Conan's Unscientific Detective

He felt that the fortune teller in front of him was a little unusual.

For some reason, I thought of Koizumi Hongzi.

The fortune teller in the world of science...

Something.

"Okay, let's not just stand here outside."

At this time, Katagiri Masanori saw that the topic was becoming more and more mysterious, so he changed the subject: "Since everyone is here, let's go in and talk first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door on the right side of the villa was pushed open.

A young and lovely maid wearing a red maid outfit and short brown hair walked out: "Everyone is very welcome."

At this time, the door on the other side was also pushed open, and another young and lovely girl wearing a red maid outfit came out: "Everyone is very welcome."

"........."

Fujino lowered his chin, looked left and right, sizing up the two girls in front of him, feeling a little curious.

He remembered that the two girls were twins, named Shimokasa Honami and Shimokasa Minaho.

According to rumors, not only do these two girls wear the same maid outfit, but even their voices, looks, tones... even their three dimensions are exactly the same...

After staring for a while, Fujino felt his eyes getting sore.

Well, they are all exactly the same.

Some of them send chills down your spine.

Even someone with such good perception couldn't tell the difference.

As I said, rich people really know how to have fun.

Some maids were not satisfied and even wanted maid sisters who looked exactly the same.

"stare……"

Just when Fujino was finding fault with the two sisters.

Ai Haibara on the side gave him a suspicious look.

She noticed that Fujino had been staring at the two people since just now.

Fujino...you wouldn't like this type, right?

Twin sisters?

Xiao Ai was a little confused and lowered her head into deep thought.

"Mr. Fujino, please enter from the east gate." said Shimogasa on the left.

"Mr. Katagiri, Mr. Matsudaira, Ms. Nagara, please enter from the west gate." Shimogasa on the right said in the same tone.

"We're going to go in separately?"

Matsudaira Mamoru looked at Shimokasa to the left and then to the right, looking a little confused. "Why?"

"This villa is divided into east and west sides. Guests staying in the west rooms need to enter through the west door." said Shimogasa on the right.

"Guests staying in the east rooms should enter through the east door." said Shimogasa on the left.

"If this mansion doesn't follow the rules, it will bring disaster."

The two sisters smiled mischievously: "Because this is... the mansion where the Cursed Mask lives."

As soon as the words fell, a large group of crows cawed in cooperation and suddenly fluttered up from the roof of the mansion. Accompanied by the evil smiles of the two sisters, there was an inexplicable feeling of weirdness and horror.

The others all swallowed their saliva.

Fujino didn't think it was a big deal.

It's so funny that I'm not afraid at all.

Perhaps he is the most terrifying person here today.

Well... it does feel a little different to be Xiao Hei.

…………

Following Shimogasa, Fujino and Haibara Ai entered the mansion from the gate on the left.

The interior style of the mansion is extremely strange, with an indescribable eerie and abstract feeling, and creepy masks hanging everywhere.

Although Fujino already knew the answer, he still asked Shimogasa, "By the way, are you and that person just now sisters?"

"Yes."

Shimogasa nodded and said, "We are twin sisters, so there is no distinction between sisters for now... My name is Shimogasa Honami, and I am in charge of the east side of the mansion, while Minaho is in charge of the west side."

"So that's it."

Fujino nodded in understanding, and temporarily confirmed which Shimogasa in front of him was.

"mask?"

Ai Haibara walked up to a strange mask.

She raised her head and looked around curiously.

"Teacher Sufang likes to collect masks."

Honami came over, "These are just a small part of her collection."

"I didn't expect Miss Sufang to have such a hobby..."

Fujino echoed, glancing at the masks around him.

The room is full of masks, which is quite consistent with Sufang Hongzi's style.

After all, she had been wearing that hypocritical mask for fifteen years.

It wasn't even noticed by outsiders...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 273 Miss Su Fang, You Don’t Want to

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Honami went upstairs carrying her long skirt, and Haibara Ai also lifted the hem of her skirt.

Under her guidance, Fujino came to a door next to the stairs on the second floor.

It was a huge white wooden door with delicate carvings and some gray decorations inlaid on it.

"Minaho and I are going to help you get your luggage."

