Conan and I start the hell-level main line

There were mountains in between, and it was eerily quiet. The dim sunlight shone through the foggy and strange mountains, emitting a whistling and eerie white mist.

In the dead and silent woods in winter, the biting cold wind blows, and those who come into contact with it seem to be in a thousand years of frost and nothingness, as if warning those who approach here not to approach this cursed place.

An inconspicuous car drove by on a rugged mountain path. In the car, an old man was driving and kept complaining about the creepy surroundings. A young man was resting with his eyes closed, indifferent to the things around him. In the back seat, a little girl and a woman were admiring the desolate scenery of ice and snow outside the window.

The road was bumpy and full of potholes, and Maori Kogoro was almost vomiting from the bumps.

"Why should we attend Ms. Su Fang's banquet? And what kind of horrible terrain is this? The road is so difficult to drive on!"

"Dad, Ms. Sufang invited us sincerely, and attending the banquet is equivalent to helping their charity in disguise." Xiaolan retorted while hugging Conan.

Maori Kogoro: "Tsk."

Natsume Xing opened his eyes at this time, and looked at the gloomy woods and the desolate environment outside the window with gloomy eyes, recalling what happened not long ago.

……

Fu Huashi came to Hennessy's lounge.

Although I felt the extreme reaction as usual, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable today. I always felt a very strange chill that penetrated my soul.

"Lord Hennessy, what do you want to talk to me about?" Fu Huashi opened the door and asked as usual, both inquiring and rejecting.

Huh?! Today, Hennessy was not reading comics, chasing stars, or even playing games. He was not doing anything today, just smoking.

What's going on... This isn't Hennessy's behavior...

"Fu Huashi, do you believe there is magic in this world?"

? ? Fu Huashi didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a joke like usual, and then he ordered people around, so he didn't take it seriously.

"Mr. Hennessy, don't bring the stories in comics into reality. Be more pragmatic."

Hennessy rolled his eyes at him and took a puff of his cigarette coldly.

"I'm not kidding you, do you think magic exists in this world?"

Fu Huashi... her face seemed to be filled with "Do you think I will believe it..."

Don’t ask me. Actually, after talking to Koizumi Hongzi, I still have a little faith in magic, but I don’t want to believe in Hennessy.

"Okay, if you don't believe it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Hennessy put out his cigarette, stood up, looked at the somewhat gloomy waning moon outside the window, and frowned.

"Go to Sufang Hongzi's party three days later and steal a mask from her house."

Fu Huashi put her hands on her hips and ignored him with an unhappy look on her face, "Why me again? I don't want to do it. If it's a task you want to shirk, go find Black Russia."

(Black Russian: ... again...)

"Because I trust you." Hennessy said lightly, looking at him with determination in his eyes.

“Huh???” Fu Huashi pointed at herself and said, Trust me?

"This mission is actually much more important than you think. The organization asked me to find a trustworthy person to complete this task. After much thought, you are the most suitable person." Hennessy said seriously.

Fu Huashi was a little bit unconvinced, "Me? Cointreau is not okay?"

"He has other tasks and is not available."

"Jagermeister?"

"Just like Cointreau, there are tasks."

"Baileys?"

"There is a mission..."

"Ballantine's?"

"There is a mission..."

“Black Russian?”

"He's already pitiful enough..."

。 。 。 。 Fu Hua Shi (▼皿▼#): What the hell is trust? Now the only one you can use is me!!!

Fu Huashi held her breath and said, "Why can't you go!"

Fu Huashi shrugged and said indifferently: "I have a mission."

Fu Hua Shi (?言?╬): Are you ashamed to say this?

Fu Huashi was holding her breath, a higher-ranking official can crush someone to death.

"Tell me, what mask do you want me to steal? I stole a mask last time, and I'm here again this time."

"Cursed Mask, have you heard of it?"

Huh? I seem to have some impression of it. I remember it was a childhood trauma or something. When I first saw it as a child, I was so scared that I hid in bed. . .

That terrifying white face, like a nightmare, still lingers in my mind...

"Why would I steal this? I heard there are 200 of them!"

Hennessy was shocked. He didn't expect that he really knew. "You don't have to steal two hundred. Just take one. Just take one at random."

"Oh, that's fine, I'll leave first." Fu Huashi replied indifferently, and then wanted to leave. Hennessy's face was disgusting even when he was serious. . .

I really don't want to stay any longer.

Hennessy glanced at him and sighed, "Good luck."

When Fu Huashi's figure disappeared, Hennessy's serious and funny smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a complicated gloom.

If magic really exists, then those masks are really cursed. Fu Huashi, you must come back safely.

……

Cursed Mask, what on earth is the organization doing? Does the organization still believe in magic?

Natsume Xing had no idea at all, but he didn't care about it now. He would just find a chance to steal one when the time comes.

As for the rest, he didn't want to care.

While driving, a tree stump suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, blocking the way.

"Ahhhhh!!" The frightened Kogoro Mouri quickly used his top driving skills to turn the steering wheel and stop in time.

