Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 1387 1387 [Cadres also want to make up gossip] Please vote for me (〃〃)

Vodka: "..." It seems that I guessed wrong.

Fortunately, Gin didn't expect him to guess correctly, so he continued: "Kasaka Natsumi's great-grandmother may be the princess Maria who disappeared during the revolution."

Of course, this is just a flash of speculation and lacks evidence. Gin secretly thought: Maybe Uzo also found something interesting in this, so he wanted to bring the actors together to see what was hidden in the castle to uncover this unfinished history.

in addition……

"Pu Si Qinglan's syllables changed and it became 'Rasputin'. The photo on the TV cabinet in her room happened to be a solo photo of Rasputin, and she always shot people in the right side when she hit people. "Eye, if you admire Rasputin to such an extent, maybe 'Shi Kaobing' is not just a fan, but has a blood relationship with him."

Gin recalled the information he saw along the way: "If Maria's gray eyes were inherited from her queen mother, Nicholas II's queen seemed to have had an affair with Rasputin - the one in the castle Those two women may be distant sisters that they don’t even know about.”

Vodka: "..." I came on a random mission and actually ate a melon from a hundred years ago. What a mess.

But he really didn't expect that his eldest brother would be interested in these histories.

"This is useful news." Gin didn't seem to be just gossiping. He took out his mobile phone and typed something on it, "Someone may be interested in the descendants of the Russian royal family."

Then he closed the cabinet door, let the vodka put the painting back in place, turned and left the room, seemingly intending to continue visiting and looking for other discoveries.

…

At this time, a group of serious guests who came for the "Egg of Memories" were still visiting another corner upstairs.

Conan looked around and felt something was wrong: "Did there be any movement just now?"

The wind on the top of the mountain was strong, blowing on the outer walls of the castle, making a lot of noise. The two rooms are exactly on diagonals.

Jiang Xia listened carefully for a while and didn't hear many unusual noises. He only heard the ghosts' retelling of the scene on the other side and the grand harvest of ice cream.

He looked at Conan's ears in surprise: "..." Could it be that the legendary training course in Hawaii also comes with enhanced five senses?

The old housekeeper was somewhat deaf and couldn't hear the sound either.

Hearing this, he just lowered his head and looked at the ground: "Did you step on a mechanism? - Mr. Xiyi likes to design various small mechanisms. We used to trigger some accidentally, which added a lot of fun to life. "

"'Some'... there are indeed a lot of agencies. It may be difficult to determine the storage location of the 'Memory Egg' just from the location of the agencies." "White Bird Police Department" sighed and looked at Jiang Xia, "Castle I’ve done a rough shopping trip, do you have an idea?”

Jiang Xia withdrew her gaze from Pu Si Qinglan, thought about the upcoming harvest season, and said casually: "Hiding things is usually hidden in the basement or a secret room. The walls here don't seem to be thick enough to seal the secret room, and the secret passages or cabinets can barely do it. You can let it go.”

"In other words, it is more likely to be hidden underground." Conan seemed to have an idea. He looked up at the old butler, "Grandpa Butler, is there a basement here?"

The old housekeeper shook his head: "No."

"No?" Conan was startled, but he didn't give up. "Is there a room for that great-grandfather craftsman on that first floor?"

"There is an office belonging to Mr. Xiyi, but it is rarely used now." The old housekeeper turned around and led the way, "It's over here."

…

Several people went back to the first floor along the stairs, and the old housekeeper opened a door.

Compared with the other rooms they visited, this room was slightly smaller and looked more plain, like a miniature library. Built-in bookshelves are installed on both walls, and various books are placed on them. On the other walls, there are some aged black and white photos hanging.

"This room is mainly used to display Mr. Xiyi's photos and some photography works." The old housekeeper made an "come in" gesture, indicating that they should come in and visit.

Most of the people in the photo are wearing clothes in the style of the last century and are from the generation of Pu Si Qinglan's great-grandfather. The breath of the times is coming.

Suzuki Sonoko remembered that when chatting on the boat before, Kasaka Natsumi said that she inherited her eyes from her great-grandmother.

She couldn't help but wonder about her great-grandmother's appearance, and looked at the many photos in the room: "Miss Natsumi, which photo is your great-grandmother's photo?"

Kasaka Natsumi smiled helplessly: "I don't know what my great-grandmother looked like. There are no photos of her here. There are no other places either. I even looked for them when I was a child, but I couldn't find any... Maybe it's because she didn't If you love taking pictures, I heard that some old people think that there are monsters living in the camera, and they will take away the soul of the person being photographed when taking pictures, so they refuse to appear on camera."

Jiang Xia: "..." It could also be that he was being hunted at the time and it was difficult to keep his own photos.

While he was muttering casually in his mind, he felt a little regretful that he could not find more interesting mechanisms just now.

Thinking about it, Jiang Xia couldn't help but sigh. He rolled up a few strands of murderous aura from the freshly squeezed ice cream, stuffed it into the seal when no one was looking, and marked it to prevent it from being lost.

…

Next to him, the art dealer's ideas coincided with Jiang Xia's, and he was also looking for mechanisms everywhere - he had not given up the idea of ​​​​hunting for treasure alone, but it was a pity that he had not been able to find mechanisms and opportunities.

After arriving at this office, the art dealer's eyes were still looking around, trying to find if there was any collection here.

At this time, his eyes inadvertently glanced at a photo on the wall, and he stopped in shock: "Here, in this group photo, why does the person on the right look so much like that 'Rasputin'?!"

The photo is a group photo of two people. The man on the top is standing and the man on the left is Japanese-looking and has a beard. The man sitting on the right is tall, has scary eyes, and has a long, thick beard hanging down.

The Russian ambassador was startled when he heard this, and moved over to take a look.

Soon, he nodded firmly: "No, this is him - look, there is his signature on the photo." He pointed to a string of Russian words across the photo.

The art dealer was a little surprised: "To be able to take such a photo with Rasputin, it seems that Kasaka's status was not low at the time."

"Rasputin?" Suzuki Sonoko was a little confused, looking at Mao Lilan, all the words were visible: - Who is that? Is it awesome?

Mao Lilan looked back with confusion in her eyes: I don't know. This name was too early to get an autograph, and it was beyond her vocabulary.