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

The coffin is placed at the end of the tomb. Correspondingly, there is a small high platform similar to an altar. The base is integrated with the arc-shaped pools on both sides. Candles are placed on the edge of the pool to serve as everlasting lamps.

Occasionally, a breeze blows, causing ripples to appear on the water in the pool.

Among all the people present, the only one who smoked was Mouri Kogoro. He took out a lighter from his body and lit the candles one by one without hesitation.

The warm firelight immediately filled the entire tomb.

"I didn't expect there was such a place under the castle..."

Serabel looked around, and finally her eyes fell on the coffin at the end of the tomb.

"So Miss Kasaka, is this your great-grandfather or..."

"I think it was great-grandmother."

Kasaka Natsumi stepped forward and said.

"My great-grandfather's grave is in the cemetery of the castle outside, and because my great-grandmother was Russian, she couldn't be buried in the cemetery of my ancestors, so she was buried here."

She walked around the small circular platform in the middle of the pools on both sides and came to the coffin. Her fingertips lightly touched the surface of the coffin, and she couldn't help but be slightly stunned when her eyes fell.

It was a Western lock with retro patterns carved on it, and it was fastened between the joints of the coffin.

The shape of the lock's keyhole happened to exactly match the key she took out on the cruise ship.

Serabel came to her side: "Generally speaking, there are two situations when locking something. One is that you don't want the contents inside to be seen or obtained by anyone, and the other is that you don't want the contents inside to be seen or obtained by anyone. On the basis of certain conditions, we also hope that the locks set in the future can be opened by the right person."

"I think my great-grandfather's idea was probably the latter." Natsumi Kasaka smiled.

"If it was the former, my great-grandfather could have locked the key inside, but he didn't do that. Instead, he chose to keep the key and give it to my grandmother. Now my grandmother has given it to me. .”

After saying this, as if she had made up her mind, Natsumi Kasaka leaned over the coffin with serious eyes and took out the key from the bag she carried with her.

Gently insert it in and the shape will match perfectly.

Another twist... click, and the lock is unlocked.

"It actually opened..."

Natsumi Kasaka murmured and stood up, looking at the Western lock that had been removed from her hand. She stayed for a while and then turned to look at Serabel.

"Then Sera-kun, I'll leave it to you."

"Understand~"

After receiving the host's approval, Serabel leaned forward slightly, put her hands on the edge of the coffin lid, muttered an insult silently, and then lifted it up——

In the tomb, the candlelight flickered.

The light shines into the coffin, which is a completely rotten and weathered corpse with only white bones left, lying quietly in it, with his hands folded on the abdomen.

And what was placed on his chest was another memory egg.

Huh~ It’s really here.

There was no disturbance in Serabel's heart. He had predicted that the final result would be like this before he stepped into the tomb.

But just because he has no troubles doesn't mean that others can also have no troubles.

Don’t forget, this is worth more than 15 billion...

"Sorry, although it's a bit inappropriate to say this, can you please let me take a look?"

Sure enough, at the next moment, Secretary Maozi, who had not spoken much during the whole journey, squeezed over.

The kind-hearted Natsumi Kasaka was unguarded, and nodded after being stunned for a moment.

"Okay, please go ahead."

"Thank you."

Siluov was not polite. He solemnly lifted the second Egg of Memory from the coffin with both hands and then gently opened it from the mechanism connection in the middle.

The opening method is exactly the same as the one from the Suzuki Consortium, but... there is nothing inside.

"It's empty!?"

Secretary Mao Xiong's rough face revealed a moment of astonishment.

He couldn't believe the reality in front of him. The second memory egg that everyone had worked so hard to find was actually empty inside?

"Could it be a design similar to Russian matryoshka dolls?" Conan guessed.

"Matryoshka?"

Feeling as if she had caught some inspiration, Serabel touched her chin.

He couldn't help but snatch the egg of memories from Secretary Mao Xiong's hand, and then extended his hand to "White Bird Police Department Assistant" who had a big bag on his shoulder.

"Give me that one too."

"..."

Although she was pretending to be a certain Miss Phantom Thief, Chiko Kuroba, who was the temporary target of Shiratori, still looked very respectfully at Mrs. Suzuki beside her for instructions.

Tomoko Suzuki smiled slightly and said nothing.

So the two eggs of memories all came to Serabel's hands.

Under the candlelight, he looked down at the two secret treasures of the Tsar in his hands, which were worth a total of more than 15 billion yen. The London Glory Executioner took a deep breath and put the smaller one containing the statues of the Tsar's family into the empty one inside. But from the larger egg of memories, there was a voice that sounded as happy as Shi Lezhi after the remnants of an old gangster from Hyrule were successfully constructed.

"Aha..."

Not to mention, it was really successful. It was embedded in it perfectly. Even the base and texture fit perfectly, as if they were integrated.

Inspired by this, Serabel placed the two eggs of memories squarely on the only small high platform in the entire tomb.

However, I always feel like something is missing...

Because there is a cylindrical-shaped hole left in the middle of the circular platform, even though the base part can still cover it perfectly after the Memory Egg is placed on it, it always feels like something is missing if nothing is placed inside.

You can't put a candle in it, or the eggs will be burned directly...

Serabel was a little confused for a moment.

"Flashlight!" Conan had an idea.

"Oh oh."

Thinking of the previous light-opening mechanism, Sirouf immediately hurriedly approached and handed over the flashlight.

But Serabel moved one step faster.

