Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 412
Unlike the porch where there are many artworks, the hall is very empty, except for the stairs on both sides and the dark corridor next to the stairs, there are only photos hanging on the wall as decoration.

Because the entire annex building is made of obsidian, not painted with a layer of wall skin like the gold annex, so the entire hall looks dark and depressing even with warm light.

Fu Jiang briefly checked the wall, and after confirming that there were no organs, he lost interest in the hall.

This place is only suitable for holding dance parties, but there are not enough guests here.

If such a hall was not built to imitate European aristocrats, then perhaps it was just for nostalgia.

They too had been beloved before their dealings with the devil were exposed.

No, compared to this reason, Fu Jiang is more willing to believe that there is a magic circle hidden under the floor of this hall, as long as it is activated, all the souls of the guests can be captured.

This is more realistic, after all, their family is really not a good thing from the beginning to the end.

Going deep into the corridor on the right, watching Qinjiu turn on the light switch, Fu Jiang opened the only door in the long corridor.

"Here is it?" Fu Jiang turned his head to look at Qin Jiu beside him.

Gin turned on the chandelier above, "Collection Room."

As his words fell, the lamps lit up with a dim yellow light like the sunset.

Fu Jiang looked curiously at the exhibits placed in front of the glass cabinet. There was a painting or photo outside the showcase of each exhibit, and there were text introductions beside it.

But he couldn't understand any of those characters. He speculated that it was a language that didn't belong to any country.

He hummed the tune of "Seven Children" softly, opened the inventory, and took out the "translation glasses" that Hongzi gave him.

"Is it really just a song that calms you down?"

Fu Jiang once used this reason to prevaricate Gin, and Gin at that time believed it.

But looking at it now, that song is not simple. Every time Fu Jiang changes something out of thin air or disappears, he hums it.

Fu Jiang walked towards the display cabinet expressionlessly, "It will indeed bring me peace."

When you open the inventory, you can see the cash and bank cards he has stored. How can this not be reassuring?
Gin let out a breath through his nose, and didn't ask unnecessary questions.

He walked to the showcase, stood on the left side of Fu Jiang, looked at the pillows in the showcase, "Can you understand the text of the introduction?"

Fu Jiang responded directly with his actions. He introduced: "This is Vlad III's favorite pillow, and it has the effect of making people who sleep on it only have sweet dreams."

Fu Jiang moved a few steps sideways, looking at the pillow embroidered with lavender lace in the showcase.

"After losing it, Count Dracula had to sleep in a magic coffin in order to have a good dream. Therefore, the suspicious servant noticed something abnormal and reported it to the church. The legend that vampires can only sleep in coffins came out."

"The coffin you mentioned is the one over there?" Gin pointed to the corner of the collection room.

In a large showcase there, there is a luxuriously decorated coffin.

"It should be" Fu Jiang suddenly became worried.

Were the vampires really not after him?

I feel that this feud is not ordinary.

Fu Jiang was silent for a few seconds, "Don't you think it's ridiculous? Because I wanted to have a good dream, I was reported by someone, which exposed that I was really not a human being."

"Similar things are very common in history." Gin didn't intend to express any opinions on this matter.

Even sweet dreams are not allowed to be dreamed?This is a bit too much.

Even Gin occasionally wants to dream of single-handedly destroying the FBI.

Fu Jiang didn't continue this topic, but turned to look at other collections.

Many of the things here have special functions, and they are the only remaining heritage of their clan.

Although it is pitifully small compared with the Red Magic Clan, Fu Jiang is not picky.

But no matter how not picky, it is still difficult for Fu Jiang to be interested in these collections.

After all, if it is really a good thing, considering Alex's character, he will definitely carry it with him until he dies.

"There's nothing to see here." Fu Jiang shook his head, a little disappointed.

Perhaps in Alex's old house, it was difficult to find anything that could help him.

"Let me take you to the study." Qin Jiu guessed his purpose through Fu Jiang's behavior, "There are some books there that also have strange words."

"Okay." Fu Jiang nodded in agreement.

Since it is a book written in magical characters, it must be related to magic.

More or less it should work.

Fu Jiang followed Gin and returned to the hall, went up the stairs on the right, and came to a large study after several corners.

It wouldn't be surprising to say that this is a library.

Gin pointed to the red carpet laid on the obsidian floor, "Sit here and wait, I'll get you the book."

He skillfully walked through the bookshelves, and found the book he was looking for precisely from above.

A few minutes later, Gin came back here with a stack of books in his arms, and put the books on the carpet.

"Are you familiar with this place?" Fu Jiang raised his eyebrows.

With the memory of gin, it is incredible to remember which book is placed in which position on which shelf.

What's more, this should have been more than ten years ago for gin.

"Very familiar." Gin replied briefly, and then asked, "Are you going to read in the next time?"

"Besides, is there any other room in this annex that might interest me?" Fu Jiang, who was sitting on the carpet against the wall, looked up.

Gin thought for a while, then shook his head, "If there are really many anomalies in the annex, then I don't know nothing about magic."

"Then read." Fu Jiang picked up the books stacked on the floor and picked them out one by one.

Gin went straight to a bookshelf, took out a book, sat cross-legged on the carpet, put his top hat aside, and looked down quietly.

It's like going back to my teenage years.

On the other side, Fu Jiang's brows began to twitch when he read the titles of "Love and Hate of the Sunya Family", "The Pope and the Seven Witches", "The Law of Enchantment" and so on.

No, these are some messy books, what about the good magic books?
What he wanted was a book about how to use magic, not a book about gossip about famous people in the wizarding world.

Although the latter can also be called a "magic book" briefly, but the meaning is completely different, okay?

Finally, Fu Jiang found a useful book.

It looks tattered and turned over many times, with lots of circles and bars in red pen, and additional annotations added.

Even if Fu Jiang didn't use the translation glasses given by Hongzi to translate, he could tell that this was a textbook.

Fortunately, this is a "primary school" textbook. There is no word "primary school" in the magic text, but it probably means this by analogy.

Opening the catalog, skipping the preface, Fu Jiang turned directly to the third page.

Courage disintegration: According to the formula ￥#%@%, calculate the strength of other people's courage, consume 0.1 souls and multiply the base number #%@ to get the actual consumption.

What?Fu Jiang shook his hand and almost threw the book out.

It's broken, the translation glasses are out of order, and the formulas composed of ancient magic words cannot be converted into modern mathematical formulas by relying on rigid translation.

Fu Jiang rubbed his forehead in distress. This can probably be solved by Hongzi. As a witch, Hongzi must have learned these things.

If Hong Zi can't do it, then it's the same to go to Lao Ligong, but that's putting the cart before the horse.

He came to Alex's old house to find a way to check and balance Gong Gong, not to let himself need Gong Gong's help.

Fu Jiang took a look at the usage method, but he still couldn't understand it, but the red pen circled this section and marked the main points on the side.

Imagine the target is a bird encased in an eggshell, and you, the snake, swallow the egg whole, digest it, and spit the bird out when the shell dissolves.

Fu Jiang summed it up, it is "abandoning birds and eating shells", simple.

The tricks summed up by the predecessors are really in vain.

(End of this chapter)