[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly.

The smell of barbecue seemed to turn into a smell of burnt meat in an instant, and it was getting closer and closer to him.

There were a few drops of cold sweat on Abe's forehead. He held the doorknob and turned his head slowly.

The room was empty, nothing that wasn't supposed to be there.Abe swallowed his saliva and breathed a sigh of relief.When he raised his head again, Negishi Masaki's face covered with burn marks was right in front of his face, and his eyeballs without eyelids stared at him firmly.

"what!"

Abe Feng let out a short scream, turned his head and slapped on the door more desperately.

There was a click of the handle, and the door, which could not be pushed no matter what, suddenly opened a crack, revealing the dark corridor outside the door.

Abe hesitated for a moment, but Negishi Masaki who was gradually approaching him had already cut off his retreat, he didn't dare to hesitate, and ran out of the room full of burnt smell.

The hallway was dark, with only a little light on the walls.

He instinctively approached the light source, but after getting closer, he realized that the faint light on the wall was actually a pair of eyeballs without eyelids.

Huge fear instantly enveloped him, as if even the blood stopped flowing in an instant.

Reason screamed in his head for him to run, but the body moved slowly in the overwhelming fear.The eyeballs on the wall also moved with his movements, and the roots of the whites of the eyes were covered with blue veins and blood.

A hand suddenly came out from the floor, firmly clasped Abe's calf, and the nails were deeply embedded in his flesh.

The flame was still burning in the ghost's hand, and the flame kept drilling into Abe's body along the wound. He clearly felt the pain of his body being burned by the flame.

"I was wrong! I was wrong Masaki! I didn't do it on purpose, I really can't help it!"

Abe burst into tears, desperately apologizing to the charred corpse approaching behind him.

"I have no choice. My company is in debt. It owes a full 3 million yen. You know, you know that our family is just a small business, and we have no ability to pay it back directly!

I will go bankrupt, I will live on the streets, and I will live a life worse than a beggar every day! "

However, no one listened to his story at all. As Abe was torn off a piece of flesh by the ghost's hands, he fell to the ground screaming in pain, and more ghost hands rose from under the floor, pressing him to the ground and tearing him tightly.

"You are my friend, my good friend for so many years, you will definitely help me, right! As long as you die, you can help me!!"

The charred corpse approached Abe, who had fallen to the ground. The blood-red eyeballs frantically trembled up and down in the eye sockets. Suddenly, there was a plop, and the two eyeballs fell out of their sockets. Only a few nerves remained in the black eye sockets, and blood flowed down the eyeballs. Drop by drop fell on Abe's body.

The blood seemed to be like magma, and the hot Abe screamed again and again.

When the scorched corpse's hand finally grabbed Abe Feng's head and squeezed his skull until it rattled, Abe Feng finally couldn't help but let out a scream, and passed out completely.

When the darkness receded, there were no scorched corpses or dark corridors, and Abe was still lying on his hotel bed in good condition, without a single wound on his body.

It's just that the face is very distorted, and the whole body is still breaking out in cold sweat, as if dreaming of something extremely frightening.

Wakagi Ryo opened the small map, which showed that Abe Yutaka's vital signs were still quite healthy.

Oh, let's continue.

Abe suddenly woke up from the bed, and subconsciously touched his whole body, without touching any wounds.

The emotion of fear was gradually diluted by the joy of the rest of his life, he couldn't help grinning the corners of his mouth and let out a triumphant laugh.

"Hahaha Negishi Masaki, if you want to blame it, blame yourself for being too stupid! Which normal person would use his own life to insure others! You are so stupid, how can you blame me for killing you directly!"

Tick, tick, tick...

The cold liquid dripped onto Abe's forehead, and his insolent laughter suddenly choked back into his stomach like a quail being strangled by the neck.

Abe knew in his heart that he must not raise his head at this time, but his muscles and nerves would not listen to the manipulation under fear. He raised his head and looked towards the ceiling.

"what!!!!"

The third round, the fourth round...

