Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 200 Twilight's Annex - Remains
Mogi Haruki's words caused Xiaolan to receive [-] points of shock:
"Doesn't that mean that in this room also..."

People have died!
Mao Lilan only felt goosebumps all over her body.

At this time, Conan suddenly said:
"But it's kind of weird."

Several detectives suddenly looked down at him, "What's wrong, little brother, is there something wrong?"

"Look." Conan picked up a jack of spades and passed the back of it to others, "There is blood on this one too."

Then he picked up the 4 of Clubs that Xiao Lan had just obtained, pasted the two cards together and spread them out, and continued:
"Moreover, the bloodstains on both sides are almost the same, and there is no blood on the other cards, which means that they should be stuck together before, but when the cards were dealt, the two cards were not together at all."

"Oh! That's exactly what it should be, little brother."

Mogi Haruki's eyes widened slightly.

At the same time, Guntian Ikumi, Chigen Yudai, and Baima Tan all looked at the cards and fell into deep thought.

"However, it is also possible that the 'master' who invited us has used this deck of playing cards before." The white horse looked at the playing cards and said with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Detective Baima's father is the director of the Metropolitan Police Department, and he knows a lot about the affairs in the annex.

Gun Tian Yumei also raised her eyebrows and said: "In short, we can know that before we came, there were people who played this game of poker."

Except for Kogoro Moori and Xiaolan who looked a bit heavy, the expressions of the others were eager to try—they couldn't wait to investigate this place.

Conan was still holding the two playing cards, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Conan, don't hold them..."

Xiaolan took the blood card away from Conan's hand and rearranged it on the table.

I always feel that these bloody things are unlucky. Conan is a child, so it is better to stay away from these things.

"Ah... good sister Xiaolan." Conan blinked, then his eyes curved into an arc, and he smiled innocently and harmlessly.

Just at this time, the maid opened the door and came in, "Sorry for keeping everyone waiting, dinner is ready, please move to the restaurant..."

"The director is already there waiting for you."

Hearing the maid's last words, except for Mao Li and his party, all the others showed a smile.

"Is the protagonist finally going to show up?" Mogi Haruki raised the corner of his mouth.

"It's really exciting."

Qianjian Jiangdai also smiled authentically.

They also temporarily forgot about the strange shape of the playing cards, and left the living room one by one.

Just before leaving, Mori Kogoro and Conan looked at the poker table thoughtfully.

There is clarity and doubt in one eye, and doubt in the other eye.

……

A group of people came to the restaurant under the guidance of the maid.

As soon as the door of the restaurant was opened, the first few people who entered were shocked——

On the main seat of the restaurant, sitting a weird figure with a triangular hat, covering his face and entire upper body.

Mogi Haruki immediately said speechlessly: "Hey, I said you have watched too many movies and TV dramas, right? What kind of dress is this..."

But the weirdo on the main seat ignored his words and started his welcome ceremony:

"Six famous detectives, I sincerely welcome all of you to this Twilight Annex. Now please take your seats first. Your names are on the table."

Seeing that he was being ignored, Haruhime Mogi frowned in displeasure, but he still walked to the tables on both sides and began to look for a seat with his name on it.

Dashang Zhushan, the temporary part-time chef, came last and said to the maid in a low voice, "Wait and I will serve the dishes one by one in the order I told you."

"Ah, okay..."

The maid froze for a moment, then nodded.

After everyone was seated, the 'master' on the main seat revealed his purpose:

"Everyone, the purpose of inviting everyone to come this time is to help me dig out a certain treasure hidden in this villa..."

……

Seeing that everyone in the living room had left, Qin Jiu silently put down the magnifying glass.

The following content can only be conveyed by Noah - there are no windows in the restaurant.

After waiting for about four or five seconds, the earphones were filled with the sound of 'da da' da footsteps.

Suddenly, Qin Jiu looked under the tree on the right.

At the same time, a white light hit his face squarely...

It's just that when the light just swept over, Gin jumped directly from the tree and stared straight at the person holding the umbrella.

"Don't shine the flashlight in my face, Chablis."

The tone of the gin was not very good.

In such a dark environment, suddenly giving him a bright face, he will not feel warm, but his blood pressure will soar.

"Oh~ I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After Chablis apologized insincerely, he turned off the flashlight in a considerate manner, squinted his eyes and said, "I didn't seem to make any noise just now, did I? You are more sensitive than I imagined~"

"You shouldn't have taken out the flashlight... just take out the gun, you might still have a chance to kill me." Qin Jiu glanced at the box at the other party's feet, and sneered, "You still brought something?"

He admitted that he was too focused on the movement in the earphones just now, and somewhat ignored this guy.

However, Gin actually found Chablis when he came over, but he didn't expect that this guy would turn on the flashlight and shake himself.

Otherwise, Gin is still waiting for the other party to call him...

After Chablis put away the flashlight, he picked up the big box he put on the ground, with an inexplicable admiration on his face: "Oh! You must take it, my dear Finny has accompanied me through 20 years of ups and downs, I missed it the last time I came here, and I can't miss it this time!"

The corner of Gin's mouth twitched.

It sounds nice...but why does he feel that this guy just wants to fuck him?

Gin could feel Chablis' vague aura lingering on him - he definitely let go of his murderous aura not long ago.

"...Just take it with you, it won't be needed anyway."

Gin turned his head and didn't realize that he had set up a big flag.

"Also, now that the rain has stopped, what are you doing with your umbrella?"

"Huh? Don't you think it's better for a gentleman to wear an umbrella when he's going out?"

"I don't think so. I just know that it's not raining, no sun, and it's not cold. Opening an umbrella looks stupid."

Gin glanced at Chablis with eyes of caring for the mentally retarded.

Chablis' smile froze.

Then silently put away the umbrella, folded it and propped it on the ground as a crutch.

He stared and frowned at the gin in the other building, and tilted his head: "By the way, I asked the boss, and your lord said you came to watch? What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's just a dinner party for a group of detectives." Gin Jiu looked in the direction of the villa lightly.

Although now he can't see anything.

"Oh? They don't come here to find 'treasure', do they?" Chablis walked to the side of the gin and looked at the annex with lights in the dark night with him. "Is there really such a thing here?"

Gin laughed in his heart.

Of course, the clock alone is 24k pure gold... But it is impossible for him to tell Chablis, not in this lifetime.

(End of this chapter)