[Conan/Through Her] Fairy's Indus

In this case, the client entrusted a total of six famous detectives.

As for these six people, except for Uncle Mouri and the old lady Detective Senjian we picked up on the road, the other four are the 39-year-old romantic Mr. Motegi Haruka, the 51-year-old paunchy gourmet detective Mr. Ohgami Shuzen, the 29-year-old former They were Ms. Ikumi Gunada, who was a prosecutor, and Detective Hakuba, a handsome high school student about my age who had an eagle named Watson.

Although I don’t remember the specific case this time, I don’t remember who died, how many died, and I don’t remember who the murderer is, I want to unilaterally declare that Miss Gunda must be a good person.

Because, beautiful sister is the justice of the world!

Yan Gou is so unreasonable!

"Sister! You are so beautiful!" I approached her excitedly, "Can we exchange contact information?"

Miss Gunda had just finished introducing the old bloodstains on the stair railings of this weird villa to everyone, and she was holding up a luminol solution that could identify bloodstains. The terrifying atmosphere was only halfway through being created when I was interrupted by a stroke of genius. , she was stunned: "Huh?... It's possible... but it's too remote here, and the mobile phone can't receive the signal."

I took out my phone in shock.

Sure enough, as she said, the word "outside the circle" was written very eye-catchingly on the signal bar of the mobile phone.

Wow, you were so careless...!

In the crowd behind me, someone seemed to be looking at me.

I turned around alertly and looked directly into Detective Motegi's slightly narrowed eyes.

The uncle did not avoid my gaze, but also smiled meaningfully at me.

This person... I frowned secretly.

In addition to the six detectives and the three family members of Uncle Maori, the only living people I saw in this villa were a maid who was responsible for guiding us.

She took us to the living room to rest, told us that she would inform us when dinner was ready, then closed the door and left.

Detective Motegi walked to the door of the living room with frivolous steps and opened the door.

Uncle Maori called him: "Mr. Motegi, where are you going?"

"I can't sit still, I plan to go shopping." Detective Motegi winked at Uncle Mouri, "Do you want to come with me, Mustache?"

"What the hell is that mustache..." Uncle Maoli waved his hand with his half-moon eyes open, "I'm not going, I'm exhausted from driving for a day."

Xiaolan found a pair of poker cards out of nowhere, and excitedly called Conan and me: "Let's play poker!"

I frowned in embarrassment and touched my belly.

"Ruri, what's wrong with you?" Xiaolan immediately noticed something strange about me and looked at me with concern, "Is your stomach feeling uncomfortable?"

"Well..." I stood up, "You guys can play first, I'll go to the bathroom."

"Are you okay? Do you want me to go with you?"

I smiled at her with some difficulty: "No, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and there was no one in the dark corridor. There were strange oil paintings hanging on the walls. Detective Motegi who had just left had no idea where he had wandered off. The quiet place had the atmosphere of a haunted house.

I started running.

There are countless rooms in the huge villa, and there should still be an hour or two before dinner time, which is not enough time.

Turning the corner at the end of the corridor, there is another corridor that is almost the same as the one we passed just now.

The larger double door should be the restaurant we were going to dine in later. I ran straight past it, then turned a corner, and finally found the target I was looking for.

It was an oil painting with wild brushstrokes and dark tones.

The scene depicted in the painting is between the tombs, where a god wearing a half-black and half-white cloak looks up and talks to a condescending black crow sitting on a dead branch.

At the bottom of the canvas, there is a sentence written.

——We can be both of God and the devil.

"We are both gods and demons...are we?" I murmured.

It turns out that Belmode’s famous line comes from here.

I raised my hand and touched the picture frame in front of me, and as expected, I touched a button in the direction pointed by the god's finger on the picture.

As we all know, buttons are meant to be pressed.

So I pressed it without hesitation.

In the next room, there was a slight sound of the mechanism being triggered.

"You seem to have discovered something very interesting." The man's voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.

I was startled, rubbing the goosebumps on my arms and looked at him in shock.

Detective Motegi smiled frivolously, his eyes shining with interest.

"If you want an adventure game, can you take me one, honey?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

Detective Motegi got ahead of me and opened the door next to me.

It seemed to be an abandoned reception room. There were coffee tables, sofas and a workbench in the room. Everything was as usual as far as the eye could see, and it was impossible to tell where the mechanism was activated.

Everything seems to be the same as it was 40 years ago, with fine dust dancing in the air.

The detective put on his gloves and entered the room.

While I was looking at the realistic oil painting of a black crow on the wall, Motegi looked at the copper globe standing on the workbench.

I don’t know what he touched, but the shelf next to me suddenly moved.

I was so frightened that I screamed and took several steps back.

