【Conan】I just want to survive but I am forced to join the main plot

There are a variety of snacks and drinks in the living room, as well as a wide variety of entertainment facilities. After the old man with something wrong all over his body left, Xiaolan ate some sweet snacks and finally relaxed.

Then he casually invited Kazuha and Gunda Ikumi to play cards together.

Half an hour later, Ikumi Gunda, who was almost depressed after losing, grabbed the passing Hakuba detective, pushed him down on the card table, and found an excuse to run away.

White Horse Detective:?

Another half hour later, Hakuba Tan held the eagle that was almost covered with small notes. Out of some sensitivity to his old classmates, he subconsciously grabbed Kuroba Kaito and asked for help tactfully with his eyes.

Just take care of your daughter, she's crazy!

Douzi:?

In the end, the people playing cards with Xiaolan became Conan, Hattori and Kaito, and the table was full of Tongtendai.

Hattori Heiji was not ashamed of his complexion. He knelt down ten times from the beginning. He was the first to lose all his chips and was ridiculed by Ye Haoyi with white stripes all over his face.

The protagonist of Conan, Halo, was no match for Ou Huanglan when playing cards. After the bottom friend Hattori Heiji left the game, he was quickly overwhelmed by the blank notes, and then squatted next to Hattori and sighed melancholy.

Kuroba Kaito, the only one to survive the clutches of the Demon King Ran, looked at the cards in his hand and sighed.

Should I give out a thousand, a thousand, or a thousand?

This afternoon passed very quickly for Xiaolan, but for others who were dominated by Ou Huanglan, it was like a year.

Senjian Shidai escaped the disaster because he was older and did not participate in the games played by the young people. He leaned on the armchair next to the coffee table, frowning and thinking about something.

Motegi Harushi handed her a small glass of red wine and asked in passing.

"What's wrong, Sister Qianjian? You looked thoughtful as soon as you walked in. Did the famous easy chair detective find any clues that we didn't know about?"

While going to the bathroom just now, he had already investigated all the accessible places in the villa. Not to mention the owner of the villa, even the sinister old man who had just led them there was nowhere to be seen.

During this period, I only bumped into a few other detectives who were also investigating the situation.

"Do you think that old man looks familiar?"

Motegi Harushi: "Who? I spend most of my time in Chicago, and I really don’t know many people here in Neon."

"I think he looks a lot like Miyamoto Kishi."

Motegi Haruki: ...

He wiped his face and said, "Sister, don't be ridiculous, Miyamoto Kishi has been dead for almost forty years."

Senjian Jiushiro nodded, and then followed slowly: "Yes, it has been forty years, and it seems that he died at the Dusk Annex back then."

Motegi Haruka:! !

"Wait a minute, you..."

At this moment, the door of the living room squeaked again and opened with a burst of underworld sound effects. The pale old man once again appeared in front of everyone.

"Everyone, please move to the restaurant, the master is waiting for you."

Senjian Yushiro stood up with a cane. Motegi Harushi on the other side stared at the old man's face solemnly. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this old man was indeed very similar to the neon auction master in his memory.

It's just that the difference in body shape is about 40 pounds.

When everyone entered the restaurant, there was another heart-wrenching squeaking sound, and the door of the restaurant was slammed shut behind everyone.

"Good evening~ fellow detectives."

A baby-faced young man was sitting at the main seat of the restaurant, greeting everyone with a smile.

"Sang..." Why is Sangria here? ! ! ! !

Conan and Hattori looked at each other with identical shocked expressions on their faces.

"Hey, are you, Kurosawa-kun?" Xiaolan and Kazuye tilted their heads, recognizing this boy who they had met once in Osaka.

Hey, is this the professor’s child? It seems pretty harmless.

Kuroba Kaito blinked, and then immediately noticed the expressions of the little detective and Osaka Kuroji as if they were facing an enemy. Emmm, I'd better take back the harmless comment for the time being. I always feel that the professor can't raise real humans and animals. Harmless child.

"I thought it would be Kaitou Kidd who appeared in the main seat, but he asked a kid to show up?"

Gunda Ikumi didn't take the unintimidating baby face to heart at all. He found a seat and sat down. He looked at the delicious and delicious dishes in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

Kuroba Kaito performed a knowing question on the spot, and then the other detectives present began to reason one by one as he wished, analyzing the challenge he had issued word by word.

Douzi: I feel comfortable.

