A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

On a quiet street in Shibuya, a white Audi was parked on the side of the road. Sherry stood in front of the car with a wrench in her hand, and judging from her expression, the car seemed to have encountered a significant problem.

"It's okay, you guys go ahead. I should be able to handle it myself." Although Shirley said this, her expression didn't reflect it; her brows were slightly furrowed, clearly troubled by the car problem.

Ran looked around. The road was sparsely populated, and she couldn't bear to leave Shiho and the car there alone. So she apologized to Sonoko and Conan, saying, "I'm also worried about Shiho being here alone. Why don't you two go ahead? Maybe when you come back, the car will be fixed."

Sonoko didn't really want to help carry any gifts, but now that the car is broken, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to say she wasn't going.

This is where Conan's importance comes into play. He really doesn't want Ran and the others to go there; this car is just troubling him!

“I’ll go by myself, it doesn’t seem that far,” Conan said. “You guys wait for me here.” Without waiting for their reply, he turned and ran off.

Sherry glanced at Conan's retreating figure out of the corner of her eye, and a slight smile played on her lips.

Conan finally arrived at his destination based on the address given by Christina. It was a building that looked completely uninhabited, dusty and devoid of any sign of life.

"Who would leave a gift in a place like this? What is this Pramia trying to do?" Conan looked up at the abandoned building in front of him. He first sent the address to 'Matsuda Jinpei' on his phone, then turned on the flashlight on his watch, opened the iron gate, and walked into the building.

The iron gate creaked loudly, and a cloud of dust rushed into the hallway.

The flashlight beam shone into the first-floor hallway of the building. The walls were piled with clutter, and the hallway was very dark. The old windows didn't let in much light either.

"The address should be on the top floor, right?" Conan boldly walked inside, looking for the stairs. "It should be from here."

His footsteps echoed through the stairwell. After reaching the second floor, Conan intended to continue upwards, but suddenly heard some strange noises from the second floor.

"What...is that sound?" Conan withdrew his foot from the steps, hesitated for a moment, and then the strange noise started again. This time Conan heard it clearly; it sounded like someone was knocking on something.

Conan decided to investigate; the knocking sound seemed to be coming from the end of the second-floor corridor. The further Conan went, the clearer the sound became.

It was the sound of something hard hitting a metal pipe, extremely jarring, and sent a chill down one's spine in the empty hallway.

Conan involuntarily began to tense up. He took a step forward, unconsciously turning on the tranquilizer dart on his watch, aiming as he got closer.

Finally, he reached the end, where there was only one room, and the sound was coming from inside. Conan stood in front of the iron gate, a subtle sense of fear rising from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, the sounds inside ceased, replaced by an even more suffocating silence. Conan sensed something was wrong and immediately took a few steps back. The next second, the door opened from the inside!

A figure, entirely black and wearing a bird-beak mask, appeared at the doorway. The beak was extremely sharp, and above it were two lifeless, black eyes.

The masked man stood there like a ghost, holding an iron baseball bat in his hand. The hitting sound Conan just heard was very likely from this baseball bat.

Conan was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his tranquilizer watch, but the other party seemed to be prepared and swung his iron baseball bat to block the tranquilizer dart.

At the same time, it swung towards Conan. Conan was shocked and immediately ducked and rolled on the ground, narrowly dodging the weapon that was sweeping towards him.

Conan scrambled to his feet, turned, and fled. The very next moment after he got up, a cold metal pipe grazed him and slammed into the ground, almost sending sparks flying.

Sparse sunlight filtered through the broken window frames, casting dappled shadows on the dusty floor. Immediately, hurried, chaotic footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Conan heard the sound of pursuit behind him, and the sound of an iron rod scraping the ground pierced Conan's heart.

[Winery Livestream]

"Welcome to Battle Royale."

"First-person perspective, immersive chase."

"This is so immersive, my friend."

"I understand. We'll chase Conan until he's exhausted, then force him into the room on the top floor where there's a bomb."

"I was so scared that I hid in the toilet and didn't dare to say a word."

Conan ran as fast as he could, naturally wanting to leave the abandoned building as soon as possible. But the masked man behind him certainly wouldn't give him that chance.

"Whoosh—" Conan felt a strong gust of wind coming towards him from behind. He instinctively dodged, and the iron rod slammed heavily onto the abandoned wooden cabinet next to him. The cabinet fell down and blocked the stairs leading down.

Unable to go down, Conan was forced to escape upwards.

Conan nimbly navigated the narrow passageways of the abandoned building. Behind him, the footsteps of the person wearing a bird-beak mask were heavy and urgent, like the urgent beat of a death knell striking the empty building.

The iron rod was picked up again, and the masked man followed closely behind Conan, sometimes slowly chasing him, sometimes closing in on him, and then with a "bang!" he slammed the iron rod against the concrete wall, sending up a cloud of debris.

Conan ducked down abruptly, crawling under a pile of abandoned wooden crates, the scorching air brushing against his scalp. He could smell the metallic scent emanating from the other person, mixed with the smell of dust.

The stairs seemed endless, and Conan was running until he was exhausted, but the masked man was still chasing after him. Conan gritted his teeth and ran desperately, nearly tripping several times.

Finally, Conan ran to the top floor of the building. Looking around, he saw that only the room at the end had an iron door; the other rooms were wide open and bright.

Hearing the footsteps and the sound of iron bars hitting behind him, Conan ran towards the iron gate without hesitation. The gate was a bit rusty, and he used all his strength to open it before turning around and slamming it shut.

The moment the iron gate closed, Conan sat on the ground, almost completely exhausted, his ear pressed against the door, listening to the sounds outside.

Soon, the ear-piercing sound of the iron rod rang out, then suddenly disappeared, leaving Conan's heart pounding.

He turned to look at the room, and apart from something covered by a cloth against the wall, there was nothing to block the doorway.

"Bang—" A violent crash came from outside, and the whole door shook. He looked around and ripped open the cloth against the wall.

"This is—a bomb device?" Conan immediately realized that the strange object in front of him was likely a specially made bomb device.

With a crash, an iron fence fell down, blocking the iron gate. Outside the gate stood masked people; inside, a bomb was on a countdown.

The banging on the door continued for a while before stopping, as if the people outside knew Conan was already trapped.

He had absolutely no idea how to defuse this bomb; it was a type he had never seen before.

"Is this... the Pramia's trap?" Conan stared at the explosive device in front of him, the bright red countdown showing only five minutes remaining.

Conan, maintaining his last shred of sanity, took a picture and sent it out, but there seemed to be no signal in the building, meaning Conan couldn't even call for help.

In the final five minutes, Conan sat on the ground, his clothes soaked with sweat. He forced himself to calm down; defusing the bomb was out of the question. There was nowhere to get out, and he was utterly exhausted.

The only thing to do now is to analyze the situation. First, is this a trap set by Pramiere? Second, who is the masked person? Third, who is this trap aimed at?

Conan believes that from the moment he stepped into this building, he fell into a meticulously planned hunting game.

The masked man prevented him from leaving the building and forced him to the top floor, clearly knowing what was there. So, was the person who called Christina the masked man, or was it all a staged event by Christina herself, with the masked man merely an accomplice?

The explosion occurred as expected. On the Honda not far from the building, Jiang Jin removed his bird-beak mask and looked at the exploded building with a grim expression until he heard the system notification of hope.

[Due to the massive damage dealt, the target's health has been reduced by 2, leaving them with 69.5/99 health.]