Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 593 Your wife is gone
"Huh? He actually showed up on his own initiative?"

Granny Qianjian pushed her glasses suspiciously.

The maid responded, and immediately remembered what she had speculated just now that "the master probably doesn't intend to show up", and lowered her head in embarrassment.

She blushed slightly, turned sideways quietly, let the door open, and led the guests.

……

A group of people walked through the corridor and came to the restaurant.

Pushing open the double doors, one can see three tables arranged in a ∏ shape in the dining room—two long tables facing each other, and the short table facing the door and farthest away from the door has a person sitting upright.

The "owner" sat at the main seat, with a set of tableware with delicate patterns in front of him.

He was wearing a black robe and a purple pointed hood. His face was tightly covered, only two faint eye holes were exposed. He looked like a villain in a game that had accidentally slipped into reality.

Jiang Xia: "..." Good, good middle school two.

Aside, Cowboy Detective apparently thought the same.

And he said it out loud: "Haha, do you watch too much TV? It is said that Kidd is an uncle in his forties. Why do you look like a 14-year-old second-year student?"

The second child in the restaurant ignored him.

Seeing that everyone is here, the host said in a deep voice: "Famous detectives present. I sincerely welcome you to this evening pavilion—please take your seats first."

"..." Kidd stared quietly at the owner who looked different from himself no matter what, and secretly condemned this person's lack of professionalism.

However, after thinking about it, the mastermind behind the scenes has already blown up the bridge, and now no matter whether the host is really Kidd, the detectives can't run away for a while... It seems that there is really no need to continue the show.

Kidd sighed inwardly, found a place to sit down, and wanted to see what kind of tricks this "host" was going to play in his name.

……

On the long dining table, several sets of utensils are being placed at this moment.

A group of people found a place to sit and looked at the table at the end.

Under the gaze of everyone, the organizer said unhurriedly: "Please come here, I hope you can help me find the treasure hidden in this annex. In order to let everyone take this commission with peace of mind... "

boom--

As his words fell to the ground, a vague explosion suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, through the window of the dining room, it seemed that the outside seemed to become a little brighter—there was a blurred and dancing light, as if a flame was burning.

Jiang Xia was in a position where she could see a corner of the parking lot outside the window.

I saw a car parked there, which had been blown out of shape at this time.

Considering that in order to keep people, the host will not only bomb one car.Although the other vehicles in the parking lot were out of his field of vision, it was not difficult to imagine their miserable condition at this time.

"..." Jiang Xia lit a candle for the luxury car and someone's wife.

Others also heard the explosion, and the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly froze.

The organizer seemed to have expected their reaction long ago, and said with a low smile: "There is no need to panic, this is just to prevent you from leaving without permission."

Then, he said in the tone of Kaito Kidd: "In the past, you have been chasing me, I think, based on the principle of fairness, we should exchange our status occasionally.

"This time, it's up to me to enjoy the thrill of cornering you.

"By the way, by the way—the suspension bridge leading here is broken now, and everyone should have discovered it a long time ago. There is no phone here, let alone a signal...you can't leave.

"—Unless you help me find that treasure."

Speaking of this, the organizer's voice suddenly sank, with a hint of threat and murderous intent: "It took me many years to get this wealth, even if I risked my life, I still want to get it. I hope you don't let me disappointment."

Kidd touched the goosebumps on his arms.

... It's nothing to be in the second class, but when I think that this person is speaking in front of his identity, I feel extremely embarrassed.The real Kid would not say such a thing.

Jiang Xia leaned back in the chair leisurely, looked at the host who was not looking murderous, and smiled: "You said 'bet your life to find the treasure', you mean bet our lives?"

Next to him, Toru Amuro glanced at him, thinking that he seemed to be able to talk again.Speaking of which, almost as soon as he left the living room, the familiarity of "Kurosawa"'s actions disappeared again.

... There is indeed some connection between "can't speak" and "familiar body shape".

Could it be that after staying in the living room for a while, now that he has calmed down, he has the energy to continue to disguise his figure?
Or is there actually some allergen in the living room that interfered with Matsuda's state... Well, let's observe later to see if Matsuda will deliberately avoid the living room.

At the same time, Toru Amuro instinctively touched the phone while speculating.I really want to send an email to Kazami Yuya and the others right away, asking them to thoroughly investigate this "Kurosawa Sato" and the fellow Chigen Kodai... Unfortunately, there is no signal here.

……

In front of the table.

The host of Secondary [-] still ignored any questions or complaints.

He focused on following what he said just now, and continued: "For the person who finds the treasure, I will not only give him half of the wealth, but also tell him how to leave here-the above are the general rules. Enjoy this intense game of life and death."

"Enjoy?" The cowboy detective knocked away the dining chair and stood up with a sneer.

He thought of his wife in a luxury car whose life and death were unknown on the parking lot outside. When she looked at the organizer, her words were inevitably thorny: "This game hosted by a person like you who is timid and dare not even show his face, I will I'm not interested in participating."

As he spoke, he strode up to the host, grabbed the sharp corners of the headgear, and pulled it off forcefully.

Looking at this scene, the other detectives let out a sigh of relief—to relieve their anger.

However, everyone quickly focused their attention.

——Under the host's hood, what is exposed is not the "true face of the phantom thief".

It's a rounded plastic head.

...The gloomy, cunning, and indifferent "host" turned out to be just a humanoid plastic mannequin with a horn on its head.

……

The model is just an ordinary model with no feelings. The hood was taken off and the head was forced to be bald, and she didn't feel socially dead.

Under the complex eyes of a group of people, it continued to say in that treacherous tone:
"Well, you can't solve the riddle with an empty stomach, so please enjoy this last supper."

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the restaurant.

After a while, Tan Baima rested his hands on his chin and sighed gracefully: "It's not like what Kidd would do to ask a detective to help you solve a puzzle that you can't solve. He is the one who solves the puzzle... ..."

Plop--

Taking advantage of the moment when he was posing with both hands, the eagle eyes that were originally held by him sharpened, and suddenly flew towards Jiang Xia.

Then he was grabbed by the ankle chain attached to the back of the chair and began to flop around on the spot.

(End of this chapter)