Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 214: Not washing your hands can easily lead to poisoning

The dummy on the main seat continued to explain the procedure without any tact.

"First, please look carefully at each piece of tableware placed next to you."

Xiaolan picked up the spoon curiously and took a look:

"It has a bird with a very large beak, and the whole pattern looks creepy."

Kidd: "Isn't this a crow?"

Chikan Kyoudai picked up the teacup and looked at it carefully:

"Come to think of it, could it be that..."

"Now you understand."

The dummy naturally continued the conversation:

"That is the family crest of Karasuma Ren'ya, a wealthy man who died under mysterious circumstances about half a century ago."

"K-Karasumaru Ren?!"

The brave man who always felt that this was a key person used his mind to open the system light screen in his sea of ​​consciousness and began to search for relevant information on the Internet.

There was nothing special about the other person's life that was worth noting.

However, after his death, the Karasuma family seemed to decline rapidly and began to hide their identities.

The current person in charge of Karasuma family's external events is also mediocre, and the head of the family behind the scenes has never appeared. It seems that he is in poor health?

Yun Xianhe, who always felt that the information was a bit strange, frowned slightly and turned his attention back to the words of the dummy.

“…Because 40 years ago, a horrific tragedy occurred in this annex.”

To summarize briefly,

It was probably a gathering of celebrities to mourn the death of Karasuma Renya at the age of 99, but in reality they were using the auction to divide up the other's collections.

During the process, two outsiders came in with contraband, causing all the participants to start attacking each other like crazy.

In the end, people in the villa were killed or injured, and the outsiders fled with their property.

After hearing this story, Yun Xianhe touched his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“It’s really corrupt.”

No matter from which aspect.

Kidd, who was wearing Maori skin, asked curiously:

"It's strange. Why wasn't there any news coverage of such a big case back then?"

Dashang Zhushan snorted coldly:

"The problem probably lies in the group of guests, because they were all celebrities at the time."

"That makes sense. Rather than letting the world know that they were tricked by two guys of unknown origin."

"Instead of going to great lengths to get to the bottom of the case, it's better to suppress the whole thing and preserve their image and status."

Chikan Jyoudai and Hakuba Tan made speculations one by one.

Mogi Harufu on the other side smiled sarcastically:

"I think those two men had expected this outcome a long time ago."

"You're right, but this old memory really whets our appetite."

Absolutely not.

Yun Xianhe looked at Qiangtian Yumei opposite him with an indescribable look.

Do all of you detectives have such strong tastes? Do you eat with stories like this?

"My goal is to make you detectives reenact the tragedy that happened 40 years ago. I want to see you rob and kill each other for the treasure."

The voice coming from the dummy was filled with suppressed excitement.

Yun Xianhe sneered and nonchalantly complained to Conan beside him:

"Do I look poor? Or do they look poor?"

“…Brother Xianhe…”

Feeling that the expressions of the people around him were a little unpredictable, Conan reached out and carefully tugged at the corner of Yun Xianhe's clothes.

Stop talking. He was afraid that if Yun Xianhe continued talking, the mastermind behind the scenes would not be able to help but rush out and hit him.

"…I'll just give you a hint here."

"Two travelers in a hurry looked up at the sky at night, and the devil descended on the castle."

"The king took the treasure and fled;"

"The princess shed tears into the Holy Grail, praying for mercy;"

"The soldiers slashed themselves with swords, and the earth changed color."

The uninterested hero shook the teacup in his hand, trying to taste the unpalatable black tea.

Hmm, not tasty.

"Now, we just have to wait for one of you to make the first scream, and then the game will begin."

"…Whoever finds the treasure must go to the room on the 4th floor of the Central Tower and input the treasure's location into the computer."

Everyone's faces weren't very good.

The feeling of being forced to do something is really unpleasant.

"what!!"

Mogi Haruki suddenly screamed and stood up, covering his throat with his hands and looking very painful.