This is the correct way to open the challenge letter of my mighty Kaitou Kidd. The kind of professor who directly locates someone and then finds them is breaking the rules of the game!

Qianjian Shidai: "That's right, his prey can't escape. His gorgeous techniques are just like illusions."

Ikumi Gunada: "A genius criminal who manipulates the police at his fingertips with an invisible face and voice like a star."

Detective White Horse: "The only one who can disrupt our thoughts, the iconic white cloak, the one who is omnipotent in heaven and earth, Kaitou Kidd."

Conan and Hattori rarely participated in this reasoning solitaire, and all their attention was spent on guarding Sangria.

Dou Zi (proudly akimbo): Yes, yes, if you can speak, just speak more, I like to hear it! !

Ruomu Liang:......

He looked at Kuroba Kaito, who seemed to be wagging his tail, and clapped his hands gently, attracting the attention of everyone sitting separately.

"But I'm sorry, I'm the one who invited you here. After all, if you're a detective, just use the name Kaitou Kidd, and you'll be like a hound that smells the smell of meat, and you'll pounce on it~ "

"Hey you……"

Wakamaki Ryo snapped his fingers and said with a smile to Motegi Haruji, who looked unhappy: "Sit down."

As soon as he finished speaking, several robotic arms jumped out from the chair where Motegi Harushi was sitting and locked him forcefully on the seat.

other people:! ! !

Dou Zi: It’s true, he is indeed the professor’s son. He has the same behavior.

Ruo Muliang ignored the other people who jumped three feet high, supported his chin with one hand, and said slowly: "I invite everyone here today, mainly because I hope you can find the treasure hidden in this annex."

Hattori protected Kazuha behind him and stared at Ryo Wakagi.

"What if we don't say yes?"

Ruo Muliang turned to look at him and said, "Forty years ago, a tragedy happened in this Dusk Villa. Granny Qianjian, you know about it, right?"

Everyone's eyes focused on Senjian Fangdai.

The old woman nodded slowly, "Yes, 40 years ago, my father was invited by the previous owner of the Dusk Annex, Karasuma Renye, but my mother and I never waited for him to come back."

Wakamu Ryo continued on after Senjian Shidai's words, recounting the tragedy that had happened in this luxurious villa, of course, omitting all the parts related to magic.

The old woman listened to Ruo Muliang's story quietly, and then asked slowly.

"You said that the auction they participated in, which was an auction of more than 300 pieces of art collected by Renya Karasuma during his lifetime, was the person in charge of the auction Mr. Miyamoto Kishi?"

Ruo Muliang smiled and nodded, "Yes, isn't he standing behind you?"

Motegi Haruka:!

The two girls, whose combat capabilities were B-level, but who immediately returned to zero when encountering supernatural events, reacted immediately and turned their heads frame by frame to look at the old man who had been standing behind them.

Mao Lilan asked tremblingly: "But, but didn't you say that he is already dead?"

Hattori Heiji snorted coldly, "Pretend to be a ghost."

He stood up and pressed on the old man's shoulder, but his movements suddenly froze. He felt that the touch under his hand was not quite right.

White Horse Detective:!

He finally understood what was going on with the sense of disobedience he had always felt in the old man.

The pure black clothes were obviously wet.

Hattori withdrew his hand, looked at the blood-red color on his hand, and smelled the strong smell of blood that suddenly emanated from the old man's body. He was a little confused for a moment.

No, wait, why did the atmosphere suddenly start to change in a supernatural direction?

The two girls were trembling and hugging each other at this time, and they looked like they were about to blurt out screams at any time.

Gunda Ikumi frowned and took a small step closer to Motegi Haruji who was tied to a chair.

"You have a gun."

"of course."

As a detective in country M, how could he not carry weapons? His eyes indicated the position of his waist. Ikumi Gunda turned sideways, blocking Ryo Wakagi's sight with her body, and quietly took Motegi Haruhi's pistol in his hand.

"Oh, this pretty young lady seems dishonest~"

The old man in black, who had been standing behind everyone and showed no reaction even after being slapped by Hattori Heiji, walked slowly to Gunada Ikumi's side, suddenly reached out and pinched Gunada Ikumi's gun-holding hand.

The beautiful detective struggled subconsciously and accidentally hit the old man's head with her elbow.

The next second, the old man's head rolled to the ground, shocking everyone except Ruomu Liang.

Xiaolan/Heye: "Ah!!!!"