"Program is starting up."

"Scarlet Lady will be ready for launch in 30 seconds."

He looked around; the room was dimly lit, with red glowering lights being the only source of illumination in this underground room. The cables lining the floor and the walls looked like veins; this combined with the rooms high humidity and warm air flow made him feel like he was standing in the bowels of some gigantic beast.

Far from it, though; this room housed what was one of mankind's most advanced and deadliest weapons. This room was a gateway, a temple, a sacred place; it would be where the old world perished and the new world began.

Merlot took out a cigar and lit it. He had quit years ago, but this was an occasion that merited not a small amount of celebratory smoking.

He was an old man; by looking at him one would naturally think that his wrinkled face was the scarring left by many eventful and struggle-filled years, that he had a myriad of stories to tell those young people who were willing to take the time to sit down and listen to him talk. In truth, it was the opposite; his face had worn out through many wasted years and a life of empty waiting.

Merlot was born into a society very difficult from the prosperous liberal democracies, very different from the country that he was standing in now. He was born a citizen of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, AKA the U.S.S.R, AKA the Soviet Union. He was born into a time when the West and the communist countries were locked in a struggle for the future of humanity. The Cold War. Both the United States and the Soviet Union had enormous stockpiles of nuclear weapons, with which the total annihilation of the human race was possible. World War Three.

Merlot, long before he came to don that name, was, unlike the vast majority of people on both sides of the Iron Curtain, captivated rather than terrified by the prospect of another world war. He missed out on the first two; he had no memory of the great and terrible German invasion of his homeland, or of when valiant soldiers of the Red Army raised the hammer and sickle over Berlin. He felt cheated, and justifiably so; had he been born 20 years earlier, he could've fought in the Great Patriotic War.

However, in those times it seemed like any day the two superpowers might finally decide to duke it out in a battle for the ages. And when that happened, he wanted to be there. So in 1962 he joined the Soviet Navy, and he was deployed to the Pacific Fleet.

The Pacific Fleet...where nothing happened. Not a single battle in the entirety of the Cold War. He grew older; one day he looked in the mirror and found that instead of a young sailor he was now a middle-aged sailor.

Finally, in late December of 1991, he received word that the Soviet Union had formally dissolved. In its place was left a myriad of independent states with vastly different interests. The Cold War was over. The spectre of nuclear war which had for decades loomed over the entire world began to fade away at long last.

In 1998, when the new millennium was drawing near, he formally resigned from his position as captain of a Russian warship operating in the Pacific, which had been his only reward for his many years of waiting for a war that never came.

For the next three years he secluded himself to the home of his younger brother, despairing of life itself. He had no further reason to live except to drink.

In 2001, however, he was bestruck by a new mission, a new gospel, one unheard of except by a tiny cabal of mostly Japanese businessmen. They called themselves the Black Organisation, and their objective was to replace the species Homo Sapiens with a long-gone cousin species to humanity which they called "Antichrist". To accomplish this, of course, they had to rid this earth of the modern man.

He was a man who possessed talents and connections that the Council of the Black Organisation desperately needed. Furthermore, because his deployment in the Pacific Fleet was so close to Japan, he had learned Japanese, enabling easy communication between him and the Council. Most importantly, he wanted what they wanted. So they contacted him, and they invited him to join the Council. He accepted their invitation joyfully, and he was reborn as Merlot.

He wanted to see this ever increasingly utopian world to burn, to be replaced with a post-apocalyptic landscape. At long last, this old man's dream would come true.

"Scarlet Lady is ready!"

This announcement snapped him out of his deep contemplation and back to the present situation.

"Sir, shall we launch?"

Every eye in the room was fixed on the old man; he grinned like he hadn't grinned in years.

"LAUNCH NOW!"

Scene Transition

Two minutes later, the Democratic People's Republic of Korea (AKA "North Korea") was suddenly plunged into total darkness. All electric power and lighting went offline, all telephone lines went down, running water to people's homes was disabled, and whatever internet access existed in the country went offline.

The regime immediately scrambled to organise its forces for an eminent American attack.

However, the United States did not invade North Korea that night. After all, they were not behind this cyberattack. Fearing an eminent nuclear retaliation, the State Department contacted the DPRK's embassy in London and assured them that the U.S. wasn't behind the blackout.

Within a week, power was restored to the entire country; the DPRK's state-run media blamed the Americans for the blackout but did not retaliate. Technically they were able to do so; North Korea's nuclear platform ran on analog systems, so the cyberattack was unable to seize control of or disable their nuclear arsenal. Ultimately the North Korean regime lacked the ability to trace the country of origin of the hack.

