I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

She gasped slightly.

"Could this be..."

"Yes."

The dummy affirmed.

"That is the family crest of Renya Karasuma, the tycoon who died mysteriously about half a century ago."

Karasuma Ren! ?

Hearing this name, not to mention Mouri Kogoro and others, even Serabel showed a slightly surprised expression.

He didn't know that this annex was related to Karasuma Renya before he came, but if that's the case...

"In fact, not only the tableware, but also the door handles, stair handrails, playing cards, chess sets, and even the floor under your feet were specially customized by Karasuma Renye... In other words, this entire annex belongs to Karasuma Renye Mansion.”

"Ah no, I should say it was."

"Because 40 years ago, a tragic thing happened in this annex."?

Chapter 264 Why Don't You Talk?

A horrific tragedy?

Upon hearing this statement, everyone quickly made some guesses.

But before there was time to wait for confirmation, the dummy started to spoil the story.

"I believe that all detectives have noticed since entering the annex that there is a large amount of blood stains left in various forms everywhere in this annex... Yes, this is the annex that is still breathtakingly beautiful today. Left behind one night 40 years ago.”

"This annex once convened a secret meeting of celebrities from all political and economic circles. On the surface, it was to express remembrance of Renya Karasuma, who passed away at the age of 99. However, this meeting was actually a meeting aimed at At the auction of the art collected by Renya Karasuma during his lifetime, the number of auction items even exceeded [-], so the entire auction is expected to last three days and three nights."

"So on a stormy night on the second day of the auction, two men who were soaked from the rain suddenly came to the villa, saying that they had lost their way in the storm and wanted to stay overnight. "

"The organizer of the auction originally wanted to reject them, but the man took out a small package from his pocket, containing something like cigarettes. The person in charge of the organizer did not know why after smoking their cigarettes. He changed his mind."

"The other guests also accepted their temptation after seeing this situation, and it didn't take long for the annex to be filled with a thick smell of smoke."

Smoke that can confuse people's minds...

As a veteran detective, Kogoro Mouri immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, could that cigarette be -"

"leaf."

Serabel praised in black language.

Leaves, also commonly known as door♂hemp.

"At the beginning, the guests at the auction were still arguing about the two unexpected guests, but as the cigarettes spread among the guests, the situation suddenly changed."

"First, a man suddenly let out a scream as if he had seen a ghost, dropped the artwork he had finally taken a photo of, and ran outside."

"Then a woman began to cover her face and cry, as if she was begging for someone's forgiveness. She cried all her tears."

"And a man who was excitedly stabbing himself in the wrist with a pen."

"In the end, all the guests began to snatch the auctioned art works, and even used the famous knives and swords to kill each other. The entire auction site became a hell on earth."

"After this nightmare night, eight guests in the annex died, and more than a dozen guests fell into coma. However, the two uninvited guests disappeared with all the goods in the auction."

What the dummy said seemed to be telling a fictional horror story, but with so many people present, everyone understood without exception that what it said was true.

The bloodstains that can be seen everywhere in the annex are the most powerful proof that the above story happened here.

Mouri Kogoro still had some luck: "But if such a tragic thing really happened, why was there no report at all at the time?"

"I think the problem may have been with the guests attending the auction."

The superior Zhu Shan answered on his behalf.

"After all, all the people who came to the auction were celebrities from the political and economic circles. Instead of letting the world know that they were tricked by two thieves who came from nowhere, it would be better to suppress this matter completely and pretend it never happened. Pass."

"This is indeed the case..."

"So now you understand why I chose this annex as the stage for the game." The dummy seemed to let out a contemptuous laugh, "I want you to stage the tragedy of 40 years ago here again. I want you to stage the tragedy again here. I saw you fighting each other for treasure.”

"Are we going to fight each other for treasure? Are you kidding me?" Motegi snorted first.

The dummy ignored him and continued.

"But considering that searching for treasure in such a large villa is like finding a needle in a haystack, I will give you a little hint - the two travelers in a hurry looked up at the sky at night, and the devil suddenly descended on the castle, and the king ran away with the treasure. , the princess wept and begged for mercy from the Holy Grail, the soldier was so angry that he swung his sword and killed himself, and the color of the earth changed."

"Eh? Isn't this the story that happened in this annex just now?" Xiaolan suddenly realized.

Serabel raised her head and drank the coffee in one gulp, then put down the cup and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really full of lies. According to what you are saying now, then the so-called tragedy that happened in the annex is false. After all, that story was actually adapted from the code. In this way, what exactly are the blood stains in the annex? How it came about is another mystery.”

"And there's something I wanted to complain about just now. You seem to... only say the same thing?"

After the words were settled, Serabel stood up suddenly and grabbed the top of the dummy's head with one hand, and pulled off the dummy's head with one force like grabbing a ball with one hand in a basketball game.

It's not that Serabel is very strong, but the dummy head is detachable and simply sits on the body underneath.

Now that the head has been uprooted, the audio part starting from the eye position appears in front of everyone.

Attached to the bottom is a small Walkman, and it's very retro and needs to be played with tapes.

