Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 200: Dusk's Villa-Legacy
Mogi Harufu's words frightened Xiaolan by 10,000 points:
"Doesn't that mean that this room also..."

Someone died!
Mao Lilan just felt goose bumps all over her body.

At this time, Conan suddenly said:
“But it’s a bit strange.”

Several famous detectives immediately looked down at him, "What's wrong, little brother? Is there something wrong?"

"Look." Conan picked up a Spade J and turned its back to the others, "There's blood on this one, too."

Then he picked up the 4 of Clubs that Xiaolan had just received, put the two cards together and spread them out, and continued:
"Also, the bloodstains 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! That's exactly what it should be, little brother."

Mogi Harushi's eyes widened slightly.

At the same time, Qingtian Yumi, Qianjian Jiangdai and Hakuba Tan were all looking at the cards and fell into deep thought.

"However, it is possible that the 'host' who invited us here has used this deck of cards before." Bai Ma Tan said as he looked at the cards with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Hakuba's father is the director general of the Metropolitan Police Department, and he knows a lot about