Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

"I'll forget it. Just leave this troublesome matter to you young people. I'll just wait for your good news at home." Qianshi Qianxun yawned and turned around to go back to the room.

"it's a pity--"

Misaki Uekusa said this, but looking at her expression, she didn't feel any pity at all.

"So who else is quitting?"

"I."

Quite unexpectedly, the second person to offer to withdraw was actually Shiina Mashiro.

She was completely awake at this time, and although she still had her usual expressionless face, her eyes were completely serious.

"If I go, I might cause trouble to Usama Shu, and the Newcomer Award will end soon. I will finish what I should do and wait for Usama Shu to come back at Sakurasou."

"That's it."

Misaki Kamikusa nodded knowingly, then raised her arms.

"Then—let's go!"

……

Then time was pulled back to the present. On the winding mountain road in heavy rain in Tottori Prefecture, two figures, one tall, one short, one young and one old, were silently facing each other.

On one side is a high school detective from Sobu High School who has become famous in the past two years.

On one side is the armchair war god who is said to be able to easily uncover the answers to mysteries just by sitting in an easy chair and listening to the case being told.

"Can you please stop blocking the road? Old lady, it's very dangerous for you to do this." Qin Ushu said.

"Is it dangerous..."

Senjian Fangshiro laughed.

"As you can see, my car is broken down here now, and no one usually comes here. If I don't do this, maybe even if someone passes by and sees it, they won't stop the car. "

"It's simple. If you have trouble, just call the police. That's it."

Qin Sanshu snapped her fingers and turned around to walk towards the taxi.

Senjian Shidai probably didn't expect that this guy would take such an unconventional path, so he couldn't help but froze on the spot for a moment, and then smiled bitterly.

"I thought the legendary high school detective from Chiba Sobu High School would be a kind-hearted young man, but I didn't expect..."

Qin Xianshu put his hand on the car door handle and laughed twice in an extremely perfunctory manner without any hesitation: "You're too hasty, Detective Qianjian. As long as I have no morals, no one can kidnap me morally."

"That's really..."

Qianjian Jiandai had nothing to say, he could only shake his head and sigh.

Facing the young man in front of him who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, the elderly armchair war god actually felt the slightest difficulty.

She decided to give in: "Then let's make a deal. We are all the ones who have received the invitation letter. Since the destination is the same, why don't you ask the driver to give me a ride to Dusk Villa, and I will pay the entire fare for you. ,How about it?"

"Oh?"

Qin Xianshu glanced at her unexpectedly and nodded cheerfully.

"make a deal."

"..."

Somehow, looking at the happy smile on the other person's face, Qianjian Fangshi suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Chapter 154 Blood stains 50 years ago

The taxi drove around one hill after another along the winding mountain road in the rain.

This kind of mountain road with one side leaning against the mountain wall and one side leaning against the cliff is difficult to drive, not to mention it is raining so heavily. The road that should have taken almost half an hour has to be driven for an hour and a half. The driving experience is just like the one I played when I was a child. The mini-game where you will die when you hit a wall while walking in a pipeline is equally exciting.

When the taxi finally stopped at its destination, the driver's hands holding the steering wheel were trembling slightly.

Correspondingly, Qian Jian's paying hand also trembled slightly.

At first she just wanted to hitch a ride, but in the end she took more than half of the cash in her wallet.

Although those who can make a name for themselves as detectives wouldn’t be short of money, it’s not like this!

The rain outside the car window was much lighter than an hour ago. Qin Sanshu opened the car door and walked out of the car despite the rain. He looked around.

This is a flat-topped hilltop, with a luxurious villa that is exactly the same as the simple drawing on the invitation envelope. It looks like a black king's castle under the cover of night. The white marble is carved into a European palace style and a high wall is built. , the gorgeous and solid courtyard door opened wide like a welcome guest.

Looking around, you can see several cars parked in the courtyard in front of the annex, including classic models like the Ferrari F40 and Alfa Romeo Giulietta.