Honami bowed politely, "Before that, please wait for a moment in Sufang-sensei's mask collection room."

"Thank you for your help, Miss Hona."

Fujino responded politely, then opened the door, and saw a magnificent room.

The room is located in the middle of the left-right structure of the mansion villa. There are many glass display cabinets inside, and the surrounding walls are covered by huge red curtains.

The display cabinets are filled with all kinds of strange masks, even Nuo dance masks that are only worn when performing Chinese ghost shows.

This old lady is not picky about food.

I dare to collect even this kind of mask.

Fujino felt a little speechless.

'These masks must be very expensive, right?'

Huihara Aion began to look around, appearing a little confused.

If it was an ordinary rich man, it wouldn't be a big deal, but Su Fang Hongzi, who is dedicated to charity, shouldn't be so rich...

"Hey, Detective Fujino?"

At this moment, a surprised voice was heard.

Fujino turned his head and saw the few people who had just separated walked in from the door on the other side of the villa.

Katagiri Masanori and Matsudaira Mamoru seemed a little surprised.

Nagara Haruka remained calm.

She walked around the booth, looking thoughtfully at the strange masks in the display case.

At this time, she had taken off her coat, revealing the purple dress underneath.

The collarbone, elbows, and waist are decorated with golden patterns, which makes her already somewhat mysterious temperament even more intense.

To Fujino, it feels like the witch Koizumi Hongzi...

Well, a bit second-rate.

But it seems that all witches in the science world seem to be of this style.

Retracting his thoughts, Fujino walked forward and asked Nagara Haruka tentatively: "Ms. Nagara, the bad premonition you just mentioned, could it be these masks?"

"Although these masks have an evil aura... they are probably not."

Nagara Haruka shook her head and said in a deep voice, "Compared to these masks, the evil aura behind the curtains is even more intense than these masks."

"Evil aura?"

Haibara Ai followed behind Fujino, and upon hearing this, she curiously cast her gaze towards the red curtain around her.

Fujino seemed to be thinking about something. After all, in his memory, behind the red curtain was another murder weapon of Xiao Hei, two hundred cursed masks...

The fortune teller guessed it right again.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

At this time, Sufang Hongzi walked into the collection room.

She was smiling and wearing the same outfit as before.

Behind her, followed her current assistant, Inada Kazuyo.

"Excuse me, are these all masks from your collection?"

Nagara Haruka turned her head and asked curiously.

"Well, these masks are what I have collected over the years. What do you think?"

When Sufang Hongzi talked about her collection of masks, her smile became even brighter.

"Forehead……"

For a moment, everyone present didn't know how to respond and was speechless.

After all, this hobby of collecting horror masks...

It is indeed a bit niche.

"Ms. Sufang, what are those things behind the curtains?"

At this time, Nagara Haruka suddenly asked, "Isn't it a mask too?"

"That's right, those are the collections that I am most satisfied with..."

As she spoke, Sufang Hongzi walked to a display case nearby and pressed a button. "The two hundred masks that the Spanish sculptor Chauburu Gontillas said to have made before his death."

When everyone looked back, they saw that the red curtains on both sides of the room were suddenly pulled open by a mechanism.

Behind the curtain were rows of wooden shelves, on which were placed two hundred masks of the same style. The white masks had strange smiles engraved on their faces, which looked somewhat scary.

"Xiao Bulu..."

Changliang Haruka suddenly remembered something, "Is it a cursed mask?"

"Cursed Mask?!"

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this, and they couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines when they recalled how Nagara Haruka had just acted like a ghost.

"Shawburu is a tragic sculptor. Although he possesses outstanding talent, he is framed by his own brother...his status, reputation, and property are all taken away."

Seeing everyone's reaction, Sufang Hongzi proudly introduced her collection. "After that, Xiao Bulu became extremely distrustful of humans. He locked himself in the room to make masks. He carved masks day and night as if he was possessed. He committed suicide after making the 200th mask... The masks scattered around the corpse were covered in blood, as if the blood had been sucked dry by the masks."

"After that, Xiao Bulu regained his reputation, and these masks became valuable collectibles, passing through the hands of many people..."