The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"...Who is hiding behind this?"

Looking at this strange mannequin, Kogoro Maori couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

"The famous Mr. Mori actually came to the appointment without even knowing his opponent?" Ikumi Gunda looked over jokingly.

"Isn't it clearly written on the invitation letter?"

"The phantom child abandoned by God..."

Mogi Haruki picked up the silver knife and fork in front of him meaningfully: "Phantom, 'phantom' also means appearing and disappearing mysteriously..."

"'Forsaken of God' in the New Testament refers to 'goats' who are not favored by God."

"And 'son of' means a young kid...a 'kid'."

Okami Zhushan and Chikan Jyoudai also reasoned along with his words.

Bai Ma put his hands together, stood on the table in front of him, and smiled faintly: "'Little goat' is the English word 'kid'."

"Or another explanation would be more intuitive..."

"Kid the phantom thief."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki watched them reveal the answer to the mystery one by one, and she always felt that she was a little out of place.

When she turned around and saw Kogoro Mori, who also made no contribution, she felt relieved.

"Could it be, Kaito Kidd?!"

Kogoro Mori was shocked.

"Could it be that he invited us to come and share the so-called dinner?"

"That's right." Da Shang Zhu Shan pinched his mustache, his eyes sharp, "It seems that he wants us detectives to have a life-and-death duel here!"

"That..." Nanatsuki Koshimizu raised her hand, shrank her neck, and said weakly.

"Put aside Kaito Kidd and the rest. When will the food be served? I'm a little hungry..."

"Uh......"

After she said this, they woke up from the mysterious atmosphere of the fake people and realized that it was almost nine o'clock in the evening and they were still hungry.

"Ms. Koshimizu is right. No matter what happens, at least we can talk about it while eating." Mogi Haruki agreed with a smile.

The others also nodded, so he waved and urged Ishihara Aki.

"Sorry for the long wait." Ishihara Aki pushed out a food cart and placed the plates in front of several people one by one.

"This is an appetizer, truffle and foie gras pie."

"It looks really good!" Faced with the deliciously presented dishes, several people couldn't help but salivate and couldn't wait to use their knives and forks.

The dummy over there was still diligently playing the recording, but the previous eerie feeling had disappeared completely. Instead, it looked a bit funny as everyone was busy eating.

"Now let me tell you why I went to so much trouble to acquire this mansion and use it as the stage for our game..."

He paused deliberately, as if trying to build up some anxiety, but since several people were eating so happily, it didn't seem to have any effect.

"Please look at the knives and forks and other tableware in your hands."

Mao Lilan heard this and took a quick look at the fork in her hand. "There is a bird-like mark on it."

"Isn't this a crow?" Kogoro Mouri looked at it carefully and recognized it.

"I think you all have some guesses, right?"

The dummy continued, "This is the family crest of the Karasuma Renye family, a wealthy man who died mysteriously half a century ago."

"Karasumaru?!"

"Not only the tableware, but also the doors, floors, stair railings, and even the patterns on the walls...all were specially customized by craftsmen he hired."

"In other words, this place is actually one of his properties."

"And forty years ago, on a night before a storm, a bizarre tragedy occurred in this 'Twilight Villa'... I think some of you have already heard about it."

"Even if you haven't heard of it, a brilliant detective like you must have noticed the bloodstains everywhere in this house."

Everyone listened carefully and couldn't help but slow down their eating pace, and all paid more attention.

The dummy was silent for a few breaths, then began to tell the story.

"That night, a banquet called 'Karasuma Renye Memorial Service' was held here. It was said to be in memory of the head of the Karasuma family who passed away at the age of 99. The guests were all celebrities in the financial world at the time."

"However, in reality, this memorial service is just a covert event. Behind it is a secret auction. The artworks offered to the guests are all the artworks collected by Mr. Karasuma during his lifetime. Each one is very valuable."

"The total number of items in the auction is more than 300, so the entire auction is planned to be held for three consecutive days, during which time guests can stay overnight in the museum."

"But no one expected that on the second night..."

The dummy's voice suddenly became extremely low, and its speech speed also slowed down and became softer.

"Just as the auction was in full swing, two soaking wet men quietly appeared outside the mansion..."

"Boom!"

There was a knock on the mansion's door, and the sound was heard by everyone through the heavy wooden door of the restaurant.

It’s not the content in the story, but the door in reality was really knocked on.

Everyone's heart trembled, and several detectives put down their cutlery instantly. The timid Mao Li Ran felt her scalp tingling and looked around anxiously.

The hands of the golden clock on the wall pointed to exactly nine o'clock.

thump—

The heavy sound of bells spread in the night.

After a few breaths, the sound of a door being pushed open was heard in the quiet hall.