Yun Xianhe on the opposite side took a glance and reached out to hold down Conan who was about to move:

"fake."

"…Why?"

Seeing that everyone else was looking at him worriedly, Yun Xianhe was the only one who was not fooled by him, and Mogi Haruki instantly returned to normal.

He looked at the person playing with the spoon with some surprise:

"Why are you so calm? Shouldn't you panic if you see someone dying in front of you?"

"Hmm? Why would you panic when your acting is so obvious?"

Yun Xianhe said this out of boredom.

Okami Zhushan, who was a few seats away from him, suddenly stood up and covered his throat in pain just like Mogi Harushi just now.

The brave man, with his chin supported by one hand, tilted his head and pointed with the spoon in his hand:

"People like him are poisoned."

Before he could finish his words, the first victim of the night had fallen to the ground, a fresh corpse.

Kidd, who was sitting next to the other person, was so scared that he stood still. It was Hakuba who reacted first and walked over for a quick check.

"At 22:34:51, it was confirmed that his heart and lungs had stopped. Given his condition, it was impossible to save him."

The detectives present at the scene began to conduct the autopsy.

The only fake detective, 'Kogoro Mori', stood aside and watched blankly.

Yun Xianhe, who came over later, reached out and pulled him back, letting him stand with Xiaolan and Conan.

"Uncle Maori, please protect them well."

After recovering from the visual shock, the Phantom Thief realized his own gaffe and nodded with a serious expression.

Conan didn't notice anything unusual about the other party. He stood on the periphery and watched the group of detectives analyzing the cause of the other party's death, with a frown on his face.

There was no discoloration of the lips, but there was a taste of poison in the mouth, which was not detected in the black tea.

So where did the poison come from?

The sharp-eyed little detective noticed the other person's bitten thumb nail, and an idea flashed in his mind.

The dummy on the seat was still saying something.

"Are you kidding!"

The hot-tempered Haruki Mogi grabbed the other person's collar and lifted him up, as if he wanted to vent his depression and anger in this way.

Or maybe they want to use this method to let the people behind the camera know that they will not compromise.

The dummy's head fell to the ground with a thud, and at the same time, the tape that was almost at the end also fell out.

"Are you sure? It's a tape and a timer..."

Everyone gathered around, and Kidd said thoughtfully:

"So the prisoner wasn't talking to us while looking at the camera?"

"That will make two things clear."

Conan murmured after sorting out his thoughts. Yun Xianhe gently put his hand on his shoulder and continued:

"First, the murderer intended to kill this man from the beginning; second, the criminal may be among us."

Several famous detectives began to reason, and combined with the previous assumptions, the denial that Kidd was the organizer of the banquet was confirmed.

Yun Xianhe was bored as he watched Conan follow those people in their investigation. He reached out and poked Kidd's lower back:

"You should be able to fly away, right?"

The low voice was a little sleepy, with a dizzy feeling.

Kidd slightly turned his body to look at Yun Xianhe, and looked him up and down:

"Why do you look worse than before you had dinner?"

"Because the food is so disgusting, it's a pity that you can eat it with those poisonous utensils."

"What,"

Kid nearly bit his tongue as he almost shouted out loud.

He looked at Yun Xianhe who spread his hands to show that it was none of his business, and said with a half-moon eye:

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? What if I get poisoned?"

"The one who gets poisoned is usually the one who doesn't like to keep clean. Remember to wash your hands more often later."

Kidd remembered that Yun Xianhe asked them to wipe the dishes carefully before dinner, and he also thought carefully about Da Shang Zhushan's performance before his death.

"You have a point."

Conan, who had already collected clues at the scene, turned around and saw the two people chatting enthusiastically.

I always feel that the relationship between Uncle Maori and Brother Xianhe is unusually good today.

Could it be that these two people did something behind his and Xiaolan's back?

"Hey, Brother Xianhe, what are you talking about with Uncle Maori?"