"Uncle Kogoro made too much fuss. He was so frightened by the movie that he screamed, and even asked you to tell you to leave quickly."
After clarifying the misunderstanding, everyone left the study, and Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but complain to Hanyu Kiyosu.
Hanyu Qing'an thought for a while, maybe it was the "unknown premonition" he had in the car that scared him.
"It's snowing outside!" Mao Lilan suddenly shouted, "Conan, come and take a look."
Conan was covering his earphones and communicating remotely with Haihara Ai, and didn't hear anything at all. Mao Lilan walked up to him and knelt down strangely, and asked: "Conan, what have you been listening to? I think you haven't been listening since you set off.
Take it down and use it.”
Conan was startled and quickly responded with a smile, "Nothing, nothing, Sister Xiaolan."
"Oh?" Mao Lilan looked at him suspiciously, then snickered, "Are you in love?"
"?!" Conan was shocked and quickly explained with a red face, "No, absolutely not!"
Mao Lilan touched his head understandingly and said understandingly: "It's okay, I understand and I won't make fun of you."
Conan's face suddenly turned from red to white. No, you don't understand. If you really think so, I will be dead.
Time passed by while chatting. Mao Lilan had a great time chatting with the horror novel editor and Tokura's apprentice. Later, after Tokura and Mouri Kogoro finished the commission, he also chatted with her about some writing techniques and experiences.
, she gained quite a lot from this trip.
After dinner, everything was still peaceful until Tokura got up and went to the study room and asked his apprentice to bring him old-fashioned film reels.
"Sorry, excuse me, sensei. He always likes to watch vampire-related movies in his study to capture inspiration. In addition, Miss Mori and Conan, would you like to go and see the sensei's collection together?" Tokura's apprentice Tian Suo suggested.
"Collection?" Mao Lilan asked doubtfully.
"Various items and information about vampires, which is why I often come here to bother you. Teacher Tokura's collection is rarely seen outside." The folklorist explained while flipping through the book in his hand.
"Is that so... do you want to go see it? Conan?" Mao Lilan lowered her head and asked Conan.
Conan was also a little bored. Nothing had happened to Haihara Ai so far, and it was hard to wait, so he nodded in agreement.
Suzuki Sonoko looked a little bored as she watched Mao Lilan and Conan leave. She drank some black tea and asked the folklorist: "Mr. Hamura, since you are an expert on vampires, do you believe in the existence of vampires?"
The scholar named Folklorist pushed up his small glasses, smiled elegantly, and explained:
"The origin of the legend of blood-sucking creatures can be traced back thousands of years. In the myths and legends of early Mesopotamian civilization, ancient Hebrew civilization, ancient Roman civilization, etc., there are demons that suck human essence."
"But the establishment of the vampire image in a truly modern sense..."
The folklorist who studied vampires explained the origin of vampires to Suzuki Sonoko in a leisurely manner, somewhat like a teacher.
"...As for Baron Dracula, it came from Irish writer Bram Stoker's Gothic horror novel "Dracula" in 1897, which had a huge impact on the vampire culture of later generations."
"So...the development trajectories of vampires and other legendary gods and monsters are basically the same. They are all formed by people's misinformation in the absence of modern knowledge, plus later literary and artistic processing."
Suzuki Sonoko nodded suddenly, and then asked with a strange expression: "What about onmyojis and shikigami like Abe Seimei?"
"Broadly similar." The folklorist affirmed.
Hanyu Qing'an looked at Suzuki Sonoko winking at him in a funny way. He was really childish. He was so bored. He had to make people laugh.
After a while, Mao Lilan and Conan came back, and Suzuki Sonoko asked: "How was it? Is it interesting?"
Mao Lilan nodded, "It's quite interesting. I haven't seen many things before, so it can be used as material to accumulate."
Suzuki Sonoko curled her lips. Ever since Xiaolan started writing mystery novels, what she talks about every day is that this seems to be used as material, and that seems to be used as material. She keeps a small notebook and writes it down, just like that guy Kudo Shinichi.
The devil was stunned.
After a while, Hucang's apprentice passed by the living room and suggested: "If you are bored, there are playing cards here for entertainment."
However, after he finished speaking, he saw Suzuki Sonoko and others refusing with strange expressions. With Xiaolan around, there was no fun in playing cards at all.
Suzuki Sonoko pushed Hanyu Qing'an and said coquettishly: "I'm bored, please think of a way."
Hanyu Qing'an rubbed her head lovingly and thought for a while, "Then let's play Werewolf. It feels like it should fit in with the atmosphere here."
"Werewolf?" Everyone asked in unison in confusion.
"Well, this is a social board game, and the rules are like this..."
Hanyu Qing'an briefly introduced the rules, then looked around and said: "We have nine people here, I will be the judge, and then the remaining eight people will be divided into two camps, just enough to have three werewolves, three priests and two
civilian."
"It sounds very interesting, and it seems to be a game that requires a little reasoning ability. If Shinichi is here, he must like it very much." Mao Lilan couldn't help but said.
Conan nodded in agreement, this game is indeed much more interesting than poker.
"Haha, let me show you the strength of this reasoning queen, Miss Sonoko."
Suzuki Sonoko spoke boldly, while Mouri Kogoro opposite had a serious face and showed off his momentum in front of Mrs. Tokura.
"Just to show you what a famous detective is, Mrs. Tokura, why don't you sit over here too."
After Mouri Kogoro said this to Mrs. Tokura at the bar, the folklorist's eyelids twitched and he clenched the book in his hand, but he still restrained himself from having an attack.
Everyone sat around and after using playing cards to draw their identities, Hanyu Kiyosu began to give orders, "Please close your eyes when it's dark, and open your eyes if you are a werewolf."
"Werewolf, please kill..."
The folklorist, Mrs. Tokura, and the novel editor all opened their eyes.
"Werewolves, please use your hands to designate the person you want to kill."
The expressions of several people changed for a while. Someone secretly glanced at Hucang's study, and after a brief discussion with hand gestures, they all pointed at one person.
After going through the process one by one, it was dawn and everyone opened their eyes. Mouri Kogoro was about to speak excitedly, but Hanyu Kiyosu stopped him and said to him:
"Detective Maori died last night and cannot speak."
Mouri Kogoro was stunned, pointed at his nose, and shouted unwillingly: "Why kill me? I'm a hunter, and I haven't started to use my abilities yet! And why can't I speak even if I'm dead?"
The folklorist said lightly: "It is true that werewolves cannot, but if they are vampires, they can speak after death..."
