I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"This annex once convened a secret meeting of political and economic celebrities. On the surface, it was to express condolences for Karasuma Renya, who passed away at the age of 99. However, the meeting was actually an auction for Karasuma Renya's collection of art. The number of auction items at the time was even more than 300, so the entire auction was expected to last for three days and three nights."

"So on a stormy night the second day of the auction, two men, soaked by the rain, suddenly came to the villa and said they had lost their way in the storm and wanted to stay overnight."

"The organizer of the auction originally wanted to reject them, but the man took out a small package from his pocket, which contained something like cigarettes. The organizer changed his mind after smoking their cigarettes."

"After seeing this, other guests also accepted their instigation, and soon the annex was filled with a thick smell of cigarettes."

Smoke that can confuse people's minds...

As an old detective, Kogoro Mouri immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Wait, that cigarette could be——"

"Ye Chouzi."

Serabelle referred to it in slang.

The leaves are also commonly known as door♂hemp.

"At first, the guests at the auction were still arguing over the two unexpected visitors, but as the cigarettes spread among the guests, the situation suddenly changed."

"First, a man suddenly screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and then he ran out, leaving behind the artwork he had photographed with great difficulty."

"Then a woman began to cover her face and cry, as if begging for forgiveness from someone, until all her tears dried up."

"And there was a man who was excitedly stabbing himself in the wrist with a pen."

"In the end, all the guests started to scramble for the artworks being auctioned, and some even used the famous knives and swords to kill each other. The entire auction site was like a living hell."

"After this nightmare night, eight guests in the annex died, and more than a dozen guests fell into coma, while the two uninvited guests disappeared with all the goods in the auction."

What the dummy said sounded like it was narrating a fictional horror story, but everyone present understood without exception that it was telling the truth.

The bloodstains found everywhere in the annex are the strongest evidence that the above story had happened here.

Maori Kogoro still had a little hope: "But if such a tragic thing really happened, why was there no report at all at the time?"

"I think the problem might be with the guests who attended the auction at that time."

Dashang Zhushan answered the question for him.

"After all, all the people who attended the auction were political and economic celebrities. Rather than letting the world know that they were tricked by two petty thieves who came out of nowhere, it would be better to suppress this matter completely and pretend it never happened."

"That's true..."

"So now you all understand why I chose this pavilion as the stage for the game." The dummy seemed to laugh contemptuously, "I want you to reenact the tragedy of forty years ago. I want to see you fight each other for the treasure."

"We will fight each other for treasure? What a joke." Mogi snorted first.

The dummy ignored him and continued.

"But considering that searching for treasure in such a large mansion is like looking for a needle in a haystack, I will give you a hint - the two hurried travelers looked up at the sky at night, and the devil descended on the castle. The king fled with the treasure, the princess shed tears into the Holy Grail and begged for mercy from the heavens, and the soldier died and committed suicide with a sword, and the earth changed color."

"Eh? Isn't this the story that happened in this villa we just talked about?" Xiaolan suddenly reacted.

Serabelle raised her head and drank the coffee in one gulp, then put the cup down and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are full of lies. According to what you said now, the tragedy that happened in the annex is false. After all, that story was adapted from a secret code. So where the bloodstains in the annex came from is another mystery."

"And there's something I wanted to complain about just now. You seem to only be able to say fixed phrases, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Serabelle suddenly stood up and grabbed the top of the dummy's head with one hand, and pulled it off with force like catching a basketball with one hand.

It’s not that Serabelle is very strong, but the dummy head is detachable and is simply sitting on the body underneath.

Now that the head has been pulled up by the roots, the sound part starting from the eye position has appeared in front of everyone.

What was connected underneath was actually a small Walkman, and it was a very retro kind that played tapes.

"Now you've exposed your true colors~"

Serabelle turned around holding the dummy head and shook the stopped tape below towards everyone.

"I just felt very strange, and after a little testing I found that it was indeed true. Moreover, this thing is controlled by someone. Otherwise, let alone whether the tape is long enough, it would be impossible for them to control the timing of our meal."

"By the way, remote control is also impossible. Although there are cameras installed everywhere in this annex, theoretically it is possible for the organizers to observe our movements in real time from somewhere else, but this Walkman...it can't do that."

"The principle is very simple. Nowadays, all remote control functions are basically achieved through connecting to wifi, but this old-fashioned Walkman does not have the option of connecting to wifi."

Serabelle shrugged and placed the mannequin head on the table in front of her.

"So the answer is clear. The people who brought us here are around us...even among us."

As soon as these words came out, the looks of all the detectives changed.

Among them...

This statement is just like a ghost in human skin sneaking into a group of people in a horror movie.

Serabelle's calm gaze swept across the faces of everyone at the table one by one.

"So my suggestion is that everyone should search each other right now. Whoever has the remote control will be the one playing tricks. What do you think?"

There was silence for a second, and then Haruki Mogi rapped the table with his knuckles.

"I agree. Let's do it."

Ikumi Qida also raised her hand.

"I agree too."

Then there is Bai Ma Tan.

"Well, it does sound like a simple but effective method."

Although Qianjian Jiangdai did not say anything, she seemed inclined to do so judging from her thoughtful nodding posture.