The test confirmed to the Council that the weapon's development was proceeding smoothly; according to their expert, at the current rate of development the ultimate weapon would be complete within two or three years.

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The Next Day

"Geez, why did we have to go?" Kogoro asked as he drove.

"Sonoko-kun was Ran's best friend," Eri said. "If her sister's getting married, we should show up."

"I get that," Kogoro said. "But why the h**l are we showing up a day early?!"

"Conan-kun spent a lot of time around her, whenever he'd follow Ran around," Eri said. "He's the one who really wanted to go, and he asked if he could come a day early, so he could spend some time with her; Sonoko-kun was okay with it. If we're gonna drive all the way to Osaka we might as well stay the night too. Isn't that right, Conan-kun?"

Conan nodded. "That's right, auntie Eri."

Nancy bent over and whispered into Conan's ear: "Again, thanks."

"Don't mention it," Conan whispered back.

In truth, Nancy was the one who wanted to attend Ayako's wedding. Prior to her death she had promised Sonoko that she'd be there on Ayako's big day. Sonoko still believed Ran to be dead, but Nancy felt obligated to show up anyway. Too many years had been invested in their friendship not to.

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They got out of the rental car. In front of them was a large Western-style house, located in the Osakan countryside.

From the second floor Sonoko looked at the window and saw the Mouris' rental car. She ran downstairs and barged outside.

"Ah!" she said. "Oji-sama! Eri-san! I didn't think you would actually come!"

"This kid wanted to be here a day early," Kogoro said, looking at Conan.

Sonoko looked at Conan. "Conan-kun, do you know whose wedding this is?"

"Your big sister Ayako and Yuzo Tomizawa are getting married, right?" Conan asked. "I remember Ran talking about it, and it was marked on her calendar."

That technically wasn't a lie.

Sonoko looked at the rental car. She noticed that there was a little girl sitting in the back. That girl was wearing a baseball cap and looking down.

"Who's that?" Sonoko asked.

"Oh, her name's Nancy," Eri said. "I wonder why she hasn't gotten out yet."

She walked over to the back of the car, opened the door, and coerced Nancy into getting out.

"Hi there," Sonoko said with a smile. "Are you here with...?"

Whenever Nancy looked up at Sonoko, as soon as the two of them made eye contact, Sonoko stopped dead in her tracks. Without asking permission she instinctively took off Nancy's hat; the young girl's hair was long and messy, her usual braids not having been applied.

W-what the h**l?! Sonoko thought. Why the h**l does this girl look exactly like...?!

"...May I have my hat back?" Nancy asked, feeling uncomfortable with this level of exposure.

Sonoko reluctantly handed Nancy her hat back, and she quickly put it back on.

Eri whispered in Sonoko's ear: "She looks just like her, right?"

"I-is she Ran's cousin?" Sonoko asked.

Kogoro shook his head. "Nope, she isn't any relative of ours."

"Ah! Conan-kun! Nancy-chan!"

Masumi Sera emerged from the building. "You're here for Ayako-neechan's big day?"

Conan nodded.

"Ey, Masumi! Ya finished checkin' da upstairs, right? Ey, why aintcha...?!"

Heiji walked outside. "Eh? Kudo?"

"Kudo?" Kogoro said. "Wait, you didn't just call this brat by that name again, did you?"

"Wait, Heiji knew before I did?" Nancy whispered to Conan, annoyed.

"He figured out my real identity fair and square," Conan whispered back. "I wasn't going to tell him."

"He reminds me of Kudo," Heiji said apologetically to Kogoro. "Anyway, uh, Conan, you ain't gonna believe dis! Dis ain't just big...dis is YUUUUUUGGGEEE!"

Opening

(Jump by Mai Kuraki)

(In my time as a detective I've learned that tingling feelings are subconscious observations! The trapmaster's final masterpiece...a mansion housing many secrets and an assassin! He perceives the one and only truth! With the body of a child but the mind of an adult, his name is…Detective Conan!)

Sometimes I think the beat is just too fast for me

Other times the beat is way too slow

The clothes passed down to me are a size too small

How can anyone walk in these shoes?

The thermostat is kept a notch too low

My awkward shadow bumps into everything

The silence in my daily life is deafening

And other times the music's way too loud

There is a world for me over the canyon

A world that's just my size, just my tempo

Don't look back, don't look down

Just close your eyes and take a leap into the dark

You got to jump, you got to jump

Like you're reaching for precious oxygen

You got to jump, you got to jump

Like you're aiming for the shining stars

You got to jump, you got to jump

Don't even fall back to get a running start

When your feet hit ground that's its own reward

But you will never know until you jump

Conan, Heiji, and Masumi Explore the Folding House! Part One!

