[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

There were all kinds of snacks and drinks in the living room, as well as a wide variety of entertainment facilities. After the old man who looked like something was wrong left, Xiaolan ate some sweet snacks and finally relaxed.

Then she casually invited Kazuha and Gunda Ikumi to play cards together.

Half an hour later, Gunda Ikumi, who was almost depressed after losing, grabbed Hakuba Tan who was passing by, pressed him on the card table, and found an excuse to run away.

Hakuba Tan:?

Another half an hour later, Hakuba Tan, holding the old eagle that was almost covered with small notes, subconsciously grabbed Kuroba Kaito out of some sensitivity to his old classmates, and euphemistically asked for help with his eyes.

You should take care of your daughter, she's going crazy!

Touzi:?

In the end, the people who played cards with Xiaolan became Conan, Hattori and Kaito, and the table was full of Toutendai.

Hattori Heiji lived up to his skin color. He lost ten games in a row right from the start. He was the first to lose all his chips. With white stripes all over his face, he was ridiculed by Kazuha.

Conan's protagonist aura was no match for Ou Huang Lan when playing cards. After his friend Hattori Heiji, who was at the bottom, left the stage, he was soon overwhelmed by the white stripes, and then squatted beside Hattori and sighed melancholy.

Kuroba Kaito, the only one who survived under the hands of the great devil Lan, looked at the cards in his hand and sighed.

Am I cheating or cheating or cheating?

This afternoon passed quickly for Xiaolan, but for other people who were dominated by Ou Huang Lan, it was like a year.

Chijian Kyoudai relied on his age and did not participate in the games of the young people to escape. He leaned on the armchair next to the coffee table, frowning and thinking about something.

Mogi Haruhi handed her a small glass of red wine and asked a question.

"What's wrong, Chikan, you looked thoughtful as soon as you entered the door. Famous armchair detective, have you found some clues that we don't know?"

Just now, while going to the bathroom, he had already investigated all the places in the annex that could be entered. Not to mention the owner of the villa, even the gloomy old man who led them just now was nowhere to be seen.

During this period, he only ran into a few other detectives who were also investigating the situation.

"Do you think that old man looks familiar?"

Mogi Harufu: "Who? I spend most of my time in Chicago, and I don't know many people in Neon."

"I think he looks a lot like Miyamoto Kishi."

Mogi Harufu: ...

He wiped his face, "Sister, don't joke, Miyamoto Kishi has been dead for almost forty years."

Chikan Kyouyo nodded, and then slowly said, "Yes, forty years, and he seems to have died in the Twilight Annex that year."

Mogi Harufu: ! !

"Wait a minute, you..."

Just then, the door of the living room creaked again, and opened with a sound effect from the underworld, and the pale old man appeared in front of everyone again.

"Everyone, please move to the restaurant, the host is waiting for you."

Chikan Kyouyo stood up with a cane, and Mogi Haruhi on the side stared at the old man's face with a serious face. The more he looked, the more he felt that this old man was indeed very similar to the top auction master in Japan in his memory.

It's just that the body size is about 40 pounds different.

When everyone entered the restaurant, there was another tooth-grinding creaking sound, and the door of the restaurant was heavily closed behind everyone.

"Good evening, all the great detectives."

A baby-faced teenager was sitting on the main seat of the restaurant, and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Sang..." Why is Sangria here? ! ! ! !

Conan and Hattori looked at each other, with the same shocked expression on their faces.

"Hey, you are, Kurosawa-kun?" Xiaolan and Kazuha tilted their heads and recognized the boy who had met him once in Osaka.

Hey, is this the child of the professor? He looks quite harmless.

Kuroba Kaito blinked, and then immediately noticed the look of the little detective and Osaka Black Chicken facing a great enemy. Emmm, I'd better take back the evaluation of harmless for the time being. I always feel that the professor can't raise a truly harmless child.

"I thought it would be Kaito Kidd who appeared in the main seat, but he asked a little kid to come out?"

Qintian Yumi didn't take the unintimidating baby face to heart at all. She found a seat and sat down by herself. She looked at the delicious dishes in front of her and nodded with satisfaction.

Kuroba Kaito performed a question on the spot, asking a question even though he knew the answer. Then, the other detectives present began to make inferences one by one as he wished, analyzing the challenge he had issued word by word.over and over again.

