"The code has been solved?"
The declaration struck like lightning.
A room full of seasoned detectives fell into stunned silence.
Each one—Hakuba, Mogi, Senma, even Conan—had been racking their brains. And suddenly this man—Hayashi Yoshiki—announced the puzzle was already over!?
"Is that true...?"Soda Ikumi looked bewildered, her sharp gaze landing on Hayashi.
There was no arrogance or bluff in his calm expression.
"The answer lies in the clock in the restaurant. That's the core clue."
"The... clock?"
The room stirred.
"'The second traveler is in a hurry... looks up at the sky at night...'"Soone recited the riddle aloud again.
And then—click—the pieces began to fall into place.
"The hurry— that ans ti!_"Hakuba Saguru's eyes lit up.
"The second traveler—refers to the hour and minute hands!"Gunda nodded excitedly.
"Looking up at the sky at night... it implies aligning the clock's hands at midnight—0:00."Amuro Tōru glanced toward Hayashi."Correct, Boss?"
"Yes."
"And 'the devil descends from nowhere'—the Joker!"Harufumi Mogi chid in.
"Then the king, princess, and soldier... that's K, Q, and J—playing cards!"Conan, sharp-eyed and unusually mature for his appearance, pieced it together.
"The King of Diamonds flees with the treasure... the Queen of Hearts weeps into the Grail... and the Jack of Spades dies by the sword.""Follow the cardinal directions marked by those symbols around the annex—align the clock accordingly."
They all hurried back to the restaurant—minds racing.
The body of Shukuzen Ogami still lay untouched.
But for now, everyone was focused on the fireplace.
Conan, being the lightest, climbed up and began adjusting the ornate antique clock mounted above the hearth.
As he turned the hands counterclockwise to match the riddle's sequence, Hayashi narrowed his eyes.
Counterclockwise... turning back ti...
Could this mirror the Organization's belief? Their obsession with regression, with undoing death?
Just as the final hand clicked into place—
CRASH!
The clock fell from the wall and hit the ground.
A shimr glinted in the shattered brass housing.
"Wait... is that... gold?"_
"This clock is pure gold!"Kogorō Mōri knelt, straining to lift it.
"This is the treasure?"
"Judging from the weight... yes. Solid gold."
A wave of disappointnt swept over the room.
Yes, it was valuable—but compared to the legendary treasure of Karasuma Renya, this was... underwhelming.
Then Hayashi's gaze shifted toward soone who had been far too quiet:
"Ms. Furuyo... care to say sothing?"
All heads turned.
Furuyo Senma, standing near the rear, blinked in surprise.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Because you're the one who killed Shukuzen Ogami."
The dining room fell silent.
No shouts. No outrage. Only intense focus.
After all, this was a room full of detectives.
They imdiately began processing the possibility.
"But why accuse her?" soone asked.
Hayashi's voice remained calm.
"We all knew how Ogami died—cyanide absorbed through the fingers, exacerbated by his nail-biting habit. But... there was one person who repeatedly reminded us to avoid smoking, thus preventing anyone else from unconsciously touching sothing laced with poison."
"Ms. Furuyo Senma."
"Uncle Mōri, Mr. Mogi—you both refrained from smoking the entire ti."
"She was ensuring no one else would suffer the sa fate. Except—Ogami."
"And why would he be so careless? Simple. He was her accomplice."
"He didn't believe she'd harm him. He wiped his dish sloppily. And he died."
A long pause.
Then—finally—Furuyo Senma smiled sadly.
"The rumors are true... Your insight is terrifying."
With a sigh, she shed the tension of concealnt and began her confession.
"My father—Kyosuke Senma—was an archaeologist invited by Karasuma Renya forty years ago. He, along with others, searched for the treasure. One day, the letters stopped. We never heard from him again."
"Years later, I found a hidden ssage in his final letter. It spoke of how Karasuma planned to kill the scholars if they didn't find the treasure in ti. Whether they succeeded or not—they would die."
"This so-called treasure... took dozens of lives."
She looked at Ogami's body.
"I confided in him once, years ago. He beca obsessed. Bought the villa. Took out massive loans. When he found nothing, he decided to invite all of you... and kill you for solving it."
"But then he died—at my hands. Because I couldn't allow more deaths for sothing so aningless."
"A block of gold."
Then—
RUMBLE.
Cutlery clattered. Plates tumbled to the floor.
"What the—an earthquake!?"
"No... the annex is shaking!"
"Walls are cracking!"
"Get out!!"
"Boss!"Amuro rushed to Hayashi's side, grabbing a chair and hurling it through the window.
Hayashi, realizing his intent, did the sa.
Shards of glass exploded outward.
Quickly, he threw his jacket over the broken window fra.
"RAN!" he shouted.
"Got it!"
Without hesitation, Ran climbed over the table and leaped through the opening.
She landed safely on the wet stone below.
The others followed, one by one.
Outside, the truth finally erged.
It wasn't an earthquake...
It was the villa.
The walls were peeling.
The outer facade crumbled.
And beneath the ruined plaster, what was revealed stunned them all—
Gold.
The entire Sunset Manor had been built of pure gold.
Gasps rang out.
Even Hayashi, who had suspected, found the sight surreal.
"Now that's a reveal worth the price of my car."
"I still want my Alfa Roo back!"Mogi protested.
"I'll take a chunk of the wall as compensation."Gunda laughed.
Epilogue: Morning After Twilight
As they waited for the police to arrive, standing in the soft mist of dawn, the group began to talk freely.
"This is my card, Mr. Hayashi."Soda Ikumi handed him her business card."Your clarity and decisiveness today... I've never admired a detective more."
"You flatter . Maybe I just got lucky."
"No, this was strength."Mogi crossed his arms. "Reasoning isn't just deduction. It's wrestling with dead ends until inspiration strikes like a hamr."
"To have that clarity imdiately... it's no accident."Hakuba nodded.
"Then I suppose... I'll allow myself a little pride."Hayashi smiled.
They exchanged contact info—Amuro, Hakuba, Mogi, even Kaito Kuroba (still disguised as Mōri Kogorō) watching suspiciously from a distance.
Hakuba's trying to team up with him...? Should I just turn myself in...?
anwhile, Ran stood to the side, watching Hayashi quietly.
In that mont, she realized—
He wasn't just brilliant. He cared.About her.
"Yoshiki-nii, aren't you cold?"
"I'm fine."He smiled at her."You landed okay, right? No scrapes?"
"Thanks to you."
They exchanged a warm glance.
"Well... the car's gone. So is the luggage."
"Guess we'll ask the police for a lift."
And just as he said that—
Whup-whup-whup-whup...
Red and blue lights appeared in the sky.
The police helicopter had arrived.
The curtain closed on the night at Sunset Manor.
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