Conan's Unscientific Detective

Although you are an accomplice, you are now the Maori brother after all...

Just bear with it, little brother.

However, Fujino did not intend to stab Touzi in the back. After a change of mind, he continued, "As a detective, it is always wrong to judge based on preconceived ideas. We should treat the case with a skeptical attitude. Judging from the current situation, we all think that Kaito Kidd invited us here, but what if it is not the case?"

"You mean someone's pretending to be him?"

Qiangtian Yumei frowned, thinking that this little guy was not simple. She looked at Fujino with a serious look in her eyes: "If this is true, the person who invited us here would say something like "The Last Supper". If the tableware is poisoned, then I'm afraid we will all die."

'I see! ’

Kuroba Kaito was stunned when he heard this, and then he understood immediately!

He was helping me...

Indeed, even he didn't know who was doing things under his guise. Now that everyone agreed that the master was him, they would definitely let down their guard.

If someone really smeared poison on the tableware, I'm afraid everyone would be in trouble.

"You're right."

Mogi Harufu nodded, agreeing with everyone's opinion, and suggested, "How about this, we just use rock-paper-scissors to swap positions. To be honest, I don't want to be played around by a jerk who doesn't even want to reveal his appearance."

"Hey……"

Kuroba Kaito looked at the other party and said, "What if I'm unlucky and get poisoned?"

To be honest, he also had some doubts.

After all, he was not the mastermind behind this incident. If someone really died because of poisoning, that would be something he didn't want to see.

"Then accept your fate."

Mogi Harufumi said nonchalantly, "Bad luck. I can only complain in my coffin in the end."

"Luck?"

Fujino glanced at Mogi Harushi briefly.

When it comes to luck, Xiaolan, Conan, Uncle Maori, even Hakuba Tan and Touzi, are basically invincible.

Not to mention being poisoned, even if the three of you extras were all poisoned, they wouldn’t be poisoned.

After all, he is the chosen son of the old thief Qingshan.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 390 Biting fingers is a bad habit

Fujino was not worried about being poisoned. He remembered that the poison should have been applied on the handle of the teacup close to the thumb.

If no one sucks their thumb, there is a high probability that no one will be poisoned.

Of course, one of them must die today.

Just in case, he sniffed it and found that it was indeed there.

Coming back to his senses, Fujino glanced at Okami Zhushan who was standing beside him.

This guy has been biting his fingers since a while ago.

Biting your fingers is not a good habit.

But for this kind of stuff, if it dies, it dies, there is no need to feel sorry for it.

You know, they were invited here because of this guy, and he was planning to kill everyone.

Fujino is not a kind-hearted person who believes in repaying evil with kindness.

If you want to kill Teng, you must be prepared to be killed.

After the game of guessing punches, everyone took their seats.

Fujino was sitting next to Conan and Ran, with Ikumi Gunda on his right, and opposite them, from left to right, were Haruhi Mogi, Hakuba Tan, Chima Kyouyo, Toshiko who had become Kogoro Mori, and Okami Muzen.

Despite the risk of poisoning, everyone chose to have dinner with peace of mind after wiping the tableware.

As a gourmet detective, Da Shang Zhushan's cooking skills are naturally first-class.

Of course, as a food lover, he would never poison the food.

On the one hand, it is because the motive is too obvious, and on the other hand, there is a possibility that he will be poisoned to death.

In Dashang Zhushan's original plan, he was supposed to poison the maid after dinner. Although there were some changes, the plan went smoothly overall.

However, he had no idea that his accomplices had already rebelled and were planning to kill him.

“This dish is so delicious!”

Kuroba Kaito imitated Kogoro Mori's tone and made a Mori-style sigh.

He had met Kogoro Mori before, so he naturally knew that guy's tone and personality. It was easiest for someone with such a distinct personality to disguise himself.

As for someone like Fujino who is smoldering and has a pale face and who knows how much is hidden under his mind, that is the most difficult to disguise.

At the same time, he was relieved that no one died.

But from Fujino's point of view, Douzi's disguise was still a little unnatural.

How should I put it, the real Maori uncle should be more wretched.

"Now the food has been served, and none of us has been poisoned."

Qian Jianjiang wiped his mouth with a napkin: "It seems that guy doesn't want to kill us all here..."

"It seems that we were worrying too much just now."

Gunda Yumi laughed and said, "But it's always good to be skeptical. I don't want to die in a place like this."

At this time, the head of the horn man in the right position made a dull sound again: "I guess everyone is full now? I wonder if you are satisfied with the last dinner I prepared for you?"

No one responded to the loudspeaker who was left with only his head and a tape hanging underneath. There was just an awkward silence.

After a short pause, the loudspeaker spoke again in a low voice: "Let's get back to the point. I'm sure you must be curious about why I went to so much trouble to get this house and make it the stage for the game... The answer is on the spoon and fork next to you."

"Little bird?"

Xiaolan picked up a spoon curiously and took a look: "Why does it feel like this bird has a big, creepy mouth?"

"Karasuma Renya."

Fujino crossed his arms and said in a deep voice, "He was a famous wealthy man a long time ago. There are many rumors about him."

"Karasuma Renya?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Fujino, looking a little confused.

"This is the badge of Karasuma Renya who died mysteriously half a century ago!"

Immediately after Fujino finished speaking, Labaren said this.

But everyone felt that this was no longer strange.

