Chef in the World of Conan

Chapter [-] Cursing the sneer of the mask (middle) 【Subscribe, Customize】

"quack quack..."

Just as the second maid was about to welcome the crowd, the flapping crows flew out and chirped from the roof of the house.

After entering the eastern gate, everyone also began to look around, looking at the decoration of the mansion in front of them.

But I found all kinds of weird masks hanging all over the wall.

"Uh, why are the decorations here all masks?"

"Mr. Su Fang has always had a hobby of collecting all kinds of masks."

After the maid led everyone upstairs, "I'm going to get the luggage of the four of you now, please wait in the mask hall for the time being."

"Masquerade Hall!"

Beside the stairs on the second floor, there is a specially made silver door, which is incompatible with the surrounding ordinary panel doors.

After everyone pushed open the door, they just found that the opposite door was also opened, and it happened that Mr. Matsudaira and others who had entered from the west door just came in.

"Arigado, it turns out that this mask hall is the passage between the east and west wing rooms!"

Uncle Maori clapped his hands suddenly.

"It's amazing, there are a lot of masks here, and they're all of different types..."

Xiaolan approached an exhibition cabinet beside her, and she couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw the various types and styles of masks inside.

Everyone present also began to browse and visit, Conan suddenly found a remote control next to an exhibition counter and pressed it curiously.

"drop..."

With the opening of the red curtains on both sides of the hall, a large number of white masks of the same shape appeared in front of everyone, and the empty and eerie smiling faces seemed to laugh at these...  An unknown visitor.

"These...why are there so many masks, what is this..."

"These are Shawbro's masks."

A proud voice came from the door.

Everyone turned around and saw an elegant old woman appearing at the door. Although her face was old, her gestures still seemed to have the charm of the past.

Behind her stood a shy, short-haired woman with glasses like an assistant.

"You are Ms. Su Fanghongzi, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Uncle Maori recognized it immediately and said hello softly.

"Everyone is willing to come here, it really makes this place shine!"

Su Fanghongzi replied with a smile, "I don't know if my collection is still satisfactory."

Hey hey hey! Your mask is too weird! Are rich people so unique in their collecting hobbies? The mask of the same style should be difficult, right?"

"These...should be the [-] masks rumored to be completed by the Spanish sculptor Xiao Bru before his death..."

Nagara Haruka stared at the mask on the wall with a tight expression, "A cursed mask?"

"Hey, take the liberty to ask, what kind of mask?"

Uncle Maori asked very strangely.

"Because its creator, Xiao Bleu, is a tragic sculpture, full of flamboyance, but framed by his brother's jealousy.

Status, reputation and property were taken away, so Hajime hated human beings, like a demon, and kept making masks. After making 200 masks, he committed suicide. The surrounding of the corpse was full of masks, blood, as if he was: sucking His life..."

"It's not just that..."

Nagara Haruka sighed slightly, "Later Xiao Bru's reputation was restored, and these...masks were also passed into the hands of many people, but those who had them all ended in misfortune.

It is said that a certain British banker, the day after he got one of the masks, was frightened while riding, fell off his horse, and died.

A French gem dealer who was robbed and lost his life..."

Xu Yang sensed it with interest, but the two hundred masks didn't seem to have any magical power, and the system didn't give him a hunch, it was probably just a strange legend formed by coincidence. "Then you have collected two hundred masks now. Vice, it doesn't matter"

Mamoru Matsudaira spread out his hands worriedly.

"Don't worry about that."

Su Fanghongzi replied with a smile, "I have hired a medium with high mana to seal all the curses of these...masks."

Hehe, this is a world full of science! Maybe some people like to use these... fake horror stories to avoid crimes.

However, his own magic is given by the system. Could there be other superpowers who had been left behind by Xu Yang before jumping into Xu Yang's mind again... "Ms. Su Fang, to be honest, in reality, human beings have Evil thoughts are more terrifying than curses."

Uncle Maori shook his head, he didn't believe in curses at all.

"Eh"

Su Fanghongzi was very surprised, "Why do you suddenly say that?"

"Ah, so it is."