"It seems that someone has arrived before us." Putting his wallet away a little distressedly, Qianjian Yushiro stepped out of the car and looked in the direction of Qin Ushu's line of sight and said.

"Indeed, at least it proves that we are not the only two people who were deceived." Qin Sanshu said and walked towards the door of the annex, "If the invitation is fake."

"What do you mean?" Qian Jianjiandai was confused.

Qin Sanshu didn't look back: "It's very simple. The value of an annex will be very high, so high that it is prohibitive for normal people, but the cost of the invitation letter is very low, so low that even low-income households can easily Song made several copies of the letter that were identical and beautifully packaged.”

"Are you trying to say that this might be someone's prank?" Qianjian Fangshi understood. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could someone do such a boring thing."

"Who can say for sure~"

Stepping into the courtyard and arriving at the main entrance of the annex, the wooden door was tightly closed. Two classical-shaped lights on the left and right under the eaves were on, and a faint warm light illuminated an area near the entrance.

Qin Xianshu stepped forward and was about to knock on the door knocker without thinking. Just then, in the Alfa Romeo not far to the right, someone opened the door from the driver's seat and stepped out with one leg.

He was a middle-aged man with a very Asian appearance but an American gangster temperament and appearance. He was slender and about forty years old.

It wasn't that he had any objections to Qin Ushu's knocking on the door. In fact, from the moment the man got off the car, his eyes fell directly on Qian Jianshu, who was walking behind Qin Ushu.

"Long time no see. You were invited to come too, Sister Qianjian!" He greeted directly.

"Yeah, long time no see, Brother Motegi." Senjian Yudai smiled back, "But since I can see you here, it shouldn't be a problem. After all, I saw you in the newspaper before. Zhou was attacked by the Mafia in Chicago."

"Hey, that's all in the past." Motegi Harushi smiled handsomely.

The tone of the conversation between the two parties was very familiar, and it was obvious that they had a pretty good relationship in private.

After the simple greetings, Motegi Harushi turned his attention to Qin Ushu.

He pondered for a while, then smacked his teeth and frowned, as if he had remembered but not completely, and finally choked out a sentence.

"By the way, this little brother looks familiar to me..."

"Who is this……"

Qianjian Jiedai was about to speak, but was directly interrupted by Qin Ushu.

"Qin Ushu, a high school student at Chiba Sobu High School, just call me Ushu."

"Oh! I remember, he's the famous high school detective in the Kanto region, right? My name is Motegi Haruhi, nice to meet you." Motegi Haruhi looked suddenly enlightened, and then he was a little impressed, "Yeah~ It’s really good. I’m already a detective on my own at the age of 17. I remember when I was 17, I was still worried about my studies.”

This is a person who is easy to like at first sight.

"Hahaha, this is how the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead." Senjian Jiashiro smiled, "Speaking of which, Motegi, you will be 40 years old in three days, so you should be ready to get married and have children, right?"

"Hey, who can tell what will happen in the future~" Motegi Harushi said vaguely.

While the two were chatting, Qin Xianshu silently reached out and knocked on the door knocker.

The heavy door knocker collided with the wooden door one after another, making three sounds that were almost metallic but duller.

A few seconds later, with the sound of a door lock turning inside, the closed door slowly opened inward, and a young woman with short hair wearing a maid uniform and some freckles on her cheeks appeared behind the door.

She scanned the faces of the three people outside the door one by one. After confirming, she bowed gracefully and said: "It's Mr. Motegi, Mr. Qin, and Ms. Chiyo, right? I've been waiting for a long time. Please, please Come in."

As she spoke, the maid took the initiative to step aside and motioned for everyone to enter the room.

Qin Sanshu walked in first. The lights in the annex were bright. His eyes swept from left to right and he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

The entrance hall is as big as Sakurasou's living room, and on both sides of the entrance are the stairs leading to the second floor.

The stair handrails are all made of brown-red solid wood, and each step is covered with soft red carpet.

But this is not the point.

