The chef in the world of Conan

In the one-room restaurant on the east side, everyone enjoys a sumptuous meal in the luxurious dining room.

“Wow! This beef tongue soup is also so delicious! Uncle Maori couldn’t help but praise.

“To be honest, this red wine is not something you can drink casually!”

…

Hehe, it would be better if there were no masks of these madmen next to it.

Conan ate very depressed, it seemed that the cloud of threatening letters still lingered in his heart, and the crispy and tender grilled chicken steak in his mouth was also a little tasteless.

“To be honest…” Su Hongzi raised the red wine glass on the table and shook it slightly, “Thank you very much for agreeing to be the guests of this charity evening held by me!” ”

“Ms. Su Fang, can you take the liberty of asking…” Masaki Katagiri was a little puzzled, and after receiving Su Fang’s approval, he continued to ask, “How did you come up with the idea of holding a charity party for children who lost their families in a car accident?” ”

“This was five years ago, the woman who had been taking care of me had a collision and escape, and since then, I can’t maintain a non-related attitude towards the car accident.”

…

After the dinner was over, Uncle Maori was called away by Su Fang Hongzi alone, Ying 890 should have something to entrust, and the guests happily began to play and joke.

After a while, Uncle Maori also returned and began to mingle with the guests present, Xu Yang smiled, and sat by the window looking at the snow outside, boundless, lonely and empty.

I wonder if Akemi-chan and Xiao Wei are still doing well at home?

…

The hands of the clock quietly crossed eleven o’clock, and the twin maids suddenly appeared in the hall and said politely: “Distinguished guests, I am sorry to disturb your Yaxing.” The mansion had to be locked by twelve o’clock. Once locked, the east and west wings cannot communicate with each other. Please start going back to your room now to rest and cooperate with our work. ”

“Huh!?”

“It’s only eleven o’clock now, isn’t the nightlife just beginning?”

“Why are there such strange rules?”

The twin maids bowed slightly, “Because Xiao Bru’s mask likes to play pranks!” After twelve o’clock in the evening, he would run around without permission. ”

“We’re going to lock them in the masquerade hall.”

“Nani!? Don’t be scary, okay? A bead of sweat fell from Matsudaira Mamoru’s forehead (ADEB) and replied loudly.

“It’s true!”

“Every time after dawn, those masks either tilted or fell to the ground…”

“This has happened many times.”

“So please, everyone…

“Go back to your room and rest…”

Twin maid, you said the reason for my words, but your face gradually became strange.

Hehe… This Su Fangzi is still talented, where did you find twins carved out of a mold! The expression and demeanor are exactly the same… I think this acting skill should not be a problem to make a movie!

Xu Yang complained frantically, because even he himself was a little panicked, not to mention Xiaolan and Matsudaira Mamoru, who were already trembling a little on the side.

With the departure of everyone and the locking of the twin maids, this somewhat strange masquerade hall is also locked, and the east and west wings are also isolated.

Almost all the guest rooms in this mansion are on the second floor, while the first floor is where some cleaning rooms and maids live, and the third floor is occupied by Su Fang Hongzi alone. Xu Yang and Uncle Maori came to the bedroom of the east wing room, washed up a little, and then went to bed and began to rest.

Sleepiness gradually hit, and Uncle Maori’s soft snoring became a lullaby for the night, and Xu Yang involuntarily closed his eyes until…

“Jingle bells, jingle bells….”

Xu Yang suddenly got up and picked up the phone with an angry face, only to hear a strange voice coming out of the earpiece: “Hahahaha!” I am the messenger of the cursed mask…”

“Are you a sand sculpture!? Want to die if you don’t sleep in the middle of the night? Xu Yang’s burst of getting up was like an electric current that instantly hit a black figure through the telephone line, making him shiver.

“Xu boy, who is it? This should be the inside line of the phone, right? Uncle Maori was also woken up by Xu Yang’s roar, and Conan on the side also looked at Xu Yang nervously.

“It seems to be some kind of curse on the messenger of the mask…”

“Nani!?” Uncle Maori hurriedly came over and took it and turned on the hands-free, “What are you?” ”

The black shadow on the other side of the phone noticed that he seemed to have changed to a normal person, and after sighing in relief, he replied, “I am the messenger of the cursed mask, and now the cursed mask is hungry for blood, who will be our victim?” If you don’t hurry…”

“Toot toot…”

The busy sound of hanging up sounded, and Uncle Maori and Conan Tiger shook and ran in the direction of the Kamen Hall. And Xu Yang also shook up the confused Xiaolan, “Xiaolan, it seems that something has happened, hurry up and report… Poof, hurry up and call Miss Honami on the first floor! Let her bring the key to the masquerade! ”

Xiaolan did not doubt him, and very decisively ran downstairs.

Ahem, how did you almost play together…

…

When Honomi hurriedly took the key to open the door, everyone was stunned, and the two hundred Xiao Buru’s masks that were originally hung on the two walls of the masquerade hall had disappeared without a trace.

“Ahhh…”

“Plop…”

Suddenly, there seemed to be a noise from the third floor, as if it was a low scream and the sound of something falling.

After Honomi’s call, the door of the West Wing Room was also opened by Minahui, and everyone hurriedly rushed to the third floor of the West Wing Room.

Su Fanghongzi’s door was tightly locked, and Uncle Maori knocked on the door and shouted without any response, and a sense of foreboding suddenly surged in everyone’s hearts.

“Uncle, there’s an air window on it!” Conan quickly noticed above the door.

Uncle Maori quickly moved a chair, and then stepped on it, after breaking the air window, through the dim light, saw Su Fang Hongzi lying motionless on the bed, the originally white bed was also stained red with blood, surrounded by scattered Xiao Bru’s masks, some masks still have blood stains at the corners of their mouths, just like Xiao Bru’s masks are really sucking blood…

“Nani!?” After listening to Uncle Maori’s narration, everyone shivered, and they were a little overwhelmed for a while.

“Uncle, let me in!”

“That’s it!” Uncle Maori hurriedly began to clean the relatively large glass shards inside the air window, just enough for a small child to enter.

Xiaolan on the side hurriedly found a thick tablecloth to prevent Conan from accidentally scratching when he entered.

Conan jumped in, hurriedly walked to the side of the bed and touched Su Fanghongzi’s carotid artery, and roared regretfully, “Uncle, the person is no longer saved…”

“How come…” Uncle Mao’s face was ugly, and his fist slammed into the wall, full of weakness.

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