Knock, click, click...

Knock, click, click...

In the dead space, the slow and intermittent sound of metal sliding was faintly heard.

The sound is getting louder.

Let Conan's gradually blurred consciousness have a moment of clarity.

What happened?

where am I?

Uh... By the way, I was locked in the mortuary box by that man...

Eyelids and limbs are as heavy as lead.

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