I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

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"Tch, this is too shameless." Otoi Hiroshi curled his lips.

Unfortunately, the voice of Noah's Ark no longer appeared, and he simply ignored his displeasure.

"Otoi-san, what should we do next?" Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko came over.

This game mission is much simpler than the previous two worlds, but it also proves the danger contained in it.

At this moment, everyone vaguely pinned their hopes on Otoi Hiroshi.

After all, his performance in the first two worlds can explain everything.

"If the pirate world tests our courage and unity, the Paris-Dakar Rally tests our own abilities."

"So in this world, as a stage designer, what does Mr. Kudo Yusaku think? Or what does Noah's Ark want to see?" Hiroshi Otoi analyzed to himself.

He turned his attention to Conan, "Can you think of anything?"

Conan shook his head, "But since it says that there is a person who helps us in every world, maybe we can find a breakthrough point from this person."

"The person who helped us in the first world was Captain Blood. Why didn't anyone show up in the second world?"

"Could it be because the triggering condition of the rally is after failure?" Haibara Ai suddenly said, "Maybe the rally tests something else, and the triggering condition is defeat. After failure, muster up the courage to win the championship again. Isn’t that what the plot should be?”

"Perhaps Mr. Kudo Yusaku and Noah's Ark never thought that we would directly win."

"Xiao Ai's analysis makes sense. Anyway, let's take it one step at a time. Everyone should pay attention to see if there are any special characters."

As soon as Otoi Hiroshi finished speaking, he heard a heavy muffled sound, and saw that the pitch-black passage in front of him gradually became brighter as the iron door opened not far away.

With the sound of heavy footsteps, a Roman guard walked to the prison door and said, "Slave, stand up and follow me."

"Slave? Who?" Otoi Hiroshi asked doubtfully.

The guard held out his finger, "That's you."

"Me?" Hiroshi Otoi pointed his index finger at himself with interest, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Opening the door, Hiroshi Otoi walked to the door, and Haihara Ai worriedly said: "Be careful."

Otoi Hiroshi shrugged, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter even if you just let me go to the arena."

"You must come back!" Suzuki Sonoko looked at him.

"Will do."

Seeing the impatient look in the guard's eyes, Hiroshi Otoi could only drag out the heavy bracelets and shackles.

After all, according to his understanding, the Roman guards were usually opposed to the gladiators, because their task was to imprison and manage these gladiators. If he resisted too much, he might cause Xiao Ai and the others to suffer more.

Otoi Hiroshi followed the guards and disappeared from sight, the door in the distance was closed, darkness struck again, and an inexplicable feeling appeared in everyone's hearts.

If Hiroshi Otoi, who is the backbone, is eliminated, then there is really no hope...

"Speaking of what kind of place the ancient Roman Coliseum was, although I occasionally hear this term, I only know that it is a precious world heritage." Suzuki Sonoko rubbed her head and thought.

"More often, it is called the Colosseum, a place in the ancient Roman Empire reserved for slave owners, nobles and free people to watch beasts or slaves fight."

"From the appearance, it is a perfect circle, and when viewed from a bird's eye view, it is oval. It covers an area of ​​about 2 square meters, with a long axis of about 188 meters, a short axis of about 156 meters, and a circumference of about 527 meters, and the wall is about 57 meters high. This huge building can accommodate nearly spectators."

"The most important thing is that the participating gladiators have to fight a wild beast to the death."

Hui Yuan Ai crossed her arms and said calmly.

"Huh?! And a beast?" Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but think of the scene where she was torn apart by a beast while holding a heavy sword that she couldn't lift.

"Sister Yuanzi, don't worry, there are also fights between slaves." Conan comforted.

"However," Hui Yuan Ai spoke again with a gloomy face: "Even if it is a fight between slaves, the fight will be until one party dies."

"Hey, why are you saying such shocking words..." Conan said helplessly, raising his hands.

"If you don't even know the basic rules, your end after going on the field will be even more miserable. And according to what the guard just said, those of us here are probably slaves who are about to go on the field." After saying that, Haiyuan Sad eyes looked at the closed door in the distance again.

"Everyone, calm down. I think Otoi-san will definitely find a way." Mao Lilan comforted.

"What this young lady said is right. What can we do? Why don't we just rest here and wait for the big brother to come and save us." Morohoshi Hideki simply lay down on the hay on the ground. superior.

"Hideki..." Kikukawa Seiichiro stretched out his hand.

"By the way, have you known how to drive before?" Hideki Morohoshi looked at him with doubtful eyes.

Kikukawa Seiichiro was stunned, "I, I..."

"Forget it, it's not important anymore. It's better to worry about how to get through the situation at hand." Morohoshi Hideki closed his eyes and turned over to lie on his side.

……

As the guards walked out of the gate, noisy shouts and wild beast-like roars sounded around the arena. The blood stains on the ground that were not yet dry proved that a life-and-death fight had just occurred here.

The scene in front of him was so real, with the crazy shouting audience and the huge amphitheater in front of him. The legendary ancient Roman Colosseum was displayed in front of him.

And inside this gorgeous-looking building, there was indeed an inhumane killing feast.

"Go, slave." The guard pushed him.

Otoi Hiroshi glared at him fiercely, and the guards were so frightened by his cold eyes that they retreated.

"You can only be arrogant for a while now, your opponent is..."

Otoi Hiroshi ignored him and motioned for him to open his shackles.

The guard resisted the urge to draw his sword and kill him, and took off his bracelets and shackles - of course, he did not dare to do this.

After all, every slave was the property of the slave owner.

What's more, this slave still belongs to the Julius family.

Otoi Hiroshi moved his somewhat stiff wrist and looked at the weapons he could use.

A thick wooden stick and a long rusty knife.

"It's really different from what I imagined..."

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