Conan’s Corpse Picker

Next door, Ganfanmao, who was lying in Mao Lilan's arms with half-closed eyes, suddenly moved the tip of his nose and became energetic.

But before it tried to arouse its murderous intent, the mermaid and Miss Spider had already floated past, leaving only two afterimages.

Ganfanmao: "..."

…It’s just inconvenient to have a physical body.

Although its ghost form is not as fast as the mermaid and spider lady, it is at least free enough...

Ganfanmao touched his ears and sighed sadly.

…

Next to the password disk.

People's goals are not the same. Some people are paddling, but others are eager to push forward the progress.

Seeing that the ambassador couldn't think of anything for a long time, Pu Siqinglan couldn't help but ask: "Could it be ВОЛШЕБНИККОНЦАВЕКА?"

Mao Lilan asked curiously: "What is this word?"

"It's indeed very similar to what Miss Kasaka said!" The ambassador nodded, as if he suddenly understood, and explained to a few people who didn't understand Russian, "In English, it's The Last Wizard Of The Century— —The magician of the end of the century."

As he spoke, he pressed it.

As the last letter was typed, the room fell silent and everyone stared at the dial with bated breath.

All was quiet.

Just when they thought they had failed again, the sound of gears turning suddenly came from under the floor.

"...It was successful, it was actually successful!"

The mechanism that had been dusted for hundreds of years began to rotate again, and the floor near the code disk suddenly moved.

Jiang Xia stood up and stepped away, picking up Conan. Soon, the completely pieced wooden floor slid aside, dust flew into the air, and the ground opened into a hollow, revealing a staircase leading deep into the ground.

"I didn't expect that there was actually an underground secret passage." Several people were pleasantly surprised and looked at the entrance of the cave, feeling a little embarrassed. "I should have prepared a few more flashlights if I had known earlier."

As soon as they finished speaking, they all turned their heads and looked at the flashlight the art dealer took out, their eyes shining.

Art dealer: "..."

He didn't come here today to accompany these guys on a treasure hunt. He wanted to secretly find the treasure and take it away.

...But judging from the past situation, the puzzles and mechanisms here seemed to be beyond the scope of his knowledge, and his desire to fly solo was shattered.

The art dealer had no choice but to act like a good treasure hunter and handed the flashlight to the only "policeman" present, letting the "White Bird Police Department" control the lighting.

He himself and others went down into this newly discovered secret passage.

…

As several people went down the stone steps, the surrounding temperature gradually became lower.

The underground passage is quite shady, but fortunately there is not much musty smell. It looks well-kept and ventilated.

At the bottom of the stone steps is a secret passage. The road is quite wide and extends straight forward. There are no forks in sight for the time being. It seems that they don't have to worry about which way to go.

No need to think, just walk, and everything suddenly becomes easier.

As they walked along the underground passage, they reviewed the story with some confusion: "Why is the password 'The Magician of the End of the Century'?"

Natsumi Kasaka guessed: "Maybe it's the title my great-grandfather once received - I heard that when he was sixteen years old, he took his works to the 1900 World Exposition."

"I see, that time was indeed called the 'end of the century'."

Just as he was talking, the flashlight light in front suddenly stopped.

Jiang Xia came back to her senses, looked up and saw that the "White Bird Police Department" had discovered something and scanned the wall next to it with a flashlight.

If you look closely, you will see a small hole in the wall that looks like a fork in the road.

"White Bird Police Department" looked at the road: "Which way?"

Jiang Xia pointed to the normal road: "If it were just to hide treasure, the treasure might be designed on an unexpected trail, but since this place is left to future generations, we can try the main road in front first."

The Russian ambassador also nodded: "Compared to the fork in the road, it feels more like a hollow where the stone wall collapsed. It's not safe, so let's take the main road."

A group of people quickly reached a consensus, ignored the fork in the road for the time being, and continued moving forward.

…

There were very few forked roads underground, so everyone kept walking along the main road in the middle.

However, as I walked, a wall suddenly appeared in front of me.

The art dealer frowned: "Why is there no way?"

Jiang Xia looked up at the "wall" across the middle of the road. It is actually in the shape of a gate with many birds painted on it. In the middle is a huge eagle with two heads, each wearing a crown.

"The double-headed eagle, this was the symbol of the former royal family. Why was this painted on the door?" The ambassador was startled, "Oh, speaking of it, the 'Egg of Memories' was indeed intended to be a gift to the royal family... But for To store it, create such a big place..."

The murals have been lying quietly underground for hundreds of years, and they look a little faded. But the gems on the crown are still very eye-catching, and even reflect when shining a flashlight on them.

"It doesn't look like a painting." After Jiang Xia asked Kasaka Natsumi, he took a few photos.

——Maybe it’s the narrow underground secret passage that makes the people in black who come and go like the wind very insecure. Judging from the location of the murderous aura, the two non-staff tourists who followed did not go underground together.

Jiang Xia: "..." Take some photos to show off, and you'll probably gain something extra. Even if the photo doesn't exude murderous intent, the act itself of "showing off and expressing sympathy for the two of them not being able to come in" is enough to attract a few large groups.

…

Some unscrupulous detectives are paddling, while others are seriously solving mysteries.

Conan stared at the "sun" pattern on the back of the double-headed eagle's head, and began to think: "Sun... light... mechanism - hmm? Is it a luminance meter? White Bird Police Department, focus the beam on the crown and try it !”

"Shiratori Police Department" nodded. The flashlight he got from an art dealer was quite functional. He turned the dial and quickly condensed the cone-shaped light into a thin beam, which shone on the crown above the head of the double-headed eagle.

As the crown was illuminated, under the expectant gaze of everyone, a dull sound of gears clenching could be heard from all around through the stone wall.

Soon, a whole piece of ground near the mural slowly dropped, and the ground next to it was divided into two halves, revealing a downward step.

The steps are not too long, and as you go down to the end, a magnificent domed hall appears in front of you.

"It's surprising that such a building can be built underground." The ambassador's face was full of excitement, as if he wanted to say something. However, remembering that the person who built it was a Japanese, and that it was impossible to recycle this kind of thing, he was silent for a moment, swallowed his words, and concentrated on watching.

Jiang Xia looked around and quickly landed in the center of the hall like everyone else.