Chapter 200 The Dusk Villa-Legacy

Motegi Haruka's words shocked Xiaolan by 10,000 points:

"Doesn't that mean that in this room..."

Death!

Mao Lilan felt goosebumps all over her body.

At this time, Conan suddenly said:

"But it's a little strange."

Several detectives immediately lowered their heads and looked at him, "What's wrong, little brother? Is there something wrong?"

"Look." Conan picked up a Jack of Spades and handed the back to the others, "There are blood stains on this one too."

Then he picked up the 4 of clubs that Xiaolan just got, put the two cards together and spread them out, and then said:

"Moreover, the blood stains on both sides are almost the same, and there is no blood on the other cards, which means they should have been stuck together before, but when the cards were dealt, the two cards were not together at all."

"Oh! It really should be like this, little brother."

Motegi Haruhi's eyes widened slightly.

At the same time, Gunda Ikumi, Senjian Yudai and Hakuba Tan all looked at the cards and fell into deep thought.

"However, it may be that the 'master' who invited us here has used this deck of playing cards before." Bai Ma Tan said, looking at the playing cards with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Detective White Horse's father is the director of the Metropolitan Police Department, and he knows a lot about the affairs in the annex.

Gunda Ikumi also raised his eyebrows and said: "In short, we can know that before we came here, someone had played this pair of cards."

Except for Moori Kogoro and Xiaolan, whose expressions were a little heavy, the expressions of the other people were full of eagerness - they couldn't wait to investigate this place.

Conan was still holding the two playing cards, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Conan, don't hold them..."

Xiaolan took away the blood cards from Conan's hand and placed them again on the table.

I always feel that these bloody things are unlucky. As a child, Conan would be better off staying away from these things.

"Ah...Okay, Sister Xiaolan." Conan blinked, then his eyes curved into an arc, and he smiled innocently and harmlessly.

Just at this time, the maid opened the door and came in, "Sorry to keep you waiting. Dinner is ready. Please move to the restaurant..."

"The director is already there waiting for you."

After hearing the maid's last words, except for Maori and the other three, everyone else only smiled.

"Is the protagonist finally going to show up?" Motegi Haruji raised his lips.

“It’s really exciting.”

Qianjian Fangdai also said with a smile.

They also temporarily forgot about the strange appearance of the playing cards and left the living room one by one.

But before leaving, Kogoro Mori and Conan both looked at the poker table thoughtfully.

One eye is full of understanding and doubt, while the other eye is full of doubts.

…

The group of people came to the restaurant under the guidance of the maid.

As soon as the door of the restaurant was opened, the first few people who entered were startled——

I saw a strange man wearing a three-cornered hat sitting on the main seat of the restaurant, his face and entire upper body shrouded in it.

Motegi Harushi immediately said speechlessly: "Hey, I said you have watched too many movies and TV series, right? What kind of dress is this..."

But the weirdo on the main seat ignored his words and started his welcome ceremony:

"Six famous detectives, I sincerely welcome you to this dusk villa. Now please take your seats. There are your names on the table."

Seeing that he was being ignored, Motegi Harushi frowned somewhat displeasedly, but he still walked to the tables on both sides and started looking for a seat with his name on it.

This time, Ogami Zhushan, a temporary part-time chef, walked last and whispered to the maid: "Wait while you wait, and I will bring the dishes one by one in the order I told you."

"Ah, okay..."

The maid was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

After everyone took their seats, the 'master' on the main seat revealed his purpose:

"Everyone, the purpose of inviting you here this time is to help me dig out a certain treasure hidden in this villa..."

…

After Gin saw everyone in the living room leaving, he silently put down his magnifying glass.

The rest of the content can only be relayed by Noah - there are no windows in the restaurant.

After waiting for almost four or five seconds, the sound of footsteps was heard in the earphones.

Suddenly, Gin suddenly looked towards the tree on the right.

At the same time, a white light hit his face squarely...

But when the light just swept over, Gin jumped down from the tree and looked straight at the person holding the umbrella.

"Don't shine the flashlight in my face, Chablis."

Gin's tone was not very good.

If you suddenly give him a bright face in such a dark environment, he won't feel warm, and his blood pressure will only rise.

"Oh~ I'm sorry, sorry."

After Chablis apologized insincerely, he turned off the flashlight considerately, squinted his eyes and said, "I didn't seem to make any noise just now, right? You are more perceptive than I thought~"

"You shouldn't take out the flashlight... just take out the gun and you might have a chance to kill me." Gin glanced at the box at the opponent's feet and sneered, "You brought the guy with you?"

He admitted that he was too focused on the sound in his earphones and had somewhat ignored this guy.

However, Gin actually spotted Chablis when he walked over, but he didn't expect that this guy would turn on a flashlight and flash it at him.

Otherwise, Gin would still be waiting for the other party to call him...

After Chablis put away the flashlight, he picked up the big box he placed on the ground. There was an inexplicable admiration on his face: "Oh! You must take it with you. My dear Fini has been with me through twenty years of ups and downs.

, I already missed it once when I came here last time, I can’t miss it again this time!”

Gin's mouth twitched.

That sounds nice...but why does he feel like this guy just wants to kill him?

Gin could feel the vague aura lingering around Chablis - he must have let go of murderous intent not long ago.

"... Just bring it with you, you won't need it anyway."

Gin turned his head and didn't realize that he had set up a big flag.

"Also, now that the rain has stopped, what are you doing with the umbrella?"

"Hmm? Don't you think it would be more impressive for a gentleman to hold an umbrella when going out?"

"I don't think so. I just know that it's not raining, there's no sun, and it's not cold. Holding an umbrella looks stupid."

Gin glanced at Chablis with caring eyes.

Chablis's smile froze.

Then he silently put away his umbrella, folded it and used it as a crutch to prop it up on the ground.

He stared at Gin, who was frowning and looking at the annex, and tilted his head: "By the way, I asked the boss. Sir, he said you are here to watch? Is there anything going on?"

"It's nothing, it's just a dinner party for a group of detectives." Gin looked in the direction of the villa calmly.

Although he can't see anything now.

"Oh? They are not looking for the 'treasure', are they?" Chablis walked to Gin and looked at the annex with lights on in the dark night, "Is there really such a thing here?"

Gin laughed inwardly.

Of course, the clock alone is 24k pure gold... But it is impossible for him to tell Chablis, not in this life.
Chapter completed!