Famous Detective Conan: Eating and Waiting To Die

Xiaolan looked at the display cabinets in the room, and walked to one of them and squatted there, "Wow...that's amazing...collected so many masks...Huh? What is this?" Xiaolan looked When there was a square object with buttons on the display cabinet, "Remote control?" I casually pressed the button on it.

Woohoo. The sound of a machine turning alarmed the people in the room, and the red cloth around the wall by Masked Curie suddenly moved. . . . .

When all the red cloths were removed, what appeared in the eyes of everyone was a wall full of white masks with weird smiles. Conan looked at the masks on the wall in shock, "What are these masks..."

Hitomi Maori also looked at the pile of masks suspiciously, "This pile of masquerade masks does feel a little gloomy..."

"These are Xiao Bru's masks~!" People turned their heads and saw that it was the organizer of this dinner party, Su Fanghongzi slowly walked into the mask house.

"Welcome to the humble house!" Su Fanghongzi came in along with her secretary, a woman named Hedai, "How about it, Mr. Maori, how do you feel when you see these collections that I am proud of?"

"Ha... how do you say it?" Kogoro Mori scratched his hair, "Do you feel it? If you don't feel anything else, it's just a little weird..."

"You said just now that this is Xiao Bru's mask, is it the mask that covers the entire wall?" The fortune-teller Changliang Chunxiang walked up to Su Fang and asked.

"Yes," Su Fang nodded, "These are the Spanish sculptor Shaublu. It is said that he made 200 masks before he died, so these masks are also called cursed masks."

"What?" Conan, who was observing these masks, immediately became alert, "Is this the guy who sent the threatening letter talking about masks?"

"Well, Miss Su Fang, what's the matter with this cursed mask?" Kogoro Maori, who was obviously not very proficient in history, was confused.

"It's a bit long to say, Xiao Bleu is a tragic sculptor. Although he is talented, he is not deep in the world. He was framed by his brother's jealousy, and his status, reputation, and property were all taken away, so he began to hate human beings. Like a demon, he kept making such masks. After 200 of them, he committed suicide. When people found his body, there were masks all around him, and his face was covered with Xiao Bru's blood. , as if the mask was sucking his life..."

"That's right," Changliang Chunxiang took Su Fang's words, "later Xiao Bru's reputation was restored, and these masks were transferred to many people, but most of the people who once owned them ended in misfortune. , A British banker was frightened and fell to his death when he was riding the next day after getting one of the masks, and another French gem merchant was also killed by robbers shortly after getting the mask... . . "

"Yeah... So from then on, these masks were called masks that sucked the curse of the owner's life, and everyone was afraid to avoid them..." Su Fang looked at these masks with a proud look. .

"But, Miss Su Fang, if you collect all 200 masks, there won't be any problems, right?" Matsudaira himself was quite superstitious. After hearing this legend, he asked worriedly.

"Hehehe..." Su Fang covered her mouth and smiled, "Don't worry, there is an expert in divination who has sealed the curse with a seal..."

"Really, the story is getting more and more terrifying, and it's still sealed...Cut..." Conan is an atheist, so naturally he muttered with a face of disbelief.

"Conan, in fact, there are many things in this world that cannot be explained, such as this cursed mask, so it's better to pay more attention..." After speaking, Hitomi Mouri smiled strangely, "For example, where did you go? The golden domineering where people die..."

"Also, we don't know whether the cursed people died because they were cursed by masks, or because someone knew that he had a mask and then killed people through the curse of the mask, so it's not so much the horror of those cursed masks, It would be better to say that the human heart is the most terrifying curse..."

"That's right." Hearing Hitomi Mouri's words, Kogoro Mouri nodded in surprise, "I never imagined that my nephew could say such philosophical words..."

"The malice of a living person is probably more terrifying than the curse of this legend. For example, on the way I came, I found this on a big tree across the road." He took out the threatening letter from his pocket. .

"Mr. Mori," the photographer Katagiri was a little surprised when he saw the letter, "I received the same letter 3 days ago."

"I received it too! Me too." Matsudaira and Nagara said in surprise, "It's just that we didn't bring it, I thought it was just a prank..."

"What?" Mouri Kogoro felt that something was wrong. "It seems that everyone who participated in this dinner received this letter. It seems that this is no ordinary prank..."

"I also received a strange letter in the office..." A voice came from the door, and everyone looked at a cool young man with yellow hair.

"Seiya, why are you only here now?" Su Fang looked at the young man who had just entered in dissatisfaction.

"Seiya...I'm still TM Binghe? Zilong and Asun didn't come, right..." After hearing the name of the man who made him uncomfortable, Mauri Hitomi viciously fabricated it in his heart. .

"Please, I'm on a national tour, so I'm late for a while, please forgive me, Mr. Su Fang," the man named Seiya looked at Su Fang apologetically.

"Who is that person?"

"Conan, you don't even know him!" Xiaolan looked like you were out, "He is the most popular rock star right now, Seiya Lanchuan, known as the Greek Saint Seiya!!"

"Cough~~~cough" Mao Litong almost choked to death on his own saliva. . . He gave that Lanchuan Seiya a weird look. . . . "This nickname is really powerful..."

"What is the strange letter? May I look at it?"

"Oh, no problem," said Seiya, taking out a letter from her body and handing it to Maori Xiaowu, "This is the letter, there is no name of the sender at all, and the wording of the address is very strange."

Mouri Kogoro took the letter and looked at it, "Well... in order to hide the handwriting, I used a ruler to force the pen to write, can you open it and take a look?" Seiya nodded.