And Okami Zhushan looked at Fujino, frowned, and began to bite his thumb frantically.

Why does my perfect plan always get disrupted by this kid?

Fortunately, the loudspeaker continued to speak without anyone interrupting him: "Not only the tableware here, but also the door of this house, no matter where it is, he asked someone to make it specially. In other words, this is Karasuma Renye's villa. No, it should be said that it used to be his villa."

"Forty years ago, before the storm hit, a tragedy as terrible as hell occurred in this house. That night, this mansion held a memorial service for Karasuma Ren'ye. Those present were all well-known figures in the financial world, but in fact, it was an auction of Karasuma Ren'ye's various treasures. Due to the large amount of treasures, the auction was expected to take three days..."

"But on the second night! Two men came to this mansion and gave the organizer a leaf. Then they became the guests of honor at the auction!"

"They kept persuading other people around them to smoke the leaves together until the smoke filled the whole room. Someone was yelling while holding the artwork. A girl was sobbing until her tears ran dry. A man kept cutting his wrists with a pen. Finally, they picked up the swords from the auction and brandished them at each other... Hell began to descend!"

"It is said that after the auction, eight people died, and the two men disappeared with the treasure!"

"But..."

After listening to the story, Kuroba Kaito used Maori Kogoro's tone and seemed a little curious: "Normally speaking, such a serious case has never been reported before?"

"Maybe it's because the identities of the invited guests were very special at that time."

Dashang Zhushan took a sip of the black tea on the table and explained according to his own script: "Those who came that day were all celebrities in the financial world and their families. In such a bloody situation, it was impossible to identify the suspect, not to mention that the identities of both the murderer and the victim were extremely sensitive..."

Fujino was not surprised. He knew that this was all a made-up story, but he still pretended to think: "If we really want to investigate, it would be better to let this matter go cold and block the news. After all, this kind of scandal is nothing new in Japan."

"As expected of a young detective consultant within the police force, he has seen such dark things at such a young age."

As a former prosecutor, Ikumi Gunda naturally had a deep understanding of this kind of thing. She changed her mind and became interested again: "But if you ask me, this kind of old black history is a proper appetizer."

"Speaking of this, I believe you all understand why I chose this place, right?"

The megaphone man with only one head left continued to make noises: "I want all the detectives, ladies and gentlemen, to reenact the tragedy that happened here that year, in this house, a hellish scene of people fighting over treasures and killing each other."

“But I understand that it’s not easy to see flowers in the smoke, so I’ll give you some tips.”

"Two travelers look up at the sky at night, the devil descends on the castle, the king escapes with the treasure, the princess sheds tears on the Holy Grail and prays for forgiveness, the knight commits suicide with a sword, and the blood stains the ground... I put a lot of effort into giving this hint based on the characteristics of this house. Don't you think this hint is very appropriate for what is going to happen next?"

"You take us all for fools, don't you?"

Gunda Yumi said unhappily, "Killing each other or something like that only requires people to kill each other, but I have no interest in such things at all."

Then, she turned to Fujino and asked, "What about you, little detective?"

"I'm not small, okay..."

Fujino murmured, and then said seriously: "I am not interested either. If I attack you... or should I say massacre you, none of you can leave here alive."

Dashang Zhushan took a sip of tea and calmed down: "No matter how powerful you are, you can't kill all of us, right?"

Kuroba Kaito: "..."

Bai Ma Tan: “…”

Conan: "..."

When it comes to fighting ability, in their eyes everyone present except Fujino is trash.

They had no doubt that Fujino was indeed capable of killing everyone present and then escaping alone.

"It is impossible for you to escape from this game. You have already been dragged into the magic I cast!"

The loudspeaker suddenly made a sound at this time: "Just like forty years ago, when one of you screamed for the first time, this competition of wisdom has completely kicked off... Did you hear clearly? Whoever finds the treasure, please go to the room in the central tower and input the location of the treasure into the computer. I will keep my promise, give him half of the treasure, and tell him how to escape from here..."

"Ugh!!"

After the other side finished speaking, Mogi Harushi suddenly covered his neck and whimpered, then fell to the ground in pain.

"Mr. Mogi?!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw this and hurried forward.

The great Lord Zhu Shan was confused when he saw this.

Something's wrong...

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be this link.

As he thought about it, he bit his fingers more diligently.

"Alas...biting your fingers is a bad habit indeed."

Fujino glanced at Okami Zhushan, then walked to the side of the fallen Mogi Haruhi, took a look, and shook his head: "The mouth stinks so much, it must be some kind of extremely smelly poison. If you ask me, it should be the paraquat produced in China..."

As he spoke, he took out a needle from his pocket: "I happen to have the paraquat antidote with me. Well, Mr. Motegi, I am very strong, please bear with me!"

"Wait! I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

Seeing this, Haruki Mogi quickly stood up, fearing that the young detective would really inject him with some antidote.

"what?"

Fujino frowned slightly and put away the needle impatiently: "You are so old, and you are still making such a joke. I imported the antidote for paraquat with great difficulty. If you use it, it will be gone."

The people around him also nodded silently, condemning Mogi Haruki's behavior.

"Well……"

Haruki Mogi felt a little embarrassed.

"Ugh!"

At this time, another whimpering sound was heard.

When everyone turned around, they saw Dashang Zhushan holding his throat and falling backwards with his head tilted back in pain.