A Stall Is Set Up at the Gate of Tōtsuki, And A Food Praise Ten Thousand Times Return

Carefully lay down on the ground.

Conan poked his head and stared at the exit of the corridor.

Time flies by.

Obviously only ten seconds passed.

He felt that it had been a long time.

At some point, sweat was dripping from his forehead.

As the strange sound got closer and closer.

At this moment, Conan didn't dare to take a breath.

"Kangdang~"

There was another muffled sound.

A silver-white shadow appeared under the light of the oil lamp.

"Hiss~"

Conan gasped, and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

The figure coming out of the exit was actually the knight armor from before.

this moment~

Conan's three views have been greatly impacted.

Just now he obviously looked very carefully.

It was definitely a hollow armor.

And now~

Is this thing alive?

Can you believe it?

Although there have always been supernatural things in this world.

But I saw the resurrection of the armor with my own eyes.

You can even vaguely see the empty interior.

Conan still felt that his world view collapsed in an instant.

f*ck~

Do you want to be so wicked?

Could there really be some ghost possessing the armor?

Conan is worthy of being a famous high school detective.

Even in a state of extreme panic.

The melon seeds in the head are still turning very fast.

Instantly thought of the possibility.

But can anyone tell me.

What should I do if I encounter a supernatural event?

He never learned how to exorcise ghosts in Hawaii!

Conan tightly covered his mouth.

Dare not make any sound.

For fear of attracting the attention of the armored knight.

God knows if this guy came after him because he broke in suddenly.

There was a cry of bad luck in my heart.

Conan shrank and hid behind the sofa.

Bursts of cold began to rush from the soles of the feet to the forehead.

The bang was getting closer.

The armored knight seemed to be wandering around in the spacious living room, as if looking for something.

Conan was even more convinced that it was looking for him.

Forced to calm down, Conan looked around, trying to find a suitable escape route.

Suddenly~

Not far away, the very Victorian-style desk lamp lit up.

The height of the desk lamp is close to the height of a junior high school student.

The brown-red pillars are carved with ancient patterns.

The gauze cover outside the lamp is like a cylindrical cage.

Under the light.

Immediately, strange patterned shadows appeared on the wall.

The desk lamp turned on suddenly, without any warning, and it turned on very strangely.

"Hehehe, Matthous, you are running around again, be careful that the adults will dismantle you into parts..."..."

An ethereal female voice came to Conan's ears.

The voice was pleasant and moving, but Conan only felt his scalp tingling.

Because he knew very well that the sound came from the desk lamp.

'The desk lamp, did you actually talk?

Conan shuddered all over.

An indescribable sense of fear welled up in my heart.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and indescribable fear seemed to fill the entire room.

bang~

There was another sound, approaching the voice of a hoarse man.

"There are intruders, I'm just doing my job."

"What a conscientious knight, tell me, should we get rid of this little guy, it just so happens that Weiwei's hood should be replaced...  

The ethereal female voice sounded again.

It's just this pleasant voice that made Conan feel cold.

God~

This desk lamp actually wants to peel off his skin?

Do you want to be so bloody, do you want to be so cruel...

Conan shuddered subconsciously.

His gaze fell involuntarily on the weird lampshade.

Isn't this thing made of human skin?

"Mmmmmm~~"

Conan's body trembled violently, and he couldn't bear the fear in his heart any longer. He got up and went to the door closest to him.

There was a weird laugh behind him, and Conan couldn't care so much at this time.

The moment the door closed, the whole person collapsed to the ground, leaning his back against the door, trying to block the ghosts outside in this way.

long time~

There seemed to be no movement outside.

Conan calmed down the fear in his heart, walked up slowly, and listened to the door.

The clanging sound gradually faded away, and the ethereal female voice also disappeared without a trace.

It seemed that everything just now was just an illusion.

"What the hell is this place?"

Conan cursed in a low voice.

Only then did I start to look at the surrounding furnishings.

The lights were on in the room.

thank goodness~

There is a table lamp hanging on the roof, the light is quite soft, without the weird feeling outside.

The room looks like someone's lounge, with photos, books, and odd props.

Conan looked around the room "Concentrate on thinking about what to do next.

Contrary to what he had thought when he first came in, he only begged not to meet the owner of the castle.

A guy who can raise a group of ghosts will never be a serious person.

The room looked normal, Conan was slightly relieved, but he didn't dare to take it lightly.

God knows if the seemingly ordinary ornaments will suddenly pop out to say hello to him.

After all, the desk lamp can talk, even if the doll can move, Conan will not be surprised.

When I thought of being almost stripped to make a lampshade by a desk lamp, I felt an extremely absurd feeling in my heart.

When did the famous detective who was determined to be scientific be reduced to being threatened by a desk lamp?

They're all fucking black organizations!

Blame that pair of shameless dogs and men!

If it weren't for the man in black and the fat woman.

He would not have come to this weird old castle.

You won't encounter such evil things.

this moment~

Conan wished he could hang his parents and beat them.

of course~

He who doesn't know the truth has been kept in the dark until now.

Suddenly!

Conan's eyes fell on the doll on the dressing table not far away.

Slightly stunned~

If I remember correctly.

There was no such thing here just now.

Conan is very confident in his memory.

Absolutely impossible to remember wrongly.

so~

When did this doll appear?

The feeling of deep cold all over the body hit again.

Conan already felt a strong atmosphere of terror.

What happened in the living room outside is still vivid in his mind.

This seemingly normal room seems to have ghosts.

Conan stepped back again and again, leaning against the door again.

suddenly~

A hoarse voice echoed in the empty room.

"Come and play~"

"Come and play with me~"

"Little devil, shall we play hide and seek?"

Hoarse, deep voices seemed to be everywhere.

It got into Conan's ears everywhere.

"Play? Play with your sister!"

Conan cursed in a low voice.

I don't know where the courage comes from.

Maybe had enough of this ghost place and its ubiquitous eerieness.

Perhaps it is a stress response after being greatly stimulated.

Conan cursed a little bit, turned around and was about to open the door.

but~

The doorknob that could be easily opened just now seemed to be welded dead, no matter how much he turned it, he couldn't move it.

Immediately afterwards~

The hoarse voice behind him sounded again.

"Playing with my sister?"

"But my sister has already been killed by me."

"Why don't you ask me to play with your head, okay?"

The sound was getting closer.

Conan turned his stiff neck.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a place less than five centimeters away from him.

The doll was holding its head in front of him.

like that~

It looks like a child who presents a treasure to a friend.

Unfortunately~

What the other party contributed to him was his own head, and the fracture was still bright red, whether it was blood or paint.

What's even weirder is~

The whole doll was floating in the air, and its head with a weird smile was almost touching his nose.

"Uh uh uh~~~"

Conan twitched for a while, and made a strange sound from his mouth, as if someone had strangled his throat.

When people are in a state of extreme panic, they will always have an overreaction.

Finally, Conan couldn't bear the fear in his heart any longer, rolled his eyes, and passed out on the spot.

Conan didn't want to continue this weird fantasy adventure at all.

If he had a choice, he would rather it was just a strange dream machine.

Wake up again in the afternoon, everything is normal.

This was the only thought in Conan's mind before he fell into a coma. .