(Tree stump: I’m scared to death.)

"Damn it, why is there a tree stump blocking the middle of the road?" Kogoro Mouri got out of the car cursing.

The sharp-eyed Conan spotted a note nailed to the tree and shouted.

Natsume Xing walked over, tore off the note, his face instantly became solemn, and he read slowly.

[Don't help Sufang Hongzi's charity party, or you will regret it - The Messenger of the Cursed Mask (Part 1)]

The cursed masked messenger? Conan felt a little uneasy.

Natsume stared at Conan with a calm expression. With the Grim Reaper here, it's just a murder case. . . Tsk. .

Soon, everyone returned to the car without taking it seriously and left. After arriving at Sofang Hongzi's villa, Maori Kogoro was the first to express his surprise and sighed.

"Wow, this is amazing. The whole villa is so magnificent, and it is extremely symmetrical."

(Moriya Teiji is ecstatic...)

On the side, Conan and his friends noticed that an uncle was taking pictures with a camera.

"That's photographer Masaki Katagiri, who has been photographing beautiful scenery in countries around the world for many years."

Katagiri Masaki, who put down his camera, also noticed Conan and the others and waved to them in a friendly manner.

Soon, two more cars drove in and two people got out. One of them, who was wearing a yellow sweater, was recognized by Kogoro. He was the home run player, Mamoru Matsudaira.

Another beautiful woman wrapped in a purple scarf with a cool temperament looked around and walked over.

"Wow~ Such a beauty!!" Maori Kogoro's eyes were full of love. . (Haha, Kogoro's true colors..)

"This is Miss Nagarahara, the popular fortune teller who often appears in magazines and newspapers." Mamoru Matsudaira introduced with an obsessed and excited look on his face.

Chang Liangyao looked around with a serious look in his eyes, "It's here."

Xiaolan was a little confused, "What's wrong here?"

Nagarahara looked at Xiaolan and said calmly, "This house gives me a very ominous feeling. I feel that a big disaster is about to happen."

As she spoke, she took out a tarot card of the god of death.

"Big disaster?" Conan pondered.

Natsume Star: Haha, the prophet's sword is here.

"I think we should go inside and talk about it first." said Katagiri Masaki.

Maori Kogoro nodded, but when he saw that there were two identical gates on each side of the villa, he was immediately confused, "Where do we get in?"

At this time, the doors on both sides opened at the same time, and a maid who looked exactly the same came out from each side, looking at everyone with a smile.

"Thank you very much for coming." The maids on both sides said at the same time.

"Wow~ Twin maids, so cute~" Kogoro Mouri admired with a smile.

Conan looked at him with disdain, "Don't look at a beautiful woman like a pervert."

"Mr. Maori and your companions please go into the house from the east entrance and rest." said the maid Honami at the west entrance.

"Mr. Katagiri, Mr. Matsudaira, and Miss Nagara, please go in through the west entrance and rest." said the maid Minaho at the east entrance.

Maori Kogoro: "Ah, why do we have to go in on two sides?"

Minaho: "This is the owner's arrangement. This villa is divided into two parts, east and west."

Honami: "Guests in the west wing will enter from the west entrance, and guests in the east wing will enter from the east entrance."

Natsume Star: This is really troublesome. Aren’t they all the same? This place is really weird.

Minaho: "If you don't follow the rules here."

Honami: "It will definitely lead to a disaster afterwards."

Two people: "Because this is the mansion where the Cursed Mask lives."

Black crows flew together, creating a strange atmosphere, and everyone couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Cursed Mask.

After everyone entered the house, because the east and west sides of the first floor were not connected to each other, they all gathered in the mask hall on the second floor that connected the two sides.

Just happened to meet those extras at the same time.

In the mask hall, there are many exquisite masks on display, of various styles and shapes, depicting gods, humans, ghosts and monsters, which are dazzling.

"There are so many masks." Kogoro Mouri exclaimed as he admired.

Honami: "Teacher Sufang has always had a hobby of collecting masks."

Everyone was appreciating and praising it, except for the weird guy Natsume Hoshi who was making fun of it.

I wonder if anyone has collected the Stone Ghost Mask. I really want to stop being a human.

Conan's naughty nature made him notice a remote control in front of the curtain and he pressed the button out of curiosity.

The curtain was pulled open, and everyone turned around and saw in amazement that there were many identical, strange white masks displayed on the wall, which was creepy to look at.

"What are these? Why are there so many?"

"These are all Xiaobul's masks." At the east gate, Sufang Hongzi, a kind-looking old woman dressed in gorgeous formal clothes, walked over, followed by her female secretary Inaba Kazuyo.

"It is a great honor for you all to come to our humble home."

"How about it, my collection is pretty good, right?" Sufang Hongzi said with a smile.

Kogoro Mori gave a dry laugh, not knowing how to express himself, and began to praise.

Nagara Haruka asked calmly, "The mask of Xiaobul you mentioned just now, is it the mask placed here?"