Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 2337 2341 [Blow it up, blow it up! ] Ask for monthly votes (`)

A vein jumped on Hattori Heiji's forehead: "..." Who told you to say this? ——Aren't you good at identifying detectives? You should recognize them!

However, the lady didn't receive his resentful look.

After her thoughts were briefly distracted for a moment, she turned her eyes away from Hattori Heiji and answered Toyama Kazuha's question: "'That thing' means that the organizer will draw two people from the experiencers this time and issue permanent membership tickets to this Sad Love Lake Resort."

Several high school students who listened with bated breath: "..."

Two organization cadres who were also listening: "..."

That's it?

After hearing so many stories full of hidden secrets, this "that thing" seems a bit mediocre.

Yuanshan Heye asked awkwardly: "Is that all?"

The wife smiled mysteriously: "What else?"

Yuanshan Heye always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put it into words. She nodded and pretended that she understood everything: "So that's it."

...

Not only Yuanshan Heye felt that something was wrong, but some vigilant cadres felt the same way.

However, no matter how vigilant they were, there was no evidence. They had no choice but to follow the group of insiders, talked and laughed across the bridge, and continued on the road to the resort.

"Finally arrived."

When he saw the simple residential area from a distance, Vodka couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: Although this section of the road was not safe, there was only one deadly trap hidden on the road, which was still a surprise.

Vodka: "..." Speaking of which, why was the only trap aimed at me? ——Vermouth was also next to him, how could this guy treat it differently! It was getting more and more suspicious...

Unlike "Mr. Yamada" who was full of thoughts, most of the others were attracted by the scenery here.

This holiday villa is worthy of the name "Sad Love Lake" - there are simple red-roofed wooden houses on the naturally grown lawn, and a straight river cuts through the middle and flows into the vast lake at the end.

And the lake is the most eye-catching of all the scenery: at dusk, the lake surface is sparkling, reflecting the green mountains in the distance, like a piece of broken gold sprinkled on the jasper.

"This lake is really nice!" Suzuki Sonoko trotted to the side of the lake, raised her hand to greet the cool mountain breeze blowing in her face, and took a deep breath in intoxication, "After visiting many scenic spots, this kind of original ecological holiday villa is really different."

Although the tour guide was a little concerned about this group of people impersonating, he quickly entered the working state when he heard a tourist say so, and introduced with a smile: "There is actually a mysterious legend about this lake."

"Legend?" The gossiping hearts of several high school girls were moved, and they surrounded him curiously, "What kind of legend?"

Vodka's alarm bells also moved, and he pricked up his ears vigilantly: "..." Script? What kind of script?

The tour guide enjoyed the curious gazes of the group of people, looked at his watch, and smiled without saying anything.

Vodka's eyes twitched, and he cursed in his heart: "......?" You dare to be a riddle man? Do you know how quickly a riddle man dies in front of Uzo!

Fortunately, someone next to him spoke fluently.

Senior Tono, who knew Suzuki Sonoko, came over and said with a smile: "You will know when you look at the lake - it's just right, the time is almost up."

Hearing this, the group curiously cast their eyes on the lake.

Although beautiful, it seems to be just an ordinary lake.

As everyone was thinking this, they saw the color in front of them suddenly change.

As the sunset fell, the originally quiet lake surface suddenly turned darker - in just a dozen seconds, a rich dark red swallowed up the original green color, and the red ripples, and the entire water area seemed to be stained red by blood.

"..."

Suzuki Sonoko was stunned, and it took her several seconds to find her voice: "...This, this is really 'tragic'. If there were no thousands of couples committing suicide here, I'm afraid the lake water would not be dyed like this."

Vodka also got goose bumps silently: "..." Are you crazy? Are the people who chose the site crazy? Such an unlucky thing can be used as a selling point for a holiday villa? ! ——Listen to me, retreat quickly and blow up the mountain wall to bury this place, otherwise when people start dying, everything will be too late!

The tour guide looked at the bright red lake and recalled: "Legend has it that there was a pair of lovers who could never stay together nearby. They loved each other, but they couldn't be together. The two couldn't accept this situation, so they agreed to see each other in the next life, and then jumped into this lake together."

Senior Tono obviously heard this story: "From then on, every time they committed suicide, the lake water would turn red like this - that's how the name 'Sad Love Lake' came from."

The three female high school students were very moved and almost in tears.

Jiang Xiaye couldn't help but look at the bright red lake water: "..." If there really was such a past, maybe a pair of ghosts could be fished out of it... But unfortunately, there seems to be no similar breath at present.

Vodka: "..." You must stay away from this lake these days and never approach it alone! ——Look at Uzo's focused expression, this guy must be thinking of something bad.

"Dyed with blood?" Hattori Heiji's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the somewhat solemn atmosphere, "The developers are really good at making up stories. An ordinary natural phenomenon can be made into such a long story by them-if the lake is really dyed red by the blood of lovers, then it must be a pair of giants taller than the mountains, hahaha!"

Yuyama Kazuha: "..."

She silently dragged the suitcase, and with her other hand, she slapped Hattori Heiji and pushed him to the ground: Let's go, don't embarrass yourself.

The others heard the noise and turned to look over.

Then they met the smiling Toyama Kazuha.

The quiet high school girl put down her hand and suggested in a gentle voice as if nothing had happened: "It's getting late, let's go back and pack our luggage first."

The others looked at Hattori Heiji, who bumped his head into a tree and had stars in his eyes: "... Okay."

...

The tour guide assigned accommodation to everyone.

The red-roofed wooden house here looks small from a distance, but when you get closer, you will find that it is actually quite spacious inside.

After putting away the luggage, everyone returned to the hall as the tour guide said and held a small meeting.

After a few glasses of beer or juice, Suzuki Sonoko leaned comfortably on the sofa, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

She rubbed her eyes and whispered to Jiang Xia: "Why do I feel like there is one more person in the room?"

Next to her, Mao Lilan was still thinking about the blood-red lake at dusk. Now, hearing this ghost story-like line, she was startled and instinctively denied: "Did you see it wrong?"

Before Suzuki Sonoko could speak, Jiang Xia glanced around the room and said: "There is indeed one more person."