"Now you're showing off your flaws~"

Serabel held the dummy head and turned around to everyone and shook the stopped rotating tape below.

"I thought it was strange just now. After testing it, I found that it is indeed the case, and this thing is controlled by someone. Otherwise, not to mention whether the length of the tape is enough, it would be impossible to control the timing of when we finish eating. "

"By the way, remote control is also impossible. Although there are cameras everywhere in this annex, it is theoretically possible for the organizer to observe our movements in real time elsewhere, but this Walkman... it can't .”

"The principle is very simple. Nowadays, all remote control functions are basically achieved by connecting to WiFi, but this old-fashioned Walkman does not have the option of connecting to WiFi."

Serabel shrugged and placed the dummy head on the table in front of her.

"So the answer becomes clear, that is, the people who brought us here are around us...even, among us."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of all the detectives changed.

among them……

This statement is almost like a ghost in human skin sneaking into a group of people in a horror movie.

Serabel's calm eyes swept over the faces of everyone at the table one by one.

"So my suggestion is that everyone search each other here now. Whoever finds the remote control will be the one who is pretending to be a ghost. What do you think?"

After a second of silence, Motegi Harushi tapped his knuckles on the table.

"I agree, let's do it."

Gunda Ikumi also raised her hand.

"I agree too."

Then there’s the White Horse Detective.

"Well, it does sound like a simple but useful method."

Although Senjian Fangshi did not speak, it seemed that she was inclined to do so from the way she nodded slightly thoughtfully.

Mouri Kogoro, the only one who didn't have any opinion, saw that everyone's opinions were one-sided, so he couldn't help but raise his hand in a hurry.

"Me too!"

After one round, most of the people expressed their opinions, and Serabel turned to Dashang, who was still biting his thumb and looking confused at the end, to wish good luck.

"Mr. Ogami, why didn't you say anything?"?

Chapter 265 He was touched to death by you

When a group of people face the same problem, one of them makes a well-founded analysis and gives a reasonable solution, and the others agree.

This is normal.

And if everyone else agrees, only one person is hesitant and hesitant to give a valid reason for his objection.

It is obvious, then, that the only person who hesitates is the one with the problem.

At present, six of the seven detectives have expressed their agreement, and the only one left who is still hesitant is Ogami Zhushan, who is known as the gourmet detective.

In fact, as Serabel said before, it doesn't matter even if he stands up and admits that he is himself.

After all, all the detectives here received a check worth 200 million yen before coming here. Although this may actually be the entire commission, it is quite generous to give so much money before starting the work. .

You pay and we do the work, it's just a transaction of your own free will.

Unless there is some other plot...

"Hey, hey, I'm telling you, this hidden organizer is really you, Mr. Ogami, right?" Gunda's beautiful lady crossed her legs and changed her position to urge.

"Although I'm not 100% sure, it's not impossible."

Motegi said jokingly, lighting a cigarette.

"Okay, why don't you say a few words? Now the pressure is on your side, Mr. Ogami?"

"NO, I have not……"

Dashang Zhushan opened his mouth, but did not say a single word.

It could be seen that he was already starting to get a little confused.

The white horse detective also raised his eyebrows slightly.

When things got to this point, everyone could see that there was definitely something wrong with Da Shang Zhu Shan, but everyone still retained the last trace of politeness and did not directly and completely break their faces.

However, there is one exception.

boom!

One hand grabbed the backrest of the seat behind the food detective, and with a sudden tug, he was thrown backwards, causing the man and the chair to fall heavily to the ground.

A slender cane blocked a small part of the light from above the head from top to bottom, and the tip of the cane hovered less than three centimeters above Dashang Zhushan's Adam's apple.

"You, what are you doing?!"

The young man's condescending figure was reflected in his wide eyes, and Zhu Shan shouted loudly with his eyes twitching.

"You talk too much."

Serabel was too lazy to say anything more to him. She hit the food detective with almost no force on the front teeth where he opened his mouth to speak. The pain was so severe that Zhu Shan quickly closed his mouth and did not dare to fart, so he could only moan. Woo sound.

Then he raised his chin to Motegi Harushi, who was looking at him with surprise and amazement.

"Can you help me search you?"

"...Hi, hi, hi, eh~"

Motegi touched his forehead and without saying anything else, he leaned over and started groping in the gourmet detective's clothes while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

If anything, he felt a little confused.

I originally thought that this guy Serra was of the same type as the guy with a white horse over there, but I didn't expect that when I saw Wen Wen Jingjing, he started to move his hands and it was so wild.

As soon as he disagreed, he raised his stool and pointed at his throat and said that he wanted to search him. He wanted to draw his gun and kill him in the next second. Where did you come from to be the leader of the purge team?

"Oh, found it."

It only took less than a minute to fumble around. By the time Motegi took his hand out of his clothes, there was already a Walkman remote control between his fingers.

This time, both the people and the stolen goods were captured.

"So is there anything else to say, the phantom of the God-forsaken boy who claims to make us kill each other for the treasure?"

Motegi scoffed mercilessly.

"I, I am..."

In fact, it was useless to say anything at this point, but Dashang Zhushan still wanted to struggle.