"So, where are you, the master who likes detectives, now?" Mogi Harushi looked around and asked.

"In fact, even I haven't seen him yet." The maid was embarrassed.

Kaito said in confusion: "Didn't he give you that list?"

"That's right. I got the list when I participated in the maid interview." Maid Aki Ishihara said: "It's just that interview was too weird."

"Strange?"

"Yes, because the conditions for this job are very good, the people who came to the interview were very enthusiastic. However, when I walked into the interview room, I found that there was only a computer in the room and a meal instruction manual. In addition, there was only a list of guests on the table."

Aki Ishihara said: "There is no one in the room, so I had to follow the prompts on the computer and read the files, and then a line of words "You have been accepted" appeared on the screen."

"So, you didn't know why you were admitted at that time?" asked Ran Maori.

"Yes." Aki Ishihara nodded.

"But, at least you should hear something?" Kaito said: "Didn't you say that the master agreed to our request later?"

Aki Ishihara said: "To be honest, I communicated with the host through email for more detailed issues."

Everyone looked at each other.

"This is quite interesting." Qianjian Jiang Dai smiled softly, "I suddenly felt a little eager to try."

Mogi Harushi shrugged, "Actually, when I saw the evil handle on the door, I was so excited."

Chen Xing felt that the two "death gods" gathered on the side, and they still needed to avoid the word "death".

"Eh?" Ran Mori walked to the door and pointed to the shallow spots on it. "This door handle seems to be a bit strange. How did you get the things on it?"

"Blood." Chen Xing said.

"What?" Ran Maori was stunned.

"That's probably a bit of blood from history." Mogi Harushi teased: "Be careful, baby."

Conan glanced at him.

But Ran Maori was startled by his words, "You must be kidding, are you?"

"No, what he said is true." Without waiting for Mogi Harushi to answer, a slightly cold voice came.

Everyone looked at the sound and saw that there was a woman wearing a white coat and long black curly hair next to the stairs. She was wearing white gloves and holding something like a spray in her hand.

"I think this is the droplets adhered to the door at an incident angle of 45 degrees. In addition to the blood on the door, there are blood on the wall and blood on the floor. Although they have been wiped and tried at that time, almost every part of this villa has traces of blood stains that have been stained with."

At this moment, the woman looked at the bloodstains that appeared on the sprayed stairs and said in a plain tone: "And the owner of these bloodstains is definitely not as simple as one or two people."

"The analysis was so wonderful." Someone said in the corridor on the second floor: "LUMINOL (Luminol reagent), once sprayed on the blood stain, will produce a special bluish-purple fluorescence based on the active oxidative enzymes in the blood."

He slowly went downstairs and chuckled, "I didn't expect you to bring such a thing, former coroner, Miss Izumi Gunda."

"It is my honor to praise you so much." The woman in white coat looked up and smiled humbly.

The person who walked down was very young, handsome, and had a delicate and straight blue suit, which made him look more noble.

"My name is Baima Detective, please give me some advice." His tone was not arrogant, but he had a natural pride that could not be concealed.

Kuaidou said in surprise: "Bai, Detective Baima? So, you are the Director of Police of the White Horse..."

"Yes, the White Horse Police Director is indeed my father, Mr. Maori." The White Horse spoke, whistling upstairs. With the sound of flapping its wings, an eagle suddenly landed on his arm.

"Eagle!" Maori Ran exclaimed.

"Sorry, I scared you." Detective Baima smiled and said, "It's called Watson."

When Chen Xing heard this, he was curious whether these detectives all like Sherlock Holmes. The eagle he raised was Watson, and a primary school student simply named Conan.

"This time it's not in vain that I've been back home all the time. I've been here to come to this scene of tragedy that I've been deliberately concealed by people for many years. In the past, I can only hear about the tragedy that I heard in the rumors." Inspector Baima said: "This means that the secrets of the past 40 years are about to be revealed. Just thinking about this is enough to make people excited."

Looking at his excited expression, Chen Xing secretly compared it. Sure enough, all the young detectives he saw had quirks.

However, he raised his head and looked around the huge villa. He listened to the crackling sound of rain outside the window, and felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity in the gloomy and coldness.

It’s hard to say that there is only a sense of familiarity that seems to have seen it before, or revisited the old place, but it is not very real.

Very strange.

Chen Xing closed his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and felt a little tired for a moment.

...

The billiards fell into the middle bag accurately.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be quite a bit quick." Mogi Harushi said helplessly.

"This is nothing." Baima Tan smiled.

The two of them were playing billiards, sitting upright under the dim old lamp, looking at the chessboard in front of them, and the old gods of Qianjian Jiangai opposite were there.

"You have no choice now, sleeping Kogoro?" she said with a smile.

Kuaido scratched his chin, but he didn't expect that the old man would really be able to play chess.

"Come on, right?" He looked at Chen Xing.

On the sofa, Chen Xing sat there drowsy and didn't open his eyes when he heard this, "I'm just a mountain, how could I have such an elegant thing?"

The corners of the quick fight twitched, "What a guy, is this a grudge?"

Qianjian Jian Dai glanced at the two of them and said kindly: "There is no elegance or not, it's just a fun thing."

"So enlightened." Kuaido raised his thumb.

"After all, I've lived a few more years." Qianjian surrendered the chess pieces again, "Continue?"

"Uh, no, no," Kuaido waved his hand.

If he goes further, he will not be able to help but want to win, so he has to use means.

At this moment, the door of the side hall was opened, and the maid Aki Ishihara said respectfully: "I'm sorry for letting you wait for a long time. Today's dinner is finally ready. Please move to the restaurant. The host is already waiting for the big drive there."

"The protagonist is finally coming here." Mogi Harushi said with interest.

The group followed Aki Ishihara through the long corridor covered with red carpets and came to the Western-style restaurant.

Behind two long tables with white tablecloths is a fireplace with candles lit, and a figure sits in front of it.

However, this man was covered in a purple cloak, and even his head was not looking at him. He only had red lights on his eyes, looking like a luminous and energetic purple potato.

"What do you mean by dressing up?" Mogi Harushi said hilariously: "I see you have watched too many movies, right?"
Chapter completed!