So Mouri Kogoro tore the letter and took out the paper inside, "This is..."Tonight, the cursed mask" will **** the blood of living people."

Maori Kogoro read the letter word by word, "It seems that this is suspected of intimidation, and it is no longer a prank, Miss Su Fang, I think for your safety, I should give this letter to the police. Well, legally this is already within the scope of intimidation..." Because of the somewhat terrifying story just now, and the addition of this threatening letter, everyone looked a little worried.

"Don't worry, Mr. Maori, everyone, since Su Fanghongzi started charity activities, this kind of prank has continued, so please don't take it to heart. Then everyone, dinner is ready, please come and have dinner with me. …”

There was no light in the hazy sky, but there were bright lights near the villa, and the unique laughter of Maori Kogoro could be heard from outside, but he still held the wine glass unconsciously, "This stewed beef tongue It's absolutely superb! And this red wine is also very good!! It's amazing!"

"Hehe, it's fine if you like it, I'm afraid there's something wrong with the hospitality, so please enjoy it!" Su Fang took a sip of red wine, "And I'm very grateful to everyone for being able to make a difference this time. Charity show, thank you very much."

"Miss Su Fang, can I ask a question?"

"I don't care, Mr. Katagiri, if you have any questions, just ask."

"Oh, that's why you held a charity party for the orphans in traffic accidents?" Su Fang put down the red wine in her hand and said with a bit of grief, "I started hosting a charity party fifteen years ago, the reason. . Five years ago, that is, 20 years ago, one of my waitresses, Cong, ran away after hitting someone with a car. Since then, I can't be indifferent to traffic accidents, but some people say that we are here. It's to buy people's hearts, but it's not like this, we really want to help those orphans in need."

"What happened to that waitress Cong?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"I committed suicide. That waitress is my mother. My father died early. After my mother died, relatives refused to take me in because of mutual excuses. Thanks to Teacher Su Fang's help, I might have starved to death on the street long ago. Now... I can be today and become a rock star thanks to the help of Mr. Su Fang!" Said Seiya, looking at Su Fang gratefully, "And in PROMOTION, there are many people who lost their family members due to traffic accidents. , not only me, but the teacher has also been trying his best to help the survivors of those traffic accidents."

"Is this true? Mr. Seiya? It's really touching, don't worry! I will do my best to donate to charity next week!" Matsudaira waved his arms and said excitedly.

"I'll do my best," Katagiri looked down at the wedding ring on his hand, "20 years ago, my wife also died in a traffic accident, so I can participate in Teacher Su Fang's charity fundraiser, in heaven. My wife will be happy for me too."

"Haha.. Don't talk about such a painful topic, let's enjoy a sumptuous dinner first," said Su Fang, holding up the red wine in her hand! "cheers!!"

Maori Hitomi stared at the table full of rich food, but found that she had no appetite, "I never imagined a time when I would have doubts..."

Therefore, Mao Litong did not pay attention to the strange expressions and reactions of several people in this conversation. If it was a normal Mao Litong, he would definitely be able to feel it. to mind other people's affairs.

After dinner, everyone led the twins to the Masked House, where there are many entertainment facilities for guests to use. After all, going to bed so early is really boring. After dinner, Kogoro Maori said he wanted to discuss some things with Su Fang. Went to Su Fang's bedroom and asked Conan and the others to wait for him at Masked Residence. . . . .

Looking at Changchun who was playing with the tarot cards, Mao Litong leaned over, "Tarot cards? Destiny?" . . "Hey, little brother, do you like tarot cards too? Would you like my sister to help you predict what you want to know in the future..."

Mao Litong thought for a while, then nodded hesitantly, Changchun pressed a pair of tarot cards into a fan shape and glued them open in his hand, "Now, meditate on what you want to know in your heart, then follow your intuition and draw 5 cards. The tarot cards are arranged in order."

"Oh.. Okay." Sitting across from Changchun, Mao Litong recited Hai Yuanai's name silently in his heart, and then drew 5 cards and placed them on the seat.

"The first one," Changchun pointed to the card, "this one is your past..."

Seeing that Mao Litong was predicting the future, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Conan and Xiaolan also came to Mao Litong's side with interest and said, Changchun opened the card, "Inverted Death! It means saying goodbye to the past, an inevitable goodbye!"

"Hey..." Mao Litong took a deep breath and glanced at Changchun in surprise, "It's really accurate..."

Conan also looked at the fortune-teller with a surprised expression, "This... Xiaotong really came from the killer in the past... Maybe it's just a coincidence..." Conan, who is atheist, can only comfort himself like this in his heart.

Xiaolan, on the other hand, looked at Mao Litong with a loving look on her face. From her point of view, this meant that Mao Litong was separated from his parents. . . . .

"Then the second picture, represents your present! Righteous judgment! Freshmen, prepare for a new beginning! The third picture, the righteous moon, this is your current state, which represents escape and unwillingness to face it. The fourth picture, this is the origin of the event, the right queen, which means that you have been rewarded for your hard work. The last picture, the right lover, represents the future of what you think about, you need to make a decision, and this decision is to go Love!"

"How is it, little brother, have your doubts been resolved?"

Staring at the five cards on the table, Hitomi Maori nodded, "Maybe this world really has destiny! These five tarot cards tell everything about my past and present life..."

"It's just," Maori Hitomi looked at the last card, "to love?" Once again, she fell into the forbidden area of ​​​​that memory. . . . . . . .

"Crack~~~" Mao Litong felt like a needle stabbed in his head, followed by a sharp pain, the pale-faced Mao Litong staggered to his feet, walked to the window and looked at the hazy sky outside. . . . . . .

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