"Yuuuuuuuge?" Conan repeated.

"You got dat right," Heiji said. "Dis place here wuz built by Samizu Kichiemon. We's tryin' to see wut da trick for dis place is but so far we ain't found nothin."

"I'm confused," Conan said. "You just came here to explore it on Ayako-neesan's wedding day?"

"Uh, no," Sonoko said. "You see..."

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They were in standing in the ballroom now.

"HUUUHHH?!" Kogoro said. "The bride and groom were threatened?!"

Shiro Suzuki nodded. "Here's the note."

He handed it to Kogoro. It read:

The union of Ayako Suzuki and Yuzo Tomizawa makes me sick. More than that: it makes my blood boil. I can't stand it. So I'm going to kill them both. Not after they've gone away to their new home. No: I'm going to kill them during the wedding. Not only that, but I'm going to get away with it, using the secrets held within the Folding House. Look forward to it, hahaha.

"Folding House?" Kogoro asked.

"Yeah," Jirokichi said. "That's the nickname of this house, because of a long-standing rumour about its design."

"I don't get it," Eri said.

"Like Heiji said before, this western-style mansion was built by Samizu Kichiemon, the great trapmaster," Sonoko said. "It was in the 1870s, after the Meiji Restoration and the opening of Japan to the modern world. A wealthy businessman named Jinpei Miyamoto spent a year in Europe. Whenever he came back he wanted to build a mansion for himself, of the likes which he had seen in Europe. So he employed the aging architect Samizu Kichiemon to build it. Construction lasted from 1873 to 1879. Isn't that right, Uncle Jirokichi?"

Jirokichi nodded, impressed that Sonoko knew so much about the history of this building. "If that were all to the story, this place would be your typical Western-style mansion. But since Samizu Kichiemon was building it, it was bound to have a...quirk."

"And that would be...?" Kogoro asked.

"It hasn't been demonstrated to be anything more than a rumour, but apparently this house could make all the rooms and hallways on the top floor just disappear," Jirokichi said. "In its place would be rooms and hallways on the upper floor which didn't exist in this house before. Most people concluded that through hydraulics this house would somehow 'fold' and replace the upper floor with something from the now inaccessible attic. And therefore this house was forever nicknamed the Folding House. I acquired this building 7 months ago, and for a bargain price might I add, but I haven't been able to confirm the existence of any such elaborate mechanical apparatus. Given this I concluded the rumour to be false. However, in light of this threat, it's possible the culprit knows something about this place that we don't, and obviously I need to take every precaution to keep Shiro's little girl safe during the wedding. Therefore I hired these two youngsters...er, what's your names again?"

"Heiji," the Osakan said with annoyance.

"Masumi Sera."

"Right," Jirokichi said. "I hired them to investigate before the wedding."

"And what have they found?" Tomoko Suzuki asked.

"We're, uh, still working on it," Masumi said.

"I guess we betta' get back ta' work," Heiji said. "Ey, Conan, ya comin' with us?"

"Uncle Kogoro, Auntie Eri, can I?" Conan pleaded.

Kogoro nodded.

"As long as you don't get in their way," Eri said.

"Thanks," Conan said happily, running after his two high school detective peers.

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"Give me a rundown of everything you two know," Conan said.

They were standing outside of the building now.

"Da building itself has da following layout," Heiji said. "There's da first floor, da second floor, and den an attic floor dat we can't get to. On da first floor is da entrance, wit da two sets of stairs on da left an' right sides. Forwahd is da ballroom, an' on da left an' right sides of dat is da kitchen and da porch room, respectively. Past da ballroom is da chapel."

"A chapel?" Conan said.

"Yeah," Masumi said. "Jinpei Miyamoto converted to Christianity during his trip to Europe. Whenever this place was being built he insisted that it include a chapel for Sunday services, even though the full Bible wasn't translated into Japanese until 1887. In fact, the reason that the wedding is being held here is because of the chapel; Yuzo-san is a Christian, so he requested that the wedding be done Christian-style and in a church building. The Suzukis agreed to this."

"So Jirokichi-san bought this building exclusively for Ayako-neesan's wedding?" Conan asked.

"Not quite" Heiji said. "De old guy says his latest business venture is ta rent de building for weddings."

