"...heh," Conan said and grinned. "A mystery. One that even a great detective would have a hard time solving," he said. "And one that's got a bit something...extra to it for the players beyond just that."

Conan paused, looking dumbfounded for a moment. And then...he laughed. A loud, boisterous laugh, with definite tones of insanity in it. "True, true! There are much worse things than death. For the one who knows that tearing someone up into little pieces is a mercy kill for his opponent, it's a concept I'm familiar with. Especially when I am considered no better."

Conan's laughter died down into a snigger. "Oh, that's a stupid thought. Assuming too much there. Maybe I just like to see what broke him? Or maybe I just want to fuck with your head. All of them are completely valid conclusions. After all, it's the sort of thing you enjoy, isn't it, Shinichi-chan~? Or even...well, you did miss the riddle, so I suppose I can't fault you for that."