Also at the winery today 996

"My name is Ma Chuanxie, and this is Toru Amuro." Ma Chuanxie patted Toru Amuro on the shoulder.

Robert thanked Jianchuanxie gratefully: "Thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know when it would take me to reach my destination."

"By the way, do Mr. Robert know anyone from the Takeda family?"

"This starts with my profession. I am a photographer who loves nature. This time I came here specifically to shoot this nostalgic place."

As he spoke, Robert turned his head to look at the forest outside the window, his tone filled with emotion.

"Nostalgic?"

"Yes, because I came here three years ago, and the young lady of the Takeda family took good care of me at that time."

"Spider House in Puppet Ridge?"

An exclamation suddenly came from the small truck next door.

"what happened?"

Jian Chuanxie turned his head and saw several people with horrified faces.

"This is a commission letter we received," Hattori Heiji shook off the white paper in his hand. "It says that we hope we can get to the Takeda family in Puppet Ridge before the sun goes down next Saturday. Otherwise, I'm afraid that we will be afraid by then. Another living puppet will be killed by a spider."

"At the hands of a spider?"

Conan screamed.

"That's really what happened in our family."

In the driver's seat, the silent man sighed and said.

"Who is this?" Jian Chuanxie looked at the man sitting in the driver's seat with confusion in his eyes.

After a series of words and explanations, Ma Chuanshe finally understood the cause of the matter.

Sitting in front is Takeda Yuzo, the third son of the Takeda family. The Takeda family has always been called the Spider House by nearby residents, probably based on folklore or something like that.

Takeda family.

"You said Miss Misa is dead?"

After hearing the bad news, Robert took two steps back, his hands trembling, and he looked at the woman in front of him - Mrs. Takeda Yoko - in disbelief.

Takeda Yoko frowned, "Three years ago, about two or three days after you left, she hanged herself on the second floor of the puppet house."

She sighed, looking a little unnatural, "Then it wasn't long before it was my sister-in-law, Misa's mother. They...hanged themselves in the same place."

Mouri Kogoro couldn't stand hearing it anymore, "How could this happen?"

Takeda Yoko shook her head and said she didn't know.

Before several people could relax, Takeda Yoko lowered his head and said, "Just a few days ago, Mr. Kishine, who had always taken good care of my eldest brother, also died mysteriously."

"My eldest brother invited you here not to tell others about our family's affairs."

A male voice interrupted Takeda Yoko, "I am the second son of this family, Takeda Ryuji."

The long and thin man said with a bit of displeasure.

Hattori Heiji looked at the two of them a little strangely.

"You two don't look like country people. Can I ask why?"

"Because the two of us have been living in Tokyo, we came here this time just because of the holiday." Who would come here?

Takeda Ryuuji said impatiently.

"It's true this time. Wouldn't it be nice to have a good vacation? We'll also cause trouble with Mr. Kishine."

"Mr. Mori, these are - sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the eldest son of this family, Takeda Shinichi."

Takeda Shin glanced at the remaining people, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"This is a high school detective from Osaka," Kogoro Mori said arrogantly, "Heiji Hattori and his girlfriend. This is my daughter and the little boy who lives in our house. The two over there are my daughters. My classmates Kawashaki and Toru Amuro.”

Then, he put his arm around Maori Xiaowu's shoulders, looked back at the three people behind him, and lowered his voice:

"I think the person who killed Kishine is among these three people. You must help me find him!"

Takeda Shinichi put his hand on Mouri Kogoro's shoulders and begged Mouri Kogoro eagerly.

In this way, several people, each with their own hidden agendas, were able to live in peace until the evening.

"Hey, Amuro-kun, tell me, what on earth is that photographer here for?"

Ma Chuanxie opened his backpack, dug out the pistol silencer, and skillfully installed it on the gun.

"Aren't you childish when you use modal particles at such an age?"

Amuro complained loudly, but there was a solemn look in his eyes. He didn't want to see a living human life die in front of him.

Although he was an undercover agent, it was a right thing to sacrifice one person to protect a group of people, but... he still couldn't be cruel.

Stop it if you can without exposing your identity to Gin.

"Okay," Makawa Xie smiled at Toru Amuro, but the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Toru Amuro's temple, "I guess the photographer had the same purpose as us, right? Are you right, Amuro-kun?" ?”

Why so suddenly?

"Purpose...you mean..."

Although he was pointed at gunpoint, the training he had received allowed him to maintain the expression on his face.

"Don't be so worried, Amuro-kun. After all, this silencer is not completely silent." Magawa Xie put the gun into the inner pocket of his coat, glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and threw it to Toru Amuro. Wireless headphones.

"Keep an eye on for me—"

Before he could finish his words, a scream from a woman broke the silence of the night.

"what!"

This was followed by the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps.

"Really." Ma Chuanxie smiled and buttoned the top buttons of his coat slowly.

He brought a few clothes with him when he came to Japan this time. It was cold at night, so he wore a coat to keep out the cold.

[Moori-san, what happened? 】While walking out the door, Jian Chuanxie sent a message to Mao Lilan.

He walked downstairs with Toru Amuro, passed the reception room, and passed the courtyard. He didn't see anyone in the empty house.

"It's true..."

Jian Chuanxie couldn't help but sigh.

Going so fast.

[Mr. Takeda Shinichi was hanged on the second floor of the warehouse. 】Mao Lilan finally replied to the message at this time.

"Takeda Shinichi is dead." Put away the phone, Ma Chuanshe said.

Toru Amuro frowned, "Where is the body?"

Unexpectedly, someone died this time before anyone in the organization took action...

Jian Chuanxie raised his chin and said, "On the second floor of the warehouse, let's go and have a look."

In the room, the man was entangled with countless intertwined silk threads. He raised his hands and his body was hunched and tightly locked by the silk threads.

"Don't come in! Protect the scene!"

Seeing so many people, Conan hurriedly turned around and shouted at everyone.

"Sister Xiaolan, call the police!"

At the same time, he did not forget to inform Mao Lilan to call the police.

Ma Chuanxie stood behind Takeda Ryuuji, his expression a bit curious and inquiring.

The dim light dispersed the shadows, but it could not dispel the heaviness in everyone's hearts. Isn't it horrifying that a living person who had been talking to them that afternoon was now dead in front of them?