Conan nodded. "How about the second floor?"

"The strange thing about the second floor is that it's divided into three pieces," Masumi said. "It really matters which of the two sets of stairs you take to get up there, because there's a wall dividing the second floor. At both ends, though, there's a door that leads to a large library. It's filled with Western texts that were translated into Japanese."

"So you said that before one reaches the library a wall divides the floor in two," Conan said. "Are there any other rooms within those two halves?"

Masumi nodded. "In both halves there's four rooms each; this means that in both halves there's a hallway in between the rooms and that dividing wall."

"You mentioned an attic," Conan said to Heiji.

"Oh, yeah," Heiji said "Dere's a sealed off entrance in da library ceiling."

"I see," Conan said. "So you two didn't find anything strange?"

"Well, actually, there was one thing," Masumi said. "Everything in this house...everything was nailed down. Beds, drawers, desks, tables, and even chairs. I learned this the hard way whenever I tried to push one of the beds. Strangely enough, even the library shelves had doors with latches."

"I'd like to see this upper floor for myself," Conan said.

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The Mouris and the Suzukis sat down at one of the ballroom tables.

A man in an apron walked out of the kitchen, carrying a serving cart. He began handing out silver platters.

"Ah, thank you Hitoshi!" Jirokichi said. "What did you prepare today?"

"Sauteed Foie Gras and Jasmine Rice," Hitoshi Kamiya, age 27, said. "I'll be out with the rest in a minute."

"Mouri-san, I'd like you to meet Hitoshi Kamiya, an old friend of Ayako," Jirokichi said. "He's an excellent cook, but more importantly he manages my finances and my many projects. Most notably, he's been working behind the scenes on every one of my attempts to capture the Kid."

"I don't really do that much," Hitoshi said, blushing.

"Oh, you don't have to be so modest, meboy!" Jirokichi said, hitting him on the back.

Eri turned to Nancy. "Hey, did you tell Conan that dinner is ready?"

Nancy nodded. "He says he'll pass."

"He's gonna pass on this?" Kogoro said. "His loss, I guess." He began to chow down ravenously.

"Ch-chotto matte!" Eri said. "You can't eat like a pig in front of our hosts!"

Shiro just laughed.

Scene Transition

Conan, Heiji, and Masumi were deep in thought. None of them spoke. Finally...

"You guys got anything?" Heiji asked.

"Nope," Conan said.

"It looks like a relatively normal second floor to me," Masumi said. "The only weird things are..."

"First of all, that everything is nailed down," Conan said. "Second, that the walls separating the rooms are too short. The ceiling can't rest on them; structural integrity is only maintained through the outer walls and these five evenly spread out pillars, by the looks of things."

This one's gonna take a little while to figure out, Conan thought. Samizu Kichiemon really pulled no punches this time.

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The Suzuki adults and the Mouris were engaged in a conversation about Kogoro's many (supposed) exploits as a detective. Sonoko tapped Nancy's shoulder to get her attention.

"Do you want to talk at another table where it's quiet?" Sonoko asked.

Nancy nodded and the two of them moved to a table on the other side of the room.

"Your name is Nancy, right?" Sonoko asked.

Nancy nodded.

"What's your last name?" Sonoko asked.

"Uh, Akechi," Nancy answered. "My name is Nancy Akechi."

"Who are your parents?" Sonoko asked.

Nancy didn't know how to answer that question. She stammered in vain, trying to find words to say to deflect suspicion from herself.

"Nancy's parents are named Masaichi and Hiroko Akechi."

They turned their heads to see Conan standing in front of them.

"Isn't that what you told me the other day, Nancy?" Conan said.

Nancy nodded, relieved that Conan had arrived just in the nick of time.

"I take it you've figured out the puzzle?" Nancy asked.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Conan said nervously. "It's Heiji-niichan and Sera-no-neechan who solve cases! I'm just a kid!"

Geez, don't talk like that when other people who aren't in on the secret are around, Conan thought with annoyance.

"Did the two of them solve it, then?" Nancy asked, slightly irritated.

"Not yet," Conan said. "This one doesn't seem to have a clear-cut answer. They're not even sure if there is a secret to this house."

There was a ring of the doorbell (which was battery-powered).

Hitoshi Kamiya went to answer it. He opened the door and...

Standing there was Ayako Suzuki, the bride-to-be. He blushed, averted his gaze, and stepped aside. She entered the mansion, and she was followed by her fiance, Yuzo Tomizawa.