Da da.

Da da.

Some dense but not hurried footsteps echoed in the lobby.

squeak--

Then someone pushed open the door to the restaurant.

"Should I say it's indeed witchcraft? The effect is quite good."

Glenfiddich sighed in an exaggerated manner as he looked at the people who had fallen asleep in their seats.

"It's not witchcraft, it's words." Professor Lecter followed closely, shook the black umbrella in his hand, and corrected him seriously.

"Okay, Word Spirit." Glenfiddich lit a cigarette and walked towards the dining table.

"This group of people really know how to enjoy themselves." He looked at the delicious food on the table and marveled at it.

Picking up a teacup and wiping the rim, he raised his brows slightly.

"We were lucky. The edge of the cup was coated with cyanide, but no one accidentally ingested it."

Professor Lecter shook off the water droplets on his umbrella, walked behind Nanatsuki Koshimizu, and patted her shoulder gently.

"Hmm..." The little girl woke up in a daze.

"Ah, teacher, you are here." She looked at Professor Lecter, her speech still a little unclear.

Looking at the professor's calm eyes, she suddenly jumped up, her mind cleared up a lot, and she cried out plaintively: "I haven't memorized the words in the past two days!"

"So how are you preparing for next week's monthly exam?" Professor Lecter still had that calm attitude with a gentle smile on his lips, but what he said made Nanatsuki Koshimizu even more painful.

"It's over. I'm totally unprepared..."

She leaned back in her chair in despair and closed her eyes.

"It's all the boss's fault. What kind of stupid mission did he assign me..." She muttered, then turned and saw Glenfiddich, who was smoking and staring at her with squinted eyes on the other side. Her voice gradually faded away.

"Hey, boss, why are you here--" Koshimizu Nanatsuki immediately put on a sweet and attentive smile, lowered her voice, stood up, ran behind him in small steps, and gently hit him on the shoulder.

Glenfiddich took a light puff of smoke, his tone calm, and let her do what she wanted.

"I have already found a graduate student supervisor for you."

He glanced at Professor Lecter, who was standing beside him safely, and said, "As for whether you can pass his exam, it's up to you."

"Believe me, the consequences of failing to satisfy him are no less severe than making me angry."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki turned her head stiffly, and her hands stopped moving.

Wait, the so-called graduate student supervisor doesn’t mean…

Professor Lecter said in a gentle voice: "I am a humble person, but I just happen to be a visiting professor at the University of Tokyo."

"Although I don't have any graduate students at the moment, if I want to recruit someone, I'm barely qualified."

broken!

Isn't he the tutor hired by the eldest sister to teach her English? !

How did he suddenly become a professor at the University of Tokyo? ! !

Thinking about the time she had spent under this teacher, Nanatsuki Koshimizu let out a sad and angry "hmm".

I had to memorize 25 Oxford dictionary words every day, do a grammar check every three days, and practice speaking with a robot on a strange website for at least half an hour, and we talked about all kinds of weird things...

There are even "monthly exams" every week based on original IELTS and TOEFL questions!

It was also under this teacher's guidance that she came to understand that the so-called "monthly exams" were not at all like the "exams held every month" in high school.

It’s “I don’t know how many exams I’ll take in a month depending on my mood”!!!

Just tutoring English is miserable enough...

If I became his graduate student...

Don’t do this kind of thing! ! !

Nanatsuki Koshimizu squatted in the corner with a small silver knife in her arms, looking dejected.

"So what do we do next?" Gryffindy looked at Professor Lecter.

With the embodiment of wisdom and rationality here, he is too lazy to use his brain.

"I have created an interesting dream for them. My people are on their way here. We will just have to get them on the helicopter in a moment."

"By the way, forget about this fat man and that old lady. One is the nominal owner of this place, and the other knows too much. You should deal with them."

Grunfiddie nodded. He didn't contribute much anyway, so he might as well do the hard work.

He carried Dashang Zhushan and Qianjian Jiangdai and walked out.

"Then, Mr. Yueshui, please help me adjust the wall clock above using this method." Professor Lecter handed over a card with words on it. Yueshui Nanatsuki nodded dully and dragged her chair over.

After successfully issuing all the tasks, Professor Lecter, who was free now, walked leisurely around the dining table, leaning on a black umbrella.

Then he leaned over to "Kogoro Mori", looked at him carefully for a while, then stretched out the tip of the umbrella to lift up the collar of his suit and lifted it skillfully.

A corner of the human skin mask was lifted up.

His lips curled slightly.

Then he turned to look at Bai Ma Tan who was sleeping soundly sitting opposite him.

Two guys who skipped class to play detective game.

Ekoda High School is not on vacation like Teitan.

Why aren’t psychological counselors considered teachers?