After pretending to beep for a while, everyone began to exchange information with each other.
For example, Detective Gunda Ikumi discovered the existence of micro cameras and guessed that "Phantom Thief Kid" should be watching them somewhere.
However, no one mentioned the gun hidden in the room.
At this time, the maid knocked on the door of the restaurant, pushed the dining cart and started serving food to everyone.
During the serving process, Qin Zhibo suddenly asked: "Did you place these tableware in advance? Or was it already like this before you came?"
The maid thought for a moment and said, "The tableware was already like this before I came here, and other parts are also prescribed by the master, including the order of serving..."
Bai Ma Tan's face darkened, he pushed down the paper place sign in front of him, and analyzed: "All of us sit according to this name sign, although I don't think that boy will commit murder..."
"But if he wants to test our abilities and make some unfunny jokes on us, it is possible."
Detective White Horse's analysis made everyone think it made sense, so they all took out their handkerchiefs and wiped all the wine glasses, knives and forks.
Qin Zhibo naturally took out a light blue handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the tableware in front of him.
Conan on the side saw Qin Zhibo's handkerchief through Mouri Kogoro and shouted in his heart.
That handkerchief is mine!
...
After all the dishes have been wiped, the meal officially begins.
After the appetizers were served, Qin Zhibo was not in a hurry to eat. He waited until everyone had eaten and waited to see the reaction.
Mao Lilan, who was careless, didn't think so much. He was about to start eating, but was stopped by Conan next to him, and turned to observe the situation on the table.
As a result, other detectives had the same idea as Qin Zhibo, holding knives and forks in their hands, "undecided" about the food in front of them.
Just like that, everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little weird.
It was the foodie detective who was the first to break the awkward atmosphere and asked: "Huh? All the dishes are here, why don't you eat it?"
Everyone: "..."
The foodie detective immediately understood everyone's doubts and quickly explained.
"The dishes are all cooked by me myself, and they are absolutely non-toxic!"
"If you don't believe me, I'll eat it for you to see..."
With the foodie detective taking the lead, other detectives started eating one after another.
...
After dinner, everyone wiped their mouths with napkins while reminiscing about the delicious food.
At this time, the trumpet dummy made sound on time again.
"Have you all eaten enough? Are you satisfied with the last supper I have prepared?"
"Then we can get back to business now. You must be very curious as to why I spent a huge sum of money to acquire this annex as the stage for this game, right?"
"First of all, please take a closer look at the tableware on hand..."
Qin Zhibo lowered his head and looked at the tableware. There was a crow with extremely disproportionate proportions engraved on it. He had noticed it while eating.
The same pattern is found on the door handle upstairs.
"Is this carving..." Mao Lilan looked at this creepy pattern and wondered, "Is it a crow?"
The trumpet dummy continued: "This is the family crest of Renya Karasuma, a rich man who died in mysterious circumstances about half a century ago."
"Except for the tableware here, every door, floor, handrail, and even the colors of chess and playing cards in this villa are all specially ordered by him."
"In other words, this entire villa is a villa built by Renye Karasuma."
"But these have become history 40 years ago. A tragic case once occurred in this annex. Everywhere in this annex is stained with a large amount of the blood of the martyrs. It comes from that time..."
Next, the trumpet dummy started the story telling mode, and the detectives could only listen quietly.
“One night 40 years ago, this annex summoned celebrities from all political and economic circles to hold a secret meeting here.
On the surface, it was to express the memory of Renya Karasuma, who passed away at the age of 99, but the essence of this memorial service was an auction for the artworks collected by Renya Karasuma during his lifetime.
The total number of items auctioned at that time exceeded 300, so the entire auction was expected to last three days and three nights.
On a stormy night on the second night, two wet men suddenly came to the villa.
They say this with lips trembling from the rain... We are lost because of this storm. Please let us stay here until the storm is over.
The owner of the auction originally wanted to reject their request, but the man took out a bag of unknown items from his pocket and handed it to the organizer.
There were things that looked like cigarettes inside. After smoking their cigarettes, the organizer somehow changed his mind and invited the two people into the annex.
After seeing this scene, other guests also accepted their bewitchment. Before long, the entire villa was filled with a strong smell of smoke..."
The expressions of the detectives darkened, and a possibility came to their minds.
They are cigarettes with added chemicals.
The trumpet dummy kept telling the story without pausing.
“At the beginning, there were still auction guests arguing over the two sudden visitors, but the situation changed immediately.
At this time, a man suddenly let out a ghostly scream, dropped the artwork he had finally bid for, and ran out.
But there was a woman who seemed to be begging for someone's forgiveness. Tears burst into her eyes and she couldn't stop them.
There was also a man who was holding a pen with an excited face and kept stabbing hard at his hand.
In the end, all the guests went crazy and began to snatch the works of art to be auctioned, and even started to kill each other with famous knives and swords.
The entire auction venue has turned into a hell on earth...
After this nightmarish night, eight dead people lay at the auction, along with a dozen comatose guests. But those two men took all the artwork and disappeared without a trace..."
Qin Zhibo's face darkened, and based on the story described by the trumpet dummy, he thought of a possibility.
The madness in the auction venue seems to be caused by a sharp decline in willpower in a short period of time.
Maybe it was caused by that unknown smoke.
However, this story also has unexplained bugs.
First of all, judging from the blood stains that can be seen almost everywhere in this annex, if the auction really existed that year, it is impossible that only 8 people died. The number of casualties should be far more than this.
Secondly, it is impossible for two travelers to disappear carrying all more than 300 pieces of art, unless their true identities are Doraemon and Nobita.
Therefore, Qin Zhibo’s evaluation of this story is...
The meaning is true, but it is determined to be false!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
