(dub) 885 : In The Dark Recesses Of The Holylan... -

While Kogoro blustered about ghosts and ancient curses, Conan noticed something odd: a faint, sweet scent of almonds lingering near the priest's ceremonial tea set and a rhythmic drip-drip-drip coming from a ventilation shaft too small for a human, but perfect for a mechanical trick.

As the shadows lengthened, Conan realized the "Holyland" was a front for something much darker. The killer wasn't a spirit, but someone using the darkness to hide a high-stakes forgery ring. With a well-placed tranquilizer dart to Kogoro’s neck, the "Sleeping Detective" began to speak, unraveling a web of greed that had turned a place of prayer into a tomb. (Dub) 885 : In the Dark Recesses of the Holylan...

As night fell, the group was ushered into the —a network of ancient, unlit tunnels running beneath the shrine where pilgrims once underwent "cleansing" rituals. The only light came from flickering candles that seemed to die out the moment they were left alone. While Kogoro blustered about ghosts and ancient curses,