people' in this game besides you?"

"Even so, they still deserve legal sanctions!"

"Oh? So you've forgotten Ms. Cogan's lesson? Some people have no remorse at all~"

Recalling the game in "Cocoon", Conan was speechless.

"Then, as long as there's only one person left on the field, we'll win?"

"Not quite."

Another bell rang, and Jack pressed a black 6 into Conan's hand.

"If one of the two remaining players has more than 21 points at the end of the game, he will be eliminated. However, if the other player's score is not 21, such as 19, he will be considered the winner of the game."

"But he has to move on to the next game until he wins blackjack."

"So if you don't win by blackjack, it's not a true victory?"

"That's right."

"You!" Conan could hardly contain his anger. With such harsh conditions for victory, how many people could really escape from here?

But considering that even with the anesthetic needle and the power sneakers, he still couldn't be Jack's opponent, Conan could only stare at Jack with anger. But Jack just smiled and said nothing.

Suddenly, a pickaxe flew through the air, and then a silver figure appeared in front of the two of them as if teleporting.

"Oh? It's 'Fool's Gold', are you done with it?"

"It's the same people every time. It's boring." Fool's Gold played with his pickaxe and looked down at Conan.

"You give him some special treatment?"

"Specially invited guests always deserve some special treatment." Jack crossed his arms.

"It's up to you, but you shouldn't have controlled the number of points dealt, right? There were two of them fighting among themselves." Fool's Gold's laughter was accompanied by the clinking sound of ore colliding with each other.

"Oh, and how did it turn out?"

"The outcome will be clear after this round. I'm leaving." Fool Gold threw his pickaxe again and pulled away.

"Who is that?" Conan couldn't help but ask.

"Codenamed 'Fool's Gold', his love of money and his obsession with alchemy led him to resemble the ore."

Conan silently took notes in his mind: human experiments, potion preparation, and now there is also alchemy. The people in Oletus Manor are really versatile.

The bell rang, and it was a new round. Jack handed Conan a red 7.

等等，柯南默默计算了一下自己手牌的点数：3+5+6+7=21。我达到21点了？柯南心中一惊。

Recalling what Fool's Gold had just said, Conan's eyes flashed: "You really are cheating, just to make me reach 21 points?"

Jack spread his hands and said, "You're just lucky."

"But reaching 21 means others are going to come after you."

Sure enough, two figures came running from a distance, one had a bloody head, and the other had half of his arm missing, and the broken arm was bleeding uncontrollably.

"Oh, it must have been done by the Night's Watch. These scars look like they've been through a hunt. But there are only two of them. It seems the other two were eliminated." Jack looked at the two men with interest.

Conan looked in shock at the two people who were obviously seriously injured.

"Why are they all so injured and still..."

Before Conan could finish his words, the roars of the two people running towards him dispelled his doubts.

"No one can get to 21 before me!"

"My wish, my wish hasn't come true yet. Even if I can't win, I will drag you down with me!"

Jack's voice rang in Conan's ears: "See, none of them are worthy of being saved by a righteous detective like you."