The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 390 Biting your fingers is a bad habit
Fujino was not worried that he would be poisoned. He remembered that the poison should have been applied to the handle of the teacup close to his thumb.

If no one scratches their thumb, there is a high probability that no one will be poisoned.

Of course, one must die today.

Just in case, he sniffed it and found that it was indeed up there.

After coming back to his senses, Fujino glanced at Ogami Zhushan who was standing aside.

This guy has been biting his fingers since just now.

Biting your fingers is a bad habit.

But for this kind of thing, if you die, you will die, there is no need to feel pity.

You know, they were invited here, but it was all because of this guy, and he also planned to kill everyone.

Fujino is not a kind person, and he pays attention to repaying evil with kindness.

If you want to kill Teng Mou, you must have the consciousness to be killed.

After guessing the punch, everyone sat down one after another.

Fujino sat next to Conan and Xiaoran. On the right was Ikumi Gunda. On the opposite side, from left to right, were Motegi Haruka, Hakuba Tan, Senjian Shidai, and Touko who became Mouri Kogoro. , and also the great blessing.

Despite the risk of poisoning, everyone chose to have dinner without worry after wiping the tableware.

As a gourmet detective, Dashang Zhushan's cooking skills are naturally first-class.

Of course, as a lover of food, he would not poison the food.

On the one hand, it's because the motive is too obvious, and on the other hand, it's possible that he might also be poisoned to death.

In Da Shang Zhu Shan's original plan, he should have poisoned the maid after dinner. Although there were some changes, overall the plan went smoothly.

But he didn't know at all that his accomplices had now rebelled and planned to kill him.

“This dish is so delicious!”

Kuroba Kaito imitated Mori Kogoro's tone and let out a Mori sigh.

He had met Mouri Kogoro before, so he naturally knew the guy's tone and character. For a person with such a distinctive personality, it was easiest to disguise him.

As for Fujino, who is so smoldering and has so much thought hidden under his pale face, that is the hardest thing to disguise.

At the same time, he was relieved because no one died.

But from Fujino's point of view, Douzi's disguise was still a bit unnatural.

How should I put it, the real Maori uncle should be more wretched.

"Now that the food has been served, no one among us has been poisoned."

Senjian Shengdai wiped his mouth with a napkin: "It seems that guy doesn't want to kill us all here yet..."

"It seems like we were overly worried just now."

Gunda Ikumi laughed and said: "But it's always good to be skeptical. I don't want to die in a place like this."

At this time, the trumpet man's head in the upright position made a dull sound again: "I believe you are all full now, right? Are you satisfied with the last supper I prepared for you?"

There was no response to the loudspeaker with only one head left and a tape hanging down from it. There was just an awkward silence.

After a short gap, the speaker man once again made a low voice: "Back to the topic, you must be curious why I went to such trouble to get this house and make it the stage for the game... The answer is right at your fingertips. On the spoon and fork.”

"Little bird?"

Xiaolan picked up a spoon and took a look at it curiously: "Why does this bird have such a big beak? It feels creepy."

"Renya Karasuma."

Fujino crossed his hands and said in a deep voice: "A famous rich man a long time ago. There are many rumors about him."

"Karasuma Renya?"

After hearing this, everyone looked at Fujino, looking a little confused.

"This is the badge of Renya Karasuma who died mysteriously half a century ago!"

After Fujino finished speaking, the speaker spoke these words immediately after.

Everyone is already used to this feeling.

On the other hand, Ogami Zhushan looked at Fujino, frowned, and started biting his thumb crazily.

Why do my perfect plans always get disturbed by this kid!

Simply, the speaker continued without anyone interrupting: "Not only the tableware here, but also the door of this house, no matter where it is, was deliberately made by him. In other words, this is Wu Maru Renye’s villa, no, it should be said that it used to be his villa.”

"Forty years ago, before the storm came, a tragedy like hell happened in this house. That night, a [memorial service in memory of Renya Karasuma] was held in this mansion. Everyone present at the time He is a well-known figure in the financial world, but in fact, this is an auction to auction various treasures of Karasuma Renye during his lifetime. Due to the excessive number of treasures, the auction is even expected to take three days..."

"But the next night! Two men came to this mansion and gave the organizer a leaf, and then they became guests of the auction!"

"The two continued to persuade other people around to smoke leaves together, until finally the smoke filled the entire room. Some people were holding the artwork and shouting, a girl was sobbing until her tears ran dry, and a man kept using a pen. Slitting their wrists, and finally they pick up the swords from the auction and swing them at each other...Hell begins to descend!"