The shelf was divided into a parallel section, and from behind it, a dark secret passage to the ground was revealed.

Motegi whistled, and I reached into the small satchel I carried with me.

The detective turned on a wolf-eye flashlight he found out from somewhere. Seeing me solemnly lighting a red candle, he was stunned: "Baby, what are you doing? I have a flashlight." .”

"People light candles, ghosts blow out lamps." I answered him seriously, staring into the abyss.

The uncle couldn't help laughing: "If you are afraid of ghosts, you can go back to the living room first."

I glanced at him and said firmly: "I don't."

From the darkness, I smelled the faint smell of blood.It's the smell of blood that has been sealed in dust for 40 years.

Different from the exquisite and gorgeous decoration everywhere in this dusk villa, at the end of the stairs is a dark door that is so simple that it is impossible to tell what material it is made of.

There was only a dark keyhole in the door.

Detective Motegi handed me his flashlight and took out the wire used to pick the lock.

I held up his flashlight to shine the light for him, and he worked hard for more than ten minutes before we finally heard the "snap" sound that meant the lock was opened.

After the door was pushed open, the strong smell of blood and putrid smell rushed towards me from the bottomless darkness in front of me.

I subconsciously held my breath to suppress the rising feeling of nausea, and the candle in my hand suddenly went out.

Although there was a flashlight to keep us from falling into darkness, I still got goosebumps immediately.

The detective uncle took the flashlight from my hand and took a photo of the stairs where we came from: "I see, it seems that after this door is opened, the entrance we came in will be closed."

So it was the airflow generated by those mechanisms that blew out the candle in my hand... Isn't this a bit far-fetched...

I looked at him in confusion: "What should I do?"

He gave me a reassuring smile and touched my head with his free hand: "Now we can only move forward. We can always find a way out. Let's go."

The world behind the door is a place that no one can associate with an existence like an "old castle that has been sealed in dust for 40 years". It is like a laboratory and a prison.

The floor was neatly paved with white tiles, and dried blood stains visible to the naked eye were visible everywhere the light reached. On one side of the vertical corridor with no end in sight, there were glass rooms of the same size arranged neatly.

In each room, there is only a lonely camp bed placed randomly, and a skeleton with different postures, but the pain before death can be seen.

"Is this...a human experiment?" I covered my mouth and nose, nervously lowering my voice subconsciously.

"That seems to be the case." Detective Motegi said.

A rustling sound suddenly came from the darkness, which was unusually obvious in the silent air.

I suddenly looked towards the dark place where the sound came from, and goosebumps fell all over the place.

"Don't be afraid, this noise is probably just a rat." The detective calmly reassured me, "If you are afraid, you can hold my hand."

His hands were still wearing the white gloves he had just put on for investigation.

I hesitated for a moment, then reached out my hand and squeezed him.

The warmth of the human body was transmitted from his palms.

The glass room seems to have no end in sight.

"I always feel," I said suddenly, "I always feel that zombies will jump out at any time in a place like this."

He smiled and glanced at me: "You are thinking too much. This is not a biohazard."

"Aren't you scared?" I asked him with raised eyebrows.

"You're so scared. If I showed fear too, I wouldn't have to go through this level." He said jokingly while looking around. He didn't know if he had found any clues. "Besides, , I’m older than you, and I’m still a male, so it wouldn’t be too shameful for me to be afraid.”

I puffed up my face in dissatisfaction: "I, I didn't act scared, did I?"

"Well, you are a very brave little girl."

Hmm, that's about the same.

After passing countless glass cells, seeing countless skeletons, and passing several creepy operating rooms, we finally stopped in front of an office.

Along the way, the detective held my hand tighter and tighter.

"Unforgivable..." He lowered his voice, his eyes filled with cold anger, "To so many humans, so many compatriots, the person who did these things is absolutely, unforgivable."

I bit my lower lip.

Probably no one would feel comfortable after seeing so many depressing scenes, walls sprayed with blood, and people struggling to die.

The office door was pushed open smoothly.

We used the light of a flashlight at the door to take a rough look around the indoor furnishings. Detective Motegi said there might be a trap and asked me to stay there holding the flashlight to help him illuminate, and I took the lead in stepping in.

He was indeed right. As soon as his feet took two steps in, I heard the sound of breaking through the air.

A sharp arrow shot out of the darkness. The detective quickly rolled on the spot, and the arrow nailed into the opposite wall. My heart tightened.

The strangely colored arrow body must have been smeared with deadly poison.

I was so frightened that my mind went blank: "Are you okay Zero! Did you get scratched on your body!?"

The detective raised his hand to block the light that was shining directly on his face. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he answered me with ease: "I'm fine, don't worry."