The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

The plane slowly accelerated on the take-off runway. With a violent bump, the tower outside the window became farther and farther away.

Take off...

After the plane stabilized, Qin Zhibo loosened his seat belt and took out the [laptop] he had picked up before from the prop column.

Qin Zhibo has tried this computer before. Except for the lack of a charger, all other functions can be used normally, including the network.

Turning on the computer, Qin Zhibo first searched for "deep diver".

Relevant information quickly popped up on the web page - Deep Diver, a creature in Yusaku Moeju's "The Haze". This is a humanoid marine creature with fish characteristics. It seems to have eternal life and is a highly intelligent race. …

Qin Zhibo couldn't help but froze when he looked at the entries and fictional pictures on the web page.

Isn't this a deep diver?

The only difference is that the "deep divers" in this world are purely creatures invented by Yusaku Kudo in the novel. According to interviews, they were inspired by the fish-man murals of the ancient Phoenicians and the Japanese mermaid legend.

Is this kind of novel written by Yusaku Kudo?

This should be considered...a fantasy novel?

However, in the character entry of Kudo Yusaku searched by Conan, Kudo Yusaku is a science fiction novelist.

When Conan mentioned some works written by Kudo Yusaku before, Qin Zhibo didn't pay much attention. Did Kudo Yusaku write this kind of work?

Qin Zhibo once again searched for Kudo Yusaku's character entries and carefully checked every book he wrote.

Unlike the Kudo Yusaku in the original world, the Kudo Yusaku in this world mainly writes short and medium-length novels, with few full-length works.

Now when I look at the title of the book carefully, I do see something wrong.

For example, "The Witch's Sabbat"... the title of this book is related to witches at first glance.

With curiosity, Qin Zhibo searched the TXT of this book on the Internet and began to read it carefully.

…

In the cockpit, Fujiko Mine and Conan looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, breathed a long sigh of relief, and took their hands off the console.

After the aircraft enters the set route, it can transform into autopilot mode.

The main responsibilities of the two pilots are to take off, land, and operate in special situations.

"Kid, I didn't expect your skills to be so good~"

"Let me reward you. What drink do you want to drink? Big sister will get it for you..."

Fujiko Mine twisted her body, and her graceful figure followed the curve of the seat and lay in front of Conan.

Conan sat on the seat, not looking at Fujiko Mine, and just said casually: "Just juice."

Seeing that Conan didn't dare to look directly at him, he smiled and was about to stand up and leave, but stopped again.

"Kid, don't you feel bored wearing this paper bag all the time?"

"Actually, I knew who you were when you first appeared..."

Although Conan was wearing a brown paper bag the whole time, Fujiko Mine had already guessed that the child in front of him was the elementary school student who chased her yesterday from his remarkable airplane operation skills, clothes, and size.

The irrefutable proof is that skateboard, which Conan also took with him.

It's just that the skateboard was hit by his motorcycle into the Tsumutsu River water yesterday. Fujiko Mine was a little surprised that he was able to fish the skateboard out in such a short time.

Conan touched the paper bag above his head. It wasn't that he didn't want to pick it off, but Qin Zhibo said that he should try his best to distinguish himself from the "Conan" in this world.

Even if everyone thinks that he is "Conan", he must not admit it, otherwise it may change the subsequent development of the world.

"The detective never takes off his mask..." Conan replied in a serious voice.

"Ah?" Mine Fujiko was stunned for a moment, and pretended to be angry: "Do you think you are a Mexican wrestling fighter?"

"Forget it, since you like to wear it, just wear it. I'll see how you drink later..."

Fujiko Mine twisted her waist and left the cockpit.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took off the brown paper bag from his head so that the skin on his face could get some fresh air.

That woman was right. With this paper bag between us, how could we drink later?

You can lift the paper bag a little to expose your mouth so you can drink from it.

But with Fujiko Mine's character, when she saw the paper bag lifted, she might take action to force the paper bag off her head at any time.

Let's think of a way...

Conan looked at the two holes in the paper bag, and with an idea, he also tore a long hole in the mouth.

Now, the three holes correspond to two eyes and a mouth respectively.

Now that everything is like this, let’s just stop doing it and make two nostrils so that we can breathe easier...

Conan used his manual skills again and tore out two nostrils on the paper bag.

Although the finished product has one big nostril and one small one, which doesn’t look very beautiful, it is still functional.

Conan put the reworked mask on his head.

I feel much more comfortable now...

The reprocessed paper bag mask was very comfortable for Conan, and the wearing effect was not compromised.

He couldn't believe that there were people in this world who could recognize him just by looking at his nostrils and mouth.