Sonoko came to the entrance. "Ayako! It's so good to see you! Are you two here for a last-minute rehearsal?"

Yuzo nodded. "Ayako said it'd be a good idea to practice the ceremony one more time."

"Wait, who's going to stand in for the priest?" Shiro asked.

"There's no need for a stand-in," Ayako said. "He should be at the door any second."

At that moment, the designated priest for the wedding knocked on the door. Hitoshi opened it and the man stepped inside. He was...

T-this guy?! Conan thought.

Indeed; the man was Ryan Jackson, age 48. He was an African-American CIA agent, the boss of Yoshiteru Nichimura. Conan had met both of them during his most recent encounter with the Men in Black.

He looked at Conan. "Ah, we meet again."

I take it Yoshiteru told him the truth...about me? Conan thought.

"You and the brat have met?" Kogoro asked.

This conversation is sounding really familiar, Conan thought with a deadpan look.

"Once before," Ryan Jackson said. "Anyways, Conan-kun, in case you were curious, I have two jobs. The first is at...The Company, and the second is as a wedding caterer and pastor for wedding ceremonies."

"What are your credentials, just out of curiosity?" Jirokichi asked.

"I got a Bachelor's in Theology at Loyola University Maryland," Jackson said. "I served as a chaplain for the U.S. Army for several years, mostly in Iraq during the war. I was there at the Second Battle of Fallujah in late 2004. Anyways, shall we begin the rehearsal?"

From the corner of his eye, Conan then noticed something: Hitoshi's fists were clenched, and that look on his face was clearly one of a man holding back anger.

Scene Transition

Ayako and Yuzo practiced the wedding ceremony with Ryan Jackson as everyone else just sat and watched.

Conan got up and sat down beside Tomoko Suzuki.

"Hey, auntie, I have something to ask you," Conan whispered.

"Not now, boy," she said.

"It's for uncle Kogoro," he said. "He wants to know: was there a romantic history between your daughter and the butler?"

"He noticed that, huh?" Tomoko said. "You can tell Mouri-san this: No, the two of them were never a couple. But Hitoshi-kun has had a crush on Ayako since they were both in high school. A rumour has it that he was devastated when Ayako and Yuzo announced their engagement."

Given the content of the threatening letter, that makes him an obvious suspect, Conan thought. The motive is there, after all.

"Oh, there's one more thing I'd like for Mouri-san to know," Tomoko said. "It's simply this: that despite this fact, I don't think Hitoshi-kun is the culprit."

"Eh?" Conan said. "Why not?"

She smiled. "Hitoshi-kun has been a friend of the Suzuki family for over 15 years. I think I know the boy well enough to say this confidently: He doesn't have it in him to take a human life, much less that of the woman he loves. Mouri-san's time and effort had best be spent investigating other people who might actually be the culprit."

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"Are you sure you're alright with paying for our room?" Eri asked.

"It's fine," Shiro said. "If it's just a one-time thing, then it's absolutely no strain on the Suzuki family fortune. Besides I'm hoping that the great Detective Mouri will lend us his assistance in catching this would-be assassin."

"You can count on me," Kogoro said.

They had all driven to a nearby Inn for the night, since the mattresses and blankets for the nailed-down beds on the Folding House's second floor had been taken out long ago. The Mouris occupied one room, the Suzukis and Yuzo another, Jirokichi and Hitoshi the third room, and Heiji and Masumi the fourth.

There was a knock on the door to the fourth room; Heiji was in the bed closer to the door, so he got up and opened it.

"Eh? Kudo?" Heiji said. "Whatcha doin' up? And why'dcha bring Ra..."

Conan coughed very loudly, then pointing to Masumi.

"Er, Nancy?" Heiji finished, correcting himself.

"Can we come in?" Conan asked.

"Sure," Masumi said from the other side of the room.

"So Heiji knows about me too?" Nancy whispered to Conan.

"He would've figured it out anyway," Conan answered, a bit too loudly.

Masumi didn't respond because she already knew what they were talking about.

Anyways, they entered and Heiji closed the door behind them.

"I take it you came so we can think over the case some more?" Masumi asked.

"Yeah," Conan said.

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"But how 'bout da culprit?" Heiji asked. "He said he's gonna use da trick of da Folding House ta get away with murder. How's dat gonna woik?"

"Presumably, he meant that the second floor would 'fold'," Masumi said. "Does that mean he's hiding out in the attic now?"

"But dere ain't no way to get up dere," Heiji said. "We checked, rememba?"

"It's possible that they used a ladder," Conan said. "Once they're in they could pull the ladder up into the attic with them."