Wakagi Ryo has been using the "perception technique" to investigate Abe's condition. Sometimes when a person's fear reaches a limit, the human body will start a self-protection mechanism, causing the body to fall into a certain degree of shock.

However, when this level can be adjusted manually...

Wakagi Ryo kept Abe Yutaka in a state of being scared to death all night, but not completely scared to death, and kept dreaming one after another incomparably real nightmare.

It wasn't until the information fed back on the small map that Abe's ability to withstand it was approaching the limit, and he would really be scared to death if he continued, did he pat the dust that didn't exist on his body and left the room.

Metropolitan Police Department, search a lesson.

Because both the corpse and the murderer were natives of Tokyo, the case was still handed over to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, which made old acquaintances see that the police department started working overtime as soon as they woke up.

With gauze on Ruo Muliang's face, he carried a small bag of breakfast, and gave it to Kogoro Moori and others who had been up all night.

"Oh thank you Wakagi, I'm really starving to death."

Mori Kogoro took the plastic bag, first gave the hot milk and toast to Xiaolan and Conan, and then picked up his own and started to gobble it up.

"Thank you, Brother Ruomu." Xiaolan covered her mouth and yawned big, with clear dark circles under her eyes.

On the other hand, Conan seems to be in good spirits. He has a talent for staying up late at a young age. No wonder his height is getting smaller and smaller.

"Brother Maori, when Yutaka Abe comes over, go home and rest as soon as the inquiry is over, the two children can't help it."

"Police!"

Takagi ran over panting, "Abe Yu, he...he..."

"He's here, right? I'll go right away."

"He turned himself in!"

"What?!" x3

Police Department Megure, Mori Kogoro and Conan rushed out and ran towards the interrogation room.

Mao Lilan took half a beat in a daze, raised her head, and saw Ruomuliang's smiling side face in the morning light.

Well, it feels a little cold, probably because I am too tired.

Chapter 64

Time flies by, and more than a month has passed, returning to autumn when the maple leaves are flying from the upcoming winter.

Ruo Muliang stepped on the thick fallen leaves on the road, and embarked on the road to the residence of an antique collector.

The antique collector Maru Denjiro is also on the list given by Gin.

But it's not to kill him, but to get an antique mask from him.

Of course, Gin's original words were that if this ignorant collector dared to open his mouth, he would be sent on his way.

Click on the picture in the attachment of the task, and looked at the white energy face many times, but Ruo Muliang couldn't find out where the organization was interested in.

When I rushed to the collector's house, unexpectedly, I didn't even see a servant.

Ruo Muliang hesitated and stepped into the yard of Marudenjiro's house, and saw two familiar figures.

"Xiao Ran, Conan, why are you here?"

"Brother Ruomu?"

After seeing the familiar duo, Ruo Muliang knew that he didn't need to do anything, this antique collector was dead.

"Why are you two the only ones here, isn't Uncle Maori here?"

Xiaolan smiled awkwardly, and said: "Originally, Dad came to report the progress of Mr. Maru Denjiro's commission, but it seems that a guest came during the period, and Mr. Maru went to receive the guest first, and he hasn't come back until now.

Dad was a little impatient waiting, so he went out to check the situation first.Where's Brother Ruomu? "

Ruo Muliang: "There is an elder who likes a certain Noh noodles in Mr. Maru's collection very much, but he can't come because of something, so please come over and buy it for him."

"So that's how it is, then..."

"what!!!!"

A scream sounded, as if a switch had been pressed, and Conan and Xiao Lan immediately ran towards the direction of the scream.

Of course, the two Reapers, big and small, came to the set, and this Marudenjiro must be very cool.

It didn't take long before the Metropolitan Police Department's model worker Mumu Police Department rushed to the scene with a sense of non-existent police officers.

The entire reception room was in a mess, with knife marks all over every corner of the room, including criss-cross marks on the floor and ceiling.

Cryptophobic patients feel unwell.

Ruo Muliang looked up at the ceiling and frowned.

