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"Maori Detective."

Sufang Hongzi walked to half a meter in front of Maori Kogoro, with her left hand across her lower abdomen and her right hand hanging to the right side, smiling and seeking approval:

"How do you feel about this collection I'm so proud of?"

"Ah...where do I begin..."

Kogoro Maori found it difficult to accept Soho Akako's collection but did not want to offend the customer who paid for him to come. He put his right hand in his trouser pocket, pressed his left forehead with his left hand, and smiled vaguely.

next second.

"You just mentioned the mask of Shawbru."

Nagara Haruka walked to one meter to the left of Maori Kogoro, looked at Sufang Hongzi elegantly, then looked back and forth at the white masks displayed on the wooden shelves on both sides, and confirmed elegantly:

"Do you mean the mask on the wooden frame?"

"Correct."

Sufang Hongzi looked at Nagara Haruka calmly and narrated in a simple manner:

"Legend has it that these are 200 masks made by the Spanish sculptor, Chauburu Gontillas, before his death."

"People call those masks..."

Nagara Haruka hummed for a moment, her blue pupils emitting a cold light, and she revealed something meaningful:

"The cursed mask."

Hearing this, Xiaolan was once again worried about the ghost attack. She grasped Princess Mira's soft wrist with her left hand, held her right hand with her knuckles against her collar, and subconsciously exclaimed:

"Cursed Mask!?"

at the same time.

Princess Mira held her left hand behind her back and looked at Nagara Haruka curiously.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi had already put the remote control back, put their hands in their pockets, stared at Nagara intently, and doubted in their hearts:

"She also knows about the cursed mask. Could it be related to the threatening letter?"

at the same time.

Maori Kogoro put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at Nagara Haruka calmly, turned to look at Sufang Hongzi, and asked puzzledly:

"What's the matter with the cursed mask?"

“Shobru Gundilas is a sculptor of tragedy.”

Sufang Hongzi stopped looking at Nagara Haruka and turned to look at Maori Kogoro, and narrated calmly:

"His elder brother was jealous of his talent, so he framed him and cruelly took away all his status, reputation and property.

Because of this, Shobru Gundilas began to hate humans, as if possessed by a demon, and continued to make those white masks. "

Sufang Hongzi looked at the mask on the wooden shelf and said in a low voice:

"After he finished making 200 masks, he committed suicide.

It is said that the 200 masks scattered around the body were soaked in blood, as if they were sucking the life out of him.

Kogoro Mori has not spoken yet.

Nagara Haruka looked at Soho Akiko and recalled elegantly:

"Later, the truth was discovered and Shobru Gondilas's reputation was restored.

The masks he made passed through the hands of many people, but most of the people who received those masks unfortunately passed away.

A British banker was riding a horse the day after he received one of the white masks. Unexpectedly, the horse was frightened for unknown reasons and fell to his death.

A French jeweler was robbed soon after he obtained the White Mask, and his property and life were taken away.

"I don't know when it started."

Sufang Hongzi looked deeply at the mask on the wooden frame and said solemnly:

"People believe that these white masks suck the life out of their owners, and they are avoided as much as possible."

The voice just fell.

Matsudaira Mamoru stood to the right of Nagara Haruka, leaning forward slightly towards Sufang Hongzi, clenching his left fist and waving it to his waist, with his right hand spread out and hanging not far from his lower abdomen. He looked at Sufang anxiously, worried that she would die, and confirmed:

"You have collected 200 masks. Is that really okay?"

"No need to worry."

Su Fang Hongzi smiled casually and explained without any scruples:

"I have already asked a fortune teller to seal the curse of the mask."

Princess Mira heard this and looked at Su Fang Hongzi in silence, muttering quietly in her heart:

“This matter is getting more and more bizarre.

Having said that, since there are ninjas in the world, it is not surprising that there are curses. I must remind Haoyue to be cautious.

Who knows if a powerful ninja can defeat the mysterious curse. "

Princess Mira took this into consideration and became extremely cautious.

Xiaolan held Mira's white and tender wrist tightly throughout the whole process and looked at Sufang and Nagara nervously.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi remained in the same position, staring at Sufang Hongzi in silence, and secretly suspected in their hearts:

"The plot this time is even more bizarre and terrifying, but Ms. Su Fang's words don't sound too false. Could it be that those white masks really contain a curse?