"I guess gettin' up into dat attic should be our priority tomorrow morning," Heiji said. "At da very least it might shed some light on da trick."

"We'll have to ask Jirokichi-san for a ladder," Masumi said.

"...Well, that's all for tonight," Conan said yawning. "We'll be heading back to our room now."

One Minute Later

There was a knock at the door. Heiji opened it.

Conan's and Nancy had ghostly pale looks on their faces.

"W-we can't go back there tonight," Nancy said.

"Huh?" Heiji said, confused.

"There were loud groaning noises on the other side of that door," Conan explained.

"...Oh," Heiji said, realising what that meant.

And so Conan and Nancy stayed in the room with Heiji and Masumi for the night.

Conan and Heiji shared a bed, and Nancy began to climb in the other bed.

"H-hey!" Masumi said. "What are you...?"

"Uh, you don't mind if I sleep here, do you?" Nancy asked.

"...No," Masumi said. "It's fine. Make yourself at home."

There has to be some limit, Masumi thought. Despite externalities, the truth is unwavering like a mountain, so there needs to be limits. And this is where I draw the line.

Masumi got up, grabbed her pillow, and laid down on the floor next to the bed.

Scene Transition

Early the next day, they were heading back to the Folding House. Hitoshi drove the limousine, while Jirokichi sat in the front left seat. Heiji, Masumi, Conan, and Nancy sat in the back.

Oh, my aching back, Masumi thought.

"Ey, didja guys tink of anything last night?" Heiji asked.

"Oh yeah, the ladder," Conan said. "Hey, Jirokichi-san, would it be possible for us to go buy a ladder somewhere?"

"I already tried doing what you laddies are thinking," Jirokichi said. "It would appear that the only way into the attic is through breaking the glass."

"But maybe we could at least see inside the attic?" Masumi said.

Jirokichi shook his head. "That glass isn't transparent. You can't see anything on the other side even if you put your face right up to it. But if you really insist on trying, that ladder should be in the backyard somewhere."

"Hey, Sera-no-neechan," Conan said. "Why we're you sleeping on the floor last night?"

"Oh, uh, I was actually feeling a little dizzy lying next to the edge of the bed," Masumi lied. "And I figured Nancy-chan might sleep in the middle, so I didn't want to make less space for her. So I decided to sleep on the floor."

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The limousine pulled up in front of the Folding House.

"Hitoshi-kun, you brought the keys, right?" Jirokichi asked.

Hitoshi nodded, taking them out of his pocket. "I've got them right here."

They approached the front door. And then...

"H-hey! What the h**l?" Hitoshi said. "The door isn't locked!"

"Maybe you forgot to do that last night," Jirokichi said.

"But I distinctly remember locking it last night!" Hitoshi said.

Could it be...?! Conan, Heiji, and Masumi thought at the same time.

They hurried inside and ran upstairs. Sure enough...

"Th-the house," Masumi said, shocked by what she saw.

"It..." Heiji began.

"...folded," Conan finished.

The upper floor, which was just yesterday was western-style in design, was now a traditional Japanese-style floor with a completely different appearance and layout.

Ending:

(Natsu no Maboroshi by Garnet Crow, a chord sheet for my version of the song below)

D# Minor B Major F# Major C# Major

(Wordless opening part to the song)

A Major E Major F# Minor C# Minor

Heya no mado no mukou ni hikouki kumo o nazotte

D Major C# Minor F# Minor G Major (E Major)

Kyou kenkashita kimi no koto bakari kangaeteta

A Major E Major F# Minor C# Minor

Sasai na koto de to madotte fuantei de muboubi na

D Major C# Minor F# Minor

Ano koro no you ni sugu ni denwashite

D Major E Major F# Minor

Warai aetara ii no ni ne

G# Major A# Major C Minor G Minor G# Major A# Major D# Major

Chika zuite kuru shifuku no toki wa

G# Major D# Major G# Major A# Major

Itami o tomonainagara ashi oto o tateru

C Minor G Minor G# Major A# Major D# Major G# Major D# Major A# Major

Kangaesugite fukami ni hamaru kimi no soba ni iru no ni

E Major B Major C# Minor E Major

Natsu no maboroshi hitomi tojimete ichiban saishou ni kimi o omoidasu yo

A Major B Major G# Minor C# Minor

Dakedo kimi to ikiteyukitai kara

A Major E Major F# Minor G# Minor A Major B Major E Major

Tomadoinagara demo ii tsunaida te o hanasanaide ne