After becoming invincible, start having fun in the world

Chapter 345 Charcoal
"Sorry, the toilet drain is clogged, so I'll have to lock this toilet temporarily. Please go to a toilet further away."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Chu Ke simply wiped the water droplets from his hands with a handkerchief and offered a brief explanation with a smile.

Conan looked embarrassed. After all, considering what Chu Ke had said at the door earlier, it was quite obvious why the toilet was clogged.

However, considering that Chu Ke had helped him cover up the incident of going down the bridge, Conan was not going to act like that clueless kid.

After Sato Seiyu's performance, Matsushima Wanxing hurriedly left the entertainment room, saying that she was also feeling a bit unwell and needed to use the restroom. She then pulled Chu Ke along and led her to another restroom.

Inside the entertainment room, thanks to Sato Seiyu's performance, the group managed to break the ice and their interactions became less awkward.

At this point, Yuanzi suggested that since there was still some time before the dinner, why not try some board games?

Since everyone had nothing else to do, they all agreed to the suggestion.

The board game was the classic Werewolf, but there were no Werewolf cards in the entertainment room. Sonoko initially wanted to use playing cards instead, but the painter Takahashi Mohaku refused.

He took out thick cotton paper for watercolors from his painting supplies, cut it into small pieces, and with a few strokes of his brush, lifelike cards were born.

This little display of skill won everyone's praise, and he just scratched his head, a little shy.

Conan quite liked this kind of mystery game, so he insisted on playing it with her, and Ran, who was playing God after losing the Joker card, gave him a card.

But the moment Conan received the card and saw the portrait on it, he was stunned.

He hadn't climbed onto the sofa before, so he hadn't seen Takahashi Mohaku's drawing process. This was the first time he had clearly seen the contents of the card.

It depicts a simple-minded farmer, representing the villagers' profession. His honest yet slightly fearful expression is vividly portrayed. This is just a sketch, demonstrating Takahashi Muhaku's superb drawing skills.

But none of that matters. The key is the material used for the drawing—the rough cotton paper with its crisscrossing, dark pen marks. Compared to the slightly reflective gray of a pencil, this color is darker and more accurate, and it lacks that unique metallic sheen. Looking at the villagers' dark eyes, which are depicted in a generalized way, it's as if you've fallen into some kind of abyss.

Conan gently touched it with his fingertip, and a small layer of black ash immediately came off. He couldn't smell anything when he put it to his nose.

The color and texture are exactly the same as the marks we saw at the point where the bridge broke!
Conan's spirits lifted, but before he could speak, Takahashi Mohaku noticed his actions.

"Kid, don't rub this pattern on! I haven't sprayed any fixative yet. If you smudge it, it'll be ruined."

Conan nodded quickly, then feigned ignorance and asked, "Hey, brother, what kind of paint is this? It looks different from what I draw with my pencil."

Takahashi Mubai's expression remained unchanged: "The child is indeed very observant."

As he spoke, he took out the pen he had just used for drawing from the box and handed it to Conan.

The pen had marks from being whittled and carried a woody scent.

"This is called a charcoal pencil. It's a tool we often use for drawing sketches and quick sketches. Because it's easier to blend and color than a pencil, most art students start with this."

"Oh, I see." Conan nodded.

“Is that so? I was just about to ask that question too.” Sato Chengze took the pen from Conan and rubbed it with his fingertip. “It’s really black, much blacker than a pencil. This kind of drawing tool is so unique.”

Takahashi Mubai smiled and nodded without saying anything.

Only Conan's eyes lit up, as if he had figured something out.

'I see, I understand completely now…'

'I now know who broke the wooden bridge, but... what was their motive?'

'And those markings made with charcoal pencil...' 'Now, I just need to figure out one more thing, and everything will be solved!'

Conan composed himself and stopped dwelling on it.

"Hey, haven't they come back yet?" Yuanzi complained. "We're just waiting for them to come back so we can start the game."

"Hmm, it has been quite a while. Have you encountered any difficulties? I'll go check on you." Takahashi Mubai suddenly volunteered and walked out of the lounge.

Conan's glasses reflected a slight light as he was about to take a step forward and follow.

But the next moment, Yuanzi grabbed fate by the back of her collar: "Hey, where are you going?"

"Stop making things worse!"

Conan had no choice but to sit down dejectedly.

A moment later, Matsushima Wansei returned alone.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. Mr. Takahashi just came to me and said, 'Wait for us to come back and play board games.'"

Conan could clearly sense that the other person was a little irritated.

"That's right, that's right, we've been waiting for you guys, come on over." Yuanzi waved first, then asked, "Why are you the only one here? Where are the other two?"

"Oh, Mr. Chu Ke took me to the restroom and then said he was going to check if anyone had come to repair the broken bridge before he left. Mr. Takahashi went to find him and should be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Ke and Gao Qiao Mubai pushed open the door and entered.

"Sorry I'm late." Chu Ke stamped his foot, and the snow on his shoes fell off, melting into water from the heat of the fireplace inside. "I met Mr. Takahashi at the door, so we came back together."

Takahashi Mubai didn't say anything, but his expression was a little off.

Conan secretly memorized everything, his intuition telling him that what happened today was likely to be very complicated.

The Werewolf game started as usual. In the first round, Yuanzi and Gaoqiao Mubai were chosen as werewolves, but Gaoqiao Mubai was obviously distracted and his mistake was quickly exposed, ending the game.

In the second game, Xiao Lan was replaced, and Gao Qiao Mubai became the God. Because Xiao Lan, as the witch, saved people in a timely manner, this game lasted a long time, and the various deductions were also very exciting. However, in the end, Chu Ke, as a werewolf, used a classic "backdoor werewolf" tactic to win a game for the werewolves.

The werewolf game ended, and the banquet was about to begin. Everyone packed up their things and went back to their rooms to change clothes.

Chu Ke sat by the fireplace in the recreation room, the firelight dancing on his face.

He has figured out how the other party poisoned him.

Nothing more than a decanter for relieving hangovers.

The decanter handle had been coated with cyanide at some point, and touching it would inevitably leave your hands with cyanide.

He was poisoned because he opened the bottle of mineral water with his hands contaminated with cyanide.

The antidote failed because he induced vomiting with his poisoned finger, which worsened the poisoning and left the poison residue in his throat.

He had just gone out to bury his body in the snow.

The only thing Chu Ke couldn't understand was why the murderer was so certain that he was the one who distributed the wine to everyone and touched the decanter.
If someone else touches it, wouldn't that kill them?

(End of this chapter)