He directly put the mobile phone screen with the flash on in constant-light mode face down on the small high platform, and then placed the Memory Egg on it. The light was aimed directly under the base of the Memory Egg.

In an instant, a beam of light shines into the egg from bottom to top. The double-layered eggshell becomes translucent under the light, while the golden statue inside slowly rises, without any clockwork driving it. The page in the emperor's hand slowly opened.

The light passes through the pages as if through a magical prism.

The next moment, a beam of light was split into countless rays, traveling in all directions through the egg, and finally shot out from the gem holes on the surface of the egg in all directions, and were projected on the walls of the tomb chamber as moving photos.

"What happened...wait, this, this is..."

Everyone looked at the scene that happened in front of them in great shock.

Serabel also raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he glanced at the two adjacent pictures, he let out a rare and surprised "hmm".

Just as everyone was immersed in this miraculous scene, an imperceptible sound of the muffler being tightened came quietly from the steps outside the tomb. ?

Chapter 148 London Glory Executioner

"These, these are photos of Emperor Nicholas's family!"

Looking at the photos projected on the surrounding walls from the memory egg on the small platform in the tomb, Sirouf was shocked.

Mouri Kogoro also marveled.

"It turns out that what Emperor Nicholas II and his family in the statue are reading are not books, but... photo albums."

"That's why it's called 'memory'."

Conan finally reacted at this time.

This is a truly shocking scene.

Although the invention of the projector can be traced back to the seventeenth century, at that time it only used light to illuminate a photo to the extent that the picture on the photo was hazy and displayed on the wall.

However, a Japanese craftsman named Kasaka Kiichi was able to hand-carve so many photos of Emperor Nicholas II and his family into a small sculpture at the end of the [-]th century when industrial precision was still far from the norm. In the pure gold pages, it is also made into such an imaginative mechanism that it can be called unconstrained.

Even Tomoko Suzuki couldn't help but shake her head in praise.

"A miracle...no, simply magic."

No wonder he is said to be a magician at the end of the century...

Serabel recalled the translation information she had found through the web page on her mobile phone on the way here.

At this moment Gan Jiangyi's eyes fell on one of the photos that happened to be floating around, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Look, that man isn't Rasputin!"

Rasputin?

Hearing this rather Maozi-like pronunciation, Serabel followed his voice and turned her eyes.

This is a name that resonates loudly, and it is impossible for anyone who has a little knowledge of Russian history not to have heard of this name.

It was the legendary monster monk who brought trouble to the entire Romanov dynasty. His life experience was extremely absurd. He survived several assassinations in his life. He was finally found drowned in the river. When his body was found, his right eye had also been missing.

At this moment, one of the men appearing in the photo that Gan Jiangyi pointed to was Rasputin, who was still alive at the time, and next to him was a Japanese man who looked quite gentle.

"Mr. Kasaka Kiichi actually took a photo with Rasputin." Siluov was very surprised.

Although the evaluation of Rasputin, the Russian monster monk, in later generations was almost all infamy, in the Romanov dynasty at that time, Rasputin was almost synonymous with god, and even Nicholas II and his family were regarded as It's very easy to control.

But there are photos of Kasaka Kiichi taking photos with him...

Before he had time to think about it, Secretary Maozi suddenly felt someone tapping him lightly on his shoulder.

Turning around, Serabel pointed to one of the family photos of Nicholas II floating on the wall, and looked at one of them, who was wearing a sea soul shirt and looked [-]% similar to Natsumi Kasaka. the beautiful girl asked.

"Which daughter of Emperor Nicholas is this?"

"Ah, she is Princess Maria, the third daughter of Nicholas II..."

At this moment, another photo floated up. Sirouf glanced at it, and his words suddenly stopped, followed by a strong shake and look of disbelief.

Although there are slight changes in the appearance of Princess Maria when she was wearing the sea soul shirt in the previous photo, there is no doubt that she is the same person, but she looks more mature in the latter photo.

And that was a group photo... to be precise, it was a wedding photo, a wedding photo with Kasaka Kiichi.

"Wait a minute, doesn't that mean Miss Kasaka is..."

Secretary Lao Maozi was completely shocked.

Tomoko Suzuki smiled: "Everyone in the world thought that Nicholas's family was killed in the October Revolution, and the bloodline of the Tsar was completely cut off, but they didn't expect that this was actually the case."

(Note: This is the setting of the Conan universe. In real history, all Nikolai’s family were killed)

At the same time, Kasaka Natsumi also noticed this.

Perhaps it was the intimacy imprinted in her blood that made her recognize her great-grandfather in the photo without even noticing it.

"It turns out this is my great-grandmother. I finally met her..."

Siluov was silent for a while: "If...if the Tsar's family had not died at that time, this might really be the best gift."

As the words fell, the remaining clockwork of the Egg of Memories seemed to have finally come to an end. As the pure gold statue in the translucent egg re-closed the book pages in its hands and fell back to its original state, a scene in the tomb was reflected on the wall. The photos gradually disappeared.

"I take it back, if it's this kind of art, I'm still quite interested."

Serabel said, as if she was still immersed in the shock brought by the most advanced human craftsmanship at the end of the nineteenth century.

However, no one noticed that a dangerous red dot quietly climbed up his right eye like a poisonous insect.

In the darkness, someone quietly pulled the trigger.

Pi——!

A gunshot sounded like a leak of air.

The bullets shot out, but no blood spattered.