After doing this, Conan took advantage of his rare leisure time and took out the "Whispering in the Dark Night" that he had brought from Kudo's house.

The name of this book is the closest to the book "Duke of the Night" written by Yusaku Kudo in the original world.

Although it is only a thin hardcover booklet, it is enough to arouse Conan's interest.

Conan opened the booklet titled "The Whispering Night" and began to read.

…

Airplane cabin.

Princess Mira spent the night in Tokyo with Fujiko Mine last night. As soon as the plane calmed down, she fell into a chair and fell asleep.

Qin Zhibo looked at "The Witch's Banquet" on his laptop, his eyes gradually becoming restless.

As guessed at the beginning, this book is about a witch, but from the perspective of an investigator.

The story takes place during the world-famous Salem Witch Trials in 1692.

The story is about an out-of-town reporter who travels from Boston to the Salem area to report on the witch cases.

At night, as soon as the reporter stepped onto the stone bridge leading to Salem Town, he encountered a "ghost beating the wall" and was trapped in the suburbs near the stone bridge, unable to enter or leave.

Not only that, the space near the stone bridge seemed to be plunged into eternal night, unable to welcome the dawn, and no pedestrians passed the stone bridge.

In this way, the reporter was trapped on the stone bridge for two full days. Not only did he have to worry about the wild beasts in the forest on the roadside coming at night, he was also about to run out of dry food he carried with him.

In this desperate situation, the reporter almost collapsed.

But at this moment, the reporter on the stone bridge met several young people who came from other places to visit Salem Town.

These young people ignored the reporter's advice and cursed the reporter as a psychopath. They insisted on entering Salem Town through the stone bridge.

The result was just as the reporter expected. The team of young people turned back to the stone bridge from another direction. After several consecutive attempts, they were also trapped on the stone bridge.

Although everyone is trapped here, the reporter feels a little lucky at this moment, at least he is not alone at this moment.

But soon, everyone realized a very serious problem, that is, food shortage.

Although the stream under the stone bridge can provide a steady stream of water, the young people only carry enough food for three days.

No one wanted to sit still and wait for death, and made various attempts during the period.

For example: marking the bridge deck and road surface with markers, sending people to walk from both directions of the stone bridge at the same time, shouting for help in the direction of Salem Town, and lighting a huge bonfire on the bridge deck to attract outsiders.

But these attempts, without exception, ended in failure.

Finally, before the food ran out, they decided to give it a try and head towards the forest on both sides of the road.

Since this space was always dark, and the roars of wild beasts could be heard from time to time in the forest, during the few days they were trapped, the unarmed people did not dare to enter the forest to explore, and at least two people had to stand guard even to sleep.

But now this is the only chance to escape.

Everyone was divided into two teams. One man and all the women stayed on the bridge. The other men entered the forest with simple torches, including the reporter.

In the process of exploring the forest, everyone was highly nervous. The beasts in the forest seemed to have sensed the smell of "food" and stopped roaring one after another. However, the rustling sounds in the trees were constantly distant and near.

They explored carefully until they found a wolf waiting for them in a clearing.

The wolf's stature was equivalent to that of an adult, its eyes emitting a light white light were extremely fierce, and its black fur was bloody, as if it had just had a feast of flesh and blood.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, the giant wolf rushed towards the people.

The people who only had simple torches and wooden sticks in their hands did not dare to fight the giant wolf, and were so frightened that they scattered in the forest and fled.

The reporter just ran away as fast as he could, and his speed was very fast. After a while, the other companions were left behind.

The screams and desperate cries of the group of young people could be heard from time to time in the woods, but the reporter did not dare to go out at all and could only hide in a tree hole and tremble.

Gradually, the reporter fainted due to nervousness and hunger.

After an unknown amount of time, the reporter woke up from hunger again and seemed to see the light of dawn before opening his eyes.

But when I opened my eyes, I found that it was still dark outside.

He was unbearably hungry and remembered that Shiqiao's companions still had some dry food on hand. Although he was afraid of the wild beasts outside, especially the giant wolf, he still had the courage to leave the tree hole where he was hiding.

The reporter wandered endlessly in the woods, but he accidentally lost his direction and soon discovered the body of a companion.

The corpses of those companions had been torn apart by giant wolves, and it was difficult to see clearly what they once looked like with their bloody bodies.

The further the reporter walked, the more corpses he saw. At the same time, his head felt dizzy with hunger. The world in front of him was churning like boiling water, and it was also covered with a layer of blood mist.

The reporter saw too many corpses of his companions, and his brain gradually became numb. He kept repeating "I am the only one who survived."

Keep walking until you are out of the forest.