Although it looked very light and difficult to detect with the naked eye if you were not careful, Qin Ushu still noticed that the stair handrails and some parts of the railings were covered with a layer of light brown substance, with the overall shape of a splash. Radial.

"This should be blood." He walked over and tilted his head to take a serious look, and said with determination, "Blood from 50 years ago."

"really."

Motegi Harushi, who had just entered the door behind, also nodded, but he was looking at the door of the annex behind him.

The color of the door of the annex is lighter than the handrail, more brown than red, and the light brown dried blood coagulated on it looks particularly obvious.

And because the whole is a flat surface, the area will visually feel larger and easier to distinguish. The light brown irregular shape spreads from the door panel to the door handle, as if someone had poured a whole basin of blood on it. .

It's hard to imagine what happened here.

"It seems that we really came to the right place this time." He whispered.

"Yes." Qin Sanshu also said.

He took a deep breath of the air in the annex, his eyes showing anticipation after a long absence.

At the same time, on the winding mountain road two or three kilometers away from here, a modified Suzuki Langdi was speeding up the mountain!

Chapter 155 Detectives gather!

Under the guidance of the maid, everyone put their umbrellas in the plastic bucket at the door, which was specially used to store dripping water from the umbrellas, so as to prevent the water droplets that slipped from the umbrella tips from dripping everywhere in the room.

Qin Sanshu didn't bring an umbrella, so naturally he didn't need to put one down. When others were putting out umbrellas, he looked left and right at the entrance, and then he discovered something magical.

That is, whether it was the dried blood stains that he first noticed on the handrail of the stairs, or the same type of blood stains that Haruhi Motegi later found on the back of the door, these traces that should have appeared at the murder scene actually showed no sign of being wiped. nor.

In other words, this villa has not undergone any changes in the 50 years since the tragedy occurred, and everything remains as it was when the incident occurred.

If you think about it for a moment, you will realize that if a normal person buys a house, even if it is a haunted house for cheap, he will not even do anything to deal with the blood stains in the house.

When you look at these things every day, don’t you think it’s very permeating?

Then there are only two possibilities.

Either the current owner of this villa is a psychopath, or he just likes to live in a house full of the smell of death.

Either these traces were deliberately kept by the current owner, who did not live here at all, and kept these traces just for this detective gathering.

If it's the former, then there's nothing to say. Neurotic brain circuits can never be measured with common sense.

But if it's the latter, then the purpose is highly questionable.

Do you want to rely on these clues to entrust them to help uncover the truth of the tragedy 50 years ago?

Or does it have another deeper meaning?

Analyzing the purpose through the other party's behavior and performance is Qin Uanshu's common idea. He looked around and tried to conduct in-depth analysis.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the back room from far to near.

"Is there anyone? Where is the person?"

"what……"

The maid looked out, and what came out of the back room was a slightly wealthy middle-aged man with a well-trimmed mustache. The two raised eyebrows under his neatly combed back were full of the intention of asking for punishment.

"Sorry, excuse me for a moment."

After whispering sorry to everyone who had just placed umbrellas in plastic buckets at the gate, the maid immediately turned around and hurriedly greeted them.

"That's Gourmet Detective Ogami Shuzen." Motegi Harushi whispered.

"Oh, that's him. He does look like he likes to eat delicious food." Qianjian Yushiro nodded in agreement.

Qin Xianshu took a look but said nothing.

In fact, he hasn't said a word since he entered the annex, not solemnly, but seriously.

Judging from the tip of the iceberg that the current detective gathering has shown, Qin Uanshu must admit that from a game perspective, this may be a dungeon worthy of his full attention to clear the level.

On the other side, the gourmet detective who looked like he was in trouble said, "I went to the kitchen just now to take a look. It seems that all the ingredients are here, but why didn't I see the chef?"

"That's because..." The maid hesitated and began to explain.

After a while—

"What? You said the chef suddenly fell ill and couldn't come!?" Dashang Zhushan was furious, "Are you kidding? That's not what we said at the beginning. I came all the way here just for this dinner!"

"I'm really sorry..." the maid apologized helplessly.