It's not impossible. This planet is a plot world, so it's not surprising that unscientific things happen.

Wait, we have experienced hundreds of cases and deeply understand that Detective Conan's plot is composed of conventional reasoning!

If the criminal uses something like curses to kill people, it will not be a regular mystery drama, but a fantasy mystery drama.

If my guess is correct, this curse is also false!

Moreover, since we cannot transcend the laws of physics and the rules of the world, the more the ninjutsu that violates the laws of physics increases the chakra consumption rate, which limits the duration of my (Haoyue) ninjutsu and even blocks the perception of ninjutsu. How can I not restrain the murderous curse?

Um... Having said that, is there a possibility...

The world's rules discriminate against time travelers...?"

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi became extremely confused as they thought about it.

next second.

"Ms. Sufang."

Maori Kogoro spread out his right hand, looked at Sufang Hongzi calmly, and explained tactfully:

"The malice of a living person is probably more terrible than a curse."

"Ok?"

Su Fang Hongzi let out a light "Exclamation" and asked calmly:

"Why do you say that, Detective Maori?"

"In fact, when I was driving over there was a tree halfway across the road blocking my car."

Maori Kogoro reached into the inner pocket of his shirt with his right hand, took out the folded threatening letter and hung it in front of his chest. He spread it out with his left hand and showed it to Sufang Hongzi, and revealed it carefully:

"The letter is posted on that tree."

"Ah."

Su Fang Hongzi lowered her head slightly and looked at the threatening letter calmly, as if she didn't take it to heart.

Katagiri Masanori turned around, stared at the threatening letter, then looked at Maori Kogoro and said solemnly:

"To be honest, I received the same letter three days ago."

"what?"

Kogoro Mori put down the threatening letter, turned around, and looked at Masanori Katagiri in surprise.

at the same time.

Matsudaira Mamoru looked at the threatening letter with some fear, his right hand clenched in the air not far from his chest, palm facing down, he looked at Kogoro and Masanori in panic, and excitedly echoed:

"I got the same letter!"

The voice just fell.

Nagara Haruka looked at Maori Kogoro, her hands hanging down at her sides, and agreed coldly:

"Me too."

"What!?"

Maori Kogoro looked at Nagara Haruka excitedly, clenched his fist and waved it to his chest, and said indignantly:

"I didn't expect the intimidator to be so rampant this time, even threatening the gentle and lovely Miss Nagara!"

"Mr. Maori, you don't have to worry about me. There's nothing to be afraid of about threatening letters."

Nagara Haruka was not ashamed of Kogoro Mori's praise and shook her head gently.

"Ms. Nagara, you must be on guard against others."

Maori Kogoro's demeanor suddenly changed. He looked at Nagara Haruka in a mature and steady manner, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and said sternly:

"It is always better to proceed with caution."

"okay, I get it."

Nagara Haruka was stunned for a moment, folded her hands in front of her, and smiled gently.

During this period.

Princess Mira looked at the whole situation, turned to the right, put her left hand on her chest, and let Xiaolan hold her right hand. She put her red lips to her ear and chatted leisurely:

"The criminal is so arrogant that he actually sent threatening letters to so many people."

"what!"

Xiaolan was immersed in the nervousness of fearing the curse. She was startled when she heard the noise. She looked at Princess Mira who had retracted her head and confirmed that it was not a ghost. She felt relieved a little and asked for advice nervously:

"Mira thinks it was a threatening letter sent by the criminal, not a curse from the mask...?"

"It shouldn't be a curse. How can there be a curse that involves sending threatening letters?"

Princess Mira rubbed her left fingers together, made an unconfident defense, and said awkwardly in her heart:

"I never believed in curses before, but just now I thought that the existence of ninjas in the world means there may also be curses. Now facing Xiaolan's question, I dare not say that there are definitely no curses in the world...!"

“I see…”

Xiaolan saw Princess Mira's hesitation, and smiled reluctantly. She put her right hand on her chest and worriedly said in her heart:

"So there is a curse after all. Even the atheist, Mira Julietta Weisbarand, doesn't dare to answer my question with certainty...!"