Douzi: I feel good.

This is the correct way to open the challenge letter of my great Kaito Kid. The professor's way of leaving a location on a person and then looking for him is too much of a game-breaker!

Chijian Kyouyo: "That's right, the prey he has set his sights on will never escape, his gorgeous technique is like an illusion."

Gunda Ikumi: "A genius criminal who plays the police with his face and voice as invisible as the stars."

Hakuba Tan: "The only one who can disturb our thoughts is the iconic white cloak, the omnipotent Kaito Kid."

Conan and Hattori rarely joined in this reasoning chain, and all their attention was focused on guarding Sangria.

Douzi (proudly with his hands on his hips): Yes, yes, yes, if you can talk, just say more, I love to listen! !

Wakagi Ryo: ...

He looked at Kuroba Kaito who seemed to be wagging his tail, clapped his hands gently, and attracted the attention of the people who were sitting separately.

"But I'm sorry, I invited you here. After all, if you are a detective, as long as you put the name of Kaito Kid, you will be like a hound smelling meat, and you will pounce on it obediently~"

"Hey, you..."

Wakagi Ryo snapped his fingers and said to Haruhi Mogi who looked unhappy with a smile: "Sit down."

As soon as the voice fell, several mechanical arms jumped out of the chair where Haruhi Mogi was sitting, and locked him in the seat forcefully.

Others: !!!

Touzi: It's confirmed, it's really the professor's kid, this is exactly the same style of doing things.

Wakagi Ryo ignored the others who jumped three feet high, supported his chin with one hand, and said slowly: "I invited everyone here today, mainly hoping that you can find the treasure hidden in this villa."

Hattori protected Kazuha behind him and stared at Wakagi Ryo.

"What if we don't agree?"

Wakagi Ryo turned his head and looked at him, "40 years ago, a tragedy happened in this Twilight Villa. You know about it, Grandma Chikan."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Chikan Shiyo.

The old woman nodded slowly, "Yes, 40 years ago, my father was invited by the previous owner of the Twilight Villa, Karasuma Renya, but my mother and I never waited for him to come back."

Wakagi Ryo continued with Chikan Shiyo's words, repeating the tragedy that had happened in this luxurious villa, of course, omitting all the parts related to magic.

The old woman listened to Wakagi Ryo's story quietly, and then asked slowly.

"You said that the auction they attended, which was an auction of more than 300 pieces of art collected by Karasuma Renya during his lifetime, was hosted by Mr. Miyamoto Kishi?"

Wakagi Ryo nodded with a smile, "Yes, isn't he standing behind you?"

Mogi Harufu:!

The two girls, whose combat power was B-level but whose power was reduced to zero when they encountered supernatural events, reacted immediately, turned their heads frame by frame, and looked at the old man who had been standing behind them.

Mouri Ran asked tremblingly, "But, but didn't you say that he was already, already dead?"

Hattori Heiji snorted coldly, "Playing tricks."

He stood up and pressed on the old man's shoulder, but his movements suddenly froze. He felt that the touch of his hand seemed to be wrong.

Hakuba Tan:!

He finally understood what the sense of disharmony he had always felt from the old man was.

That pure black clothes was clearly wet.

Hattori withdrew his hand, looked at the blood-red color on his hand, and smelled the strong smell of blood suddenly emanating from the old man. He was a little confused for a moment.

No, wait, why did the atmosphere suddenly change to the direction of the supernatural?

The two girls were already trembling and hugging each other, and screams seemed to be about to come out at any time.

Gunda Yumi frowned and took small steps towards Mogi Harufu who was tied to the chair.

"You have a gun."

"Of course."

As a detective in the United States, how could he not carry a weapon? He pointed at his waist with his eyes, and Gunda Yumi turned sideways, blocked Wakaki Ryo's sight with his body, and quietly took Mogi Harufu's pistol in his hand.

"Oh, this pretty lady seems to be dishonest~"

The old man in black, who had been standing behind everyone and had no reaction after being slapped by Hattori Heiji, slowly walked to the side of Gunda Yumi, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Gunda Yumi's gun-holding hand.

The beautiful detective struggled subconsciously, and her elbow hit the old man without noticingon his head.

The next second, the old man's head rolled to the ground, shocking everyone except Wakagi Ryo.

Xiaolan/Heye: "Ah!!!!"