When the reporter came to the roadside, he suddenly saw a street lamp that did not belong to this era. The reporter could only describe it as "a kind of high pillar with the dawn and the sun hanging on it."

The reporter thought it was the "sun" and knelt down devoutly under the street lamp, bowing to the warm light.

It wasn't until his scalp was broken and blood flowed into his eyes that the reporter regained consciousness and got up from the ground.

He walked forward along the road, and soon he was back on the stone bridge that he had always dreamed of.

On the stone bridge, a man and other female companions who stayed behind were all bitten by animals, leaving their mangled bodies behind.

But the reporter no longer cares about this. He no longer cares about the death of his companions, he just wants to fill his hungry belly.

He stumbled and climbed to the stream under the stone bridge, buried his head in the stream, and drank gurglingly.

It wasn't until he felt like vomiting after drinking that the reporter slowly raised his head.

But the moment he stood up, suddenly, a strong feeling of nausea came over him.

He lowered his head and looked at the stream. It was not a stream, but blood!

Upstream of the stream, the corpses of companions who died in the forest were randomly dumped there, with pink and pus-filled intestines rippling with the water.

The reporter was so frightened that he fell to the ground, vomited in his mouth, and got up and fled to the roadside.

At this time, he looked at the stone bridge and discovered that the corpses on the stone bridge were crawling like zombies. They fell one by one from the fence beside the bridge into the stream, splashing blood-red water.

The reporter couldn't stand it anymore. His mind collapsed and he ran into the forest.

At this moment, he wanted to die, screaming in the dark woods, trying to attract the attention of the giant wolf to give him a happy death.

But no matter how much he screamed for death, no matter how close the wild beasts in the bushes came to him, they would not attack him.

Until the reporter was exhausted and fell into a bush.

But at this moment, a twist of fate struck him, and a heart-warming light actually came from between his eyelids.

It was a farmhouse, full of haystacks, just on the edge of the forest, and the lights were still on in the farmhouse.

The reporter's eyes widened and he regarded that as the hope of survival and rushed towards the farmhouse regardless of his own safety.

He opened the door and saw a pair of old farmers inside, looking at him in surprise.

When the reporter saw the living person, he finally fell exhausted in front of the door.

When the reporter woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was already in a warm bed, all the injuries on his body were bandaged, and there was a bowl of fragrant broth on the bedside.

The farmer and the peasant woman came over, handed the broth to the reporter, and asked the reporter cordially where it came from and how it ended up like this.

The reporter didn't want to mention the previous things anymore. He just wanted to rest now, but he thought of the witch trials again.

"The witch trials? It's all over. All 19 witches have been sentenced to hanging..."

"You have been sleeping for two days. Now that it is dawn, I can take you to see our local priest..."

The reporter's brain suddenly froze and he looked out the window.

Outside that chaotic window, there was still darkness.

The reporter turned back and looked at the old farmer and the farmer's wife, but they had turned into zombies. The broth in their hands was also a mixture of blood, water and minced meat.

The reporter screamed and ran out of bed, picked up the ax from the stove, and split the necks and heads of the two walking corpses in front of him twice.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, the reporter gasped and fell to the ground again.

But at this moment, the scenery around him went dark and fell into boundless darkness again.

This is not a stone bridge, but an absolutely dark space.

Around the reporter, countless figures in black robes appeared one by one in the darkness.

The light became slightly brighter, and the space where these robed figures were located became clearer. It turned out to be a very modern palace, with dim electric lights overhead.

"Very good, you have successfully completed the task..."

"Revenge for our companions from 300 years ago..."

"This is the witch's Sabbat..."

When these rumbling words fell, the reporter's head suddenly began to hurt violently, and countless memories emerged in the depths of his mind.

He's not a reporter from Boston.

He is just an ordinary young man in the town of Salem, who goes out to purchase supplies with other young people.

On the way back, he passed by a stone bridge and suddenly suffered an epileptic fit. He fell in the middle of the road and foamed at the mouth.

Some people went to the town to find a doctor, while others took care of them where they were.

He suddenly went crazy, biting his companions around him, and killed them with his newly bought ax.

His companions who came back from asking for a doctor were also brutally murdered by him like crazy.

All the corpses were thrown into the stream under the stone bridge, and the clear water was dyed red.

Finally, he took an ax to the house of the old farmer who first reported the witch, and killed the two old men.

When the "reporter" woke up again, he was tied to a chair with a rope, and the surrounding villagers looked angry.

And when he faced the judgment and curses of countless people, he just smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth.

"I deserve it..."

Just because a girl in the same town rejected his confession, he reported her as a witch, causing her to be hanged.