"It is said that after the auction, eight people died at the scene, and the two men had long since disappeared with their treasures!" "But..."

After hearing the little story, Kuroba Kaito asked in the tone of Mouri Kogoro, somewhat curiously: "Normally, why is such a bad case never reported?"

"Maybe it's because the invited guests had special identities at that time."

Zhu Shan, the elder, took a sip of the black tea on the table and explained according to his script: "The people who came that day were all celebrities in the financial world and their families. In that kind of fighting situation, it is impossible to identify the suspect, let alone The identities of both the murderer and the victim are extremely sensitive..."

Fujino was not surprised. He knew that these were all made-up stories, but he still pretended to think: "If there is really an investigation, it would be better to let this matter be dealt with coldly and block all the news. After all, this kind of Scandals have long been commonplace in the neon country."

"As expected of a little detective consultant within the police, he has seen dark things at a young age."

As a former prosecutor, Ikumi Gunada naturally has a deep understanding of this kind of thing. On second thought, she became interested again: "But if you ask me, this kind of old black history is a serious appetizer. .”

"Speaking of which, I believe everyone should have understood why I chose to be here, right?"

The trumpet man with only one head left continued to make a sound: "I want you, gentlemen and ladies, detectives, to reenact the tragedy that happened here. In this house, I want to perform the hellish scene of people robbing each other for treasures and killing each other."

“But I understand that it’s not easy to see flowers in the smoke, so I’ll give you some tips.”

"Two travelers looked up at the sky at night, the devil descended on the castle, the king fled with his treasure, the princess shed tears on the Holy Grail and begged for forgiveness, the knight committed suicide with a sword and blood stained the field... I put a lot of effort into it based on the characteristics of this house. Prompt, don’t you think this prompt is very appropriate for what is going to happen next?”

"Do you think we are all fools?"

Gunda Ikumi said angrily: "Killing each other or something, the prerequisite is that there are people killing each other, but I am not interested in this kind of thing at all."

As she said that, she asked Fujino, "What about you, little detective?"

"I'm not young, okay..."

Fujino murmured, and then said seriously: "I'm not interested either. If I take action against you... it should be said to be a massacre. You won't be able to leave here alive."

The elder Zhu Shan took a sip of tea and said, "No matter how powerful you are, you won't be able to kill all of us, right?"

Kuroba Kaito: "..."

White Horse Detective: "..."

Conan: "..."

As for being able to fight, in their eyes everyone except Fujino is trash.

They had no doubt that Fujino could indeed kill everyone present and then abscond alone.

"It is impossible for you to escape from this game. You have already been dragged into the magic I cast!"

The loudspeaker suddenly sounded at this time: "Just like 40 years ago, when one of you screamed for the first time, this wisdom competition completely kicked off... Did you hear it clearly? Find it. Whoever owns the treasure, please go to the room in the central tower and enter the location of the treasure into the computer. I will keep my promise, give him half of the treasure, and tell him how to escape from here..."

"Ugh!!"

After finishing what he said, Motegi Harushi suddenly covered his neck and whimpered, then fell to the ground in pain.

"Mr. Motegi?!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw this and hurriedly moved forward.

The superior Zhu Shan was confused when he saw this.

not right...

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be this link.

Thinking about it, he bit his fingers more diligently.

"Oh...biting your fingers is indeed a bad habit."

Fujino glanced at Ogami Zhushan, then walked to Motegi Harushi who fell to the ground, took a look, and shook his head: "The mouth is so smelly, it must be some kind of extremely smelly poison, I would say it is Paraquat produced in China..."

As he spoke, he took out a needle from his pocket: "I happen to have the paraquat antidote with me. Well, Mr. Motegi, I am very strong, please bear with me!"

"Wait! I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

Seeing this, Motegi Harushi stood up quickly, fearing that this little detective would really inject some kind of antidote into himself.

"what?"

Fujino frowned slightly and put away the needle impatiently: "How old are you to make such a joke? My paraquat antidote was imported with great difficulty. If I use it, it will be gone."

The people around him nodded silently, condemning Motegi Harushi's behavior.

"Well……"

Motegi Harushi felt a little embarrassed.

"Wow!"

At this time, another whimpering sound came.

Everyone turned around and saw Zhu Shan, the elder, holding his throat, raising his head and falling directly behind him in pain.

The rich body collapsed to the ground, his mouth opened wide, and even his pupils lost their expression.

(End of this chapter)