Kogoro Mori, the only one who had no opinion, couldn't help but raise his hand hastily when he saw that everyone's opinions were unanimous.

"Me too!"

After one round, most people expressed their opinions. Serabel turned to Dashang Zhushan, who was still biting his thumb with a conflicted look on his face.

"Mr. Okami, why don't you say anything?"

Chapter 265 He was touched to death by you

When a group of people face the same problem, one of them makes a well-reasoned analysis and gives a reasonable solution, and then the others agree.

This is normal.

But if everyone else agrees, only one person is hesitant and cannot come up with a legitimate reason for his opposition.

Then it is obvious that the only person who is hesitant is the one with the problem.

At this moment, six out of the seven detectives have expressed their agreement, and the only one who is still hesitant is Da Shang Zhushan, who is known as the gourmet detective.

In fact, as Serabelle said before, it would be fine even if she came out and admitted that it was her.

After all, all the detectives present had received a check for two million yen before coming here. Although this might actually be the entire commission, giving so much money before starting work is still considered quite generous.

You pay the money and we do the work. It's a transaction between us.

Unless there is some other plot...

"Hey, hey, could this secret organizer really be you, Mr. Okami?" The beautiful lady Qiangtian urged, crossing her legs and changing her posture.

"Although I can't be 100% sure, it's not impossible."

Mogi joked as he lit a cigarette.

"Okay, you're not going to say anything. The pressure is on you now, Mr. Okami?"

"NO, I have not……"

Dashang Zhushan opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

You can see that he is starting to get a little flustered.

Bai Ba Tan also raised his eyebrows slightly.

When things got to this point, anyone could see that there was definitely something wrong with Dashang Zhushan, but everyone still maintained a last bit of politeness and did not completely fall out with each other.

However, there was one exception.

boom!

A hand grabbed the back of the chair behind the gourmet detective and pulled him hard, causing him to lean backwards. He fell heavily to the ground with the chair in his hand.

A thin and long cane blocked a small part of the light from overhead, and the tip of the cane hovered less than three centimeters above Dashang Zhushan's Adam's apple.

"W-What are you doing?!"

The young man's condescending figure was reflected in his wide-open pupils, and Dashang Zhushan shouted with twitching eyes.

"You talk too much."

Serabelle was too lazy to say anything more to him. She struck the gourmet detective on the front teeth as he opened his mouth to speak with almost no force. It hurt so much that Dashang Zhushan quickly closed his mouth and dared not even fart, and could only make a whimpering sound.

Then he raised his chin towards Haruki Mogi, who was standing beside him with a look of surprise and amazement on his face.

"Can you lend a hand and search me?"

“…Hi Hi Hi~”

Mogi touched his forehead, didn't say much, and leaned over with a cigarette in his mouth to start searching inside the gourmet detective's clothes.

To be honest, he was a little confused.

I originally thought that this Sera guy was of the same type as the white horse guy over there, but I didn't expect that he looked quiet and gentle, but he was so wild when he started fighting.

As soon as we had a disagreement, he lifted the stool and pointed at my throat and said he wanted to search me. I wish I could shoot and kill me the next second. Where did you come from, captain of the purge team?

"Oh, I found it."

It took less than a minute in total, and when Mogi pulled his hand out of his clothes, there was a Walkman remote control between his fingers.

This time the criminal was caught red-handed.

"So what else do you have to say, the phantom of God's forsaken son who claims to want us to kill each other for treasure?"

Mogi laughed mercilessly.

"I, I am..."

In fact, at this point it is useless to say anything, but Dashang Zhushan still wants to struggle.

But in the next second, his eyes suddenly widened without any warning, and his mouth opened as wide as possible. He pinched his neck with both hands and made a hoarse sound, and his eyeballs were covered in blood and almost popped out.

"Wait, he doesn't look right!" Kogoro Mouri said in surprise.

This lasted for about five seconds, and then Dashang Zhushan's head tilted and he became motionless, with only the hideous look of death remaining on his fat face.

"……what?"

Mogi also opened his mouth slightly, and an illusory question mark slowly appeared above his head.

No, this is too prank. I was fine in the last second, and it happened in the next second.

Are you some kind of Wang Situ?

Because it was so outrageous that it seemed like an act, Mogi didn't even immediately verify its authenticity. Instead, he looked up at Serabelle, who also had a look of disbelief on her face.

"That's bad, he's scared to death by you."

"…How is that possible? Why don't you say that you touched him to death?"

Serabelle frowned, put away her cane, leaned over to check her breath, then put on white gloves and felt her pulse, her expression becoming even weirder.

"He's really dead."

"Recorded time of death: 7:25:22."

Bai Batan, who was sitting across from the long dining table, took out his pocket watch, checked the time and said.

Mao Mu scratched his hair, looking puzzled: "But how did he die?"

"From the symptoms before death, it seems that he died of poisoning."

Ikumi Gunda, who used to be a coroner, walked over and said this. She gracefully leaned over and pinched open Okami Zhushan's mouth with her hands, then waved her hands to breathe air into his nose.

"There is a distinct almond taste in his mouth. It's potassium cyanate poisoning. But the question is how did he get poisoned? Everyone eats the same food here, and I didn't find any poison container in Mr. Okami's mouth."

“…I remember he was chewing his fingers.”