Uncle Maori took out the threatening letter from his bosom and slowly opened it, "I was on the way here just now and was blocked by a big tree, and there was still this piece of paper on the tree."

"Nani! This is..."

"Ah! Mr. Maury, I received the same letter three days ago!"

Katagiri Masaki said in shock.

"Me too.

"me too."

The three guests answered in succession, and anxiety began to appear in their eyes.

"Today our company also received a strange letter!"

At this moment, a handsome young man with yellow hair wearing sunglasses walked in and shook an envelope in his hand.

"Fuyuya!"

Su Fanghongzi complained slightly, "Why did you come so late this time?"

"I'm doing a national tour, and I'm a little busy. If you're a little late, don't worry about it."

The yellow-haired youth waved his hand and replied with a chuckle.

"That..., what letter did you receive?"

Uncle Maori was vigilant, after all, it didn't look like a prank.

"Uh, the strange thing about this letter is that it doesn't have the sender's name. It only states that the recipient is Mr. Su Fang, and the handwriting is rather strange."

"This is to hide the handwriting, and the handwriting is deliberately written neatly..."

Uncle Maori raised his brows, "Ms. Su Fang, can I open it and take a look?"

"Then ask Mr. Maury."

Su Fang Hongzi nodded, after all, Uncle Maori is a detective here, so he must be better than himself in this respect.

After obtaining consent, Uncle Maori tore the seal and took out a letter, "Tonight, the cursed mask will suck blood.

Messenger of the Cursed Mask"

When everyone present heard this, their expressions changed, and Uncle Maori also suggested solemnly, "Ms. Su Fang, I think it's better to call the police."

"I don't think it's necessary to take it to heart."

Su Fanghongzi waved her hand dismissively, "Since I started doing charity work, I have never heard of such a terrifying letter."

After speaking, he invited everyone to the restaurant.

Xu Yang shook his head, although Su Fanghongzi didn't take it seriously, but this time the two gods of death are coming in person, I'm afraid something is going to happen, maybe some victim wants revenge! Looking at the restoration of the method of this case, in fact, it can't be done at all.

Chapter [-] Cursing the sneer of the mask (below) [Subscribe, Customize]

In the restaurant in the one room on the east side, everyone enjoyed a sumptuous meal in a luxurious restaurant.

"Wow! This beef tongue soup is delicious too!"

Uncle Maori couldn't help but praised.

"To be honest, this kind of red wine is not something you can drink casually!"

...hehe, honestly, it would be better if there weren't these...the scary masks.

Conan ate very depressedly, as if the suspicion of intimidation still lingered in his heart, and the crispy and tender grilled chicken chops in his mouth were a little tasteless.

"Honestly..."

Su Hongzi raised the red wine glass on the table and shook it slightly, "I'm very grateful for everyone who readily agreed to be the guests of this charity party hosted by me!"

"Ms. Su Fang, can you take the liberty to ask..."

Katagiri Masaki was a little puzzled, and after getting Su Fang Hongzi's approval, he continued to ask, "How did you think of holding a charity party for those children who lost their families in a car accident?"

"It was five years ago that the woman who had been taking care of me had an incident that ran into someone and ran away. Since then, I have no way to maintain a relationship with the car accident."

...After the dinner, Uncle Maori was called away by Su Fanghongzi alone, 890 should have something to entrust, and the guests happily started some slapsticks and jokes.

After a while, Uncle Maori also came back and began to mingle with the guests present. Xu Yang smiled and sat by the window looking at the snowy scenery outside.

I don't know if Ming Mei Jiang and Xiao Ai are still doing well at home... The hands of the clock passed eleven o'clock quietly, and the twin maids suddenly appeared in the hall and said politely: "My guests, I'm sorry to disturb you. Yaxing, everyone.

The mansion will be locked before twelve o'clock.

Once locked, the east and west rooms cannot communicate with each other.

Please also go back to your room to rest now and cooperate with our work."

"what!"

"It's only after eleven o'clock:: Ah, isn't the nightlife just beginning?"

"Why are there such strange rules?"

The twin maids bowed slightly, "Because Xiao Bru's mask likes to play pranks! After twelve o'clock in the evening, he will run around to play without authorization."

"We're going to lock them in the Mask Room."