Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

Chapter 212 The script is not arranged like this

After a few people left, the originally solemn atmosphere in the castle suddenly relaxed.

Except for Xiaolan and the maid who were confused, and the three people who were worried about finding a way out, the remaining people started rummaging around in the castle with great interest.

Of course, Mochizuki is not among them. She still holds on to her last hope for the treasures in the other museum.

"Sister Wangyue, this is for you!"

Conan muttered with a few people for a long time, and was finally pushed out by the unscrupulous adults. He is currently standing in front of Mochizuki with a look of helplessness.

"Ether, you don't need this thing, do you?"

Mochizuki looked at the black bottle wrapped in a handkerchief in Conan's hand, with a trace of confusion on his face.

Look at these strong young people, and then think about the old arms and legs of the murderer.

Why bother!
This is a complete bullying of the elderly!
Although the murderer was very unscrupulous, blowing up their expensive cars and even killing a detective, it would be nice to just catch him and ask him to compensate according to the price.

Things don't have to be so extreme.

Nowadays, there are so many people who touch porcelain. If the other person's heart is not good, the emotion will pass away.

As the only two police officers at the scene, she and Zhu Fu might have to write a self-criticism.

"Well, this is actually prepared for Sister Xiaolan and the others. Brother Amuro said that this way the play will be realistic."

"When she sees all of us killing each other for the treasure in the annex, she will definitely run out on her own. Then we can ask her how to leave here."

Conan silently wiped the sweat from his forehead. This idea was actually his idea, but the way Officer Mochizuki looked at them was really weird.

So he had an idea and pinned this crime on the suspicious Toru Amuro.

"Well, if Sister Mochizuki is interested, you can kill two people for fun later."

"We have tentatively decided on several ways to die. Detective Hakuba hopes to be shot to death. Sister Ikumi thinks death by poisoning is interesting. Brother Amuro plans to be the last substitute. Officer Zhufushi said he can cooperate with you..."

Conan laughed dryly, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

No wonder those adults didn't come over. I didn't feel it just now, but now when I told Sister Mochizuki, a detective from the Metropolitan Police Department, I suddenly felt that I was outrageous.

"Conan, you are floating!"

Mochizuki took the handkerchief and the bottle and gave the child who was looking at him a critical blow. He actually let a law-abiding criminal policeman do such a murderous thing.

This is simply outrageous!
A smile appeared at the corner of Mochizuki's lips, she patted the secret code that made her head hurt into Conan's arms, and rushed towards Xiaolan enthusiastically.

There was no point in pretending to be dead, she already had a better idea.

The haunted house version of Dusk Villa is the coolest!

Mochizuki put the two innocent girls down in the bathroom without any burden, ensuring that they would receive the strongest impact as soon as they opened their eyes.

Others are not idle either. Toru Amuro is standing on a stool under his feet and is repairing the light bulbs in the annex to ensure that they can handle the important task of atmosphere.

Detective Hakuba and former prosecutor Ikumi prepared various props on their bodies according to the original plan.

Zhu Fu was pasting the things Mochizuki made on the wall while paying attention to the direction of the door to prevent the few people who went out to explore the road from suddenly coming back.

"Sister Wangyue, isn't this bad!"

Conan looked at the increasingly eerie annex and could already imagine Xiaolan opening her eyes and screaming.

The famous detective who has always been fearless suddenly felt that the shadow of death was approaching him.

This is no joke. With Xiaolan's fear of ghosts, if she knew that she was also involved.

Although he is Conan now, a violent beating is inevitable. When the time comes, he will definitely be beaten to death.

Conan looked miserable and pitiful, trying to make the conscience of these playful adults find out.

But it's of no use!

This group of people has unilaterally decided that anyone who does not participate in the game will be their prey tonight. Now not only Xiaolan, but Uncle Maori and the others have also been abandoned. This is completely different from what they agreed in advance!

Conan cried with a little face, and let Miss Yumei, who had finished dressing up, paint on his face.

At present, he has a new task. After Xiaolan and the maid are frightened for the first time, he will appear as a kid and guide them into the second stage.

I hope Xiaolan can understand his helplessness!

Conan was thinking while practicing in front of the mirror. After his resistance failed, he had decided to use the superb acting skills he inherited from his mother to scare the murderer half to death.

"Level 1 alert, the target person has appeared in the field of vision."

Zhu Fu jumped down from the window sill and gestured to several people.

Amuro immediately jumped off the stool and restored the living room to its original appearance.

The two of them hid near the gate calmly, waiting for the prey that would break in here later.

Mochizuki carried Conan and disappeared from everyone's sight. Only Tan Hakuba and Miss Ikumi stood in the living room.

Mouri Kogoro and Motegi Harushi walked back to the annex in silence. Not only did they gain nothing from this trip, but they also lost an ally.

When the car drove to the suspension bridge, an explosion suddenly occurred. The two people were checking the road and narrowly escaped.

But the other detective was in a worse situation. As the bombed car fell into a deep ravine, he knew that there was no way to save him.

"How could this be?"

The door was open, and the two of them walked in doubtfully, and saw Tan Baima and Miss Yumei lying quietly in the living room, both holding pistols in their hands.

A bloody rose bloomed on Baima Tan's chest, glowing miserably under the dim light.

Mouri Kogoro's expression changed drastically. The murderer had struck again.

"Damn it, nothing will happen to Xiaolan!"

The two of them were about to step forward to check, when there was a sizzling sound of electricity in the living room, and then the dim light began to turn green.

There also began to be a rustling sound in the living room, as if something was appearing in this annex.

The two of them subconsciously tensed up.

The bathroom door was opened a small crack, and the glass on the window was broken off by someone.

It was dark outside the window, and the cold wind was blowing. Mao Lilan opened her eyes in a daze, not understanding why she was lying here.

As his brain slowly replayed the scenes that happened before he fell into coma, Mao Lilan felt a thrill all over his body.

She seemed to be dazed.

Damn it, nothing will happen to Miss Yamei!
Mao Lilan looked towards the corner anxiously, but didn't want to meet a pair of cloudy eyes.

The visitor's pupils have begun to dilate, and scabs have begun to form in the whites of his eyes. The white suit is like a bracket, hanging on the other person's body, pulling his body.

Step by step, slowly approach the only target in the room.

Mao Lilan felt that all the blood in her body was coagulating together, and all the strength in her body was piled in her throat, but she couldn't shout out.

"Squeak!"

The cold wind blowing in from the window nailed the bathroom door tightly.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Mao Lilan finally broke down and closed his eyes and shouted.

"Yeah~"

"It's Xiaolan's voice, coming from over there."

Ignoring the two people lying in the living room, Maori rushed forward with a single stride. Motegi Haruhi behind him was about to follow, but a gust of wind suddenly struck the back of his head.