"Brother Ruomu, did you find anything?"

Ruo Muliang knelt down and touched Conan's forehead.

"When the murderer arranged the scene, didn't he pay attention to the height of the deceased?"

Conan:?

Ruo Muliang glanced at the former high school student who had degenerated into a primary school student, shouldn't you be more sensitive to such issues such as height and size, Shinichi-kun?

"The deceased was only in his early 150s, and even with the length of his arms and the sword, he still couldn't reach the roof. What is this, jumping up and chopping the ceiling?"

Ruomu Liangxu complained.

Although many Japanese-style houses are indeed relatively low and cramped, they are limited to low-rent apartments and ordinary houses. This situation does not exist in luxury apartments or Japanese-style mansions where rich people live.

==Is the height of the deceased really suitable for you to complain at the scene of the crime?

Conan's expression immediately changed from the shock when he found the body to the same type of complaint.

At this time, according to the basic law of Ke Xue's world: the choice of one of three fates is gradually taking effect. In just 10 minutes, the three suspects appeared in front of the detectives and the police in turn.

"Brother Ruomu, come here too, your name is also on the deceased's notebook."

Ruo Muliang: Well, this episode has become one of four choices, and the suspect is myself.

Coincidentally, during the time of the incident, no one had an alibi.

Conan looked at the other three suspects in turn. As for Ruo Muliang, he had intuitively classified him as innocent for the first time.

His eyes unconsciously stayed on Suwa Yuuji for more time.

Among the three suspects, he is the tallest, so it should be easier to cut the ceiling.

Bah, bah, bah, realizing that he was being sidetracked by Ruo Muliang's casual complaints, Conan shook his head, and refocused on sorting out the case and the existing clues.

Suspect No. [-], Dr. Hatano, was the wife of the deceased, the object of an extramarital affair. According to Mrs. Maru, they had been in the Mihua Hotel since lunch today, and they didn't come back together until around five o'clock.

Damn it, this enviable staying power really doesn't deserve this surname (strike out)

The second suspect, Yuuji Suwa, a kendo master, borrowed a sum of money from the deceased before, and the purpose of coming here today is to pay back the money.

Suspect No. [-], Ajiujin, a sculptor, also borrowed a sum of money from the deceased, but was unable to repay it temporarily, so he wanted to ask the deceased to give him some grace.

Although the posture of asking "I will definitely pay back the money, if you dare to sell that thing, I will kill you" seems a bit wrong.

Shouldn't the correct requesting posture be lying on the ground, and then...cough

And in the messy room full of knife marks, the dragon sculpture he cared about the most was not injured at all.

If you think about it this way, the culprit is still...

"The culprit is definitely Suwa Yuuji."

"That's right."

Conan rubbed his chin and nodded, and said, "Well, the fact that the sculpture is unharmed is too deliberate, and the message on the answering machine is also very strange. The only way to leave a message when you know the deceased is not there is probably the murderer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan suddenly realized something was wrong, like a broken doll, he turned his head stiffly frame by frame to look at Ryo Wakagi.

The emotional value frantically swiped across Ruo Muliang's panel like a flood.

The emotional value of the hero is really good.

"But there's no conclusive evidence yet, right?"

Ruo Muliang didn't seem to know what kind of impact the words just had on Conan's young mind, so he suddenly bent down and picked up Conan and put him in front of the knife-scarred cabinet.

Conan:! !

Although my mind is still struggling with whether Brother Ruomu knows my identity, but the detective instinct sees that the knife marks on the cabinet are disconnected, and the beginning and the end are not coherent.

A flash of light still flashed through his mind.

That's it, I get it!

Conan raised his head and looked at Ruo Muliang with expectant eyes.

Hurry up and solve the case, Brother Ruomu!If you don't go again, uncle doesn't know what outrageous conclusions you are going to come up with.

However, Ruo Muliang yawned as if he didn't understand Conan's eyes at all, and leaned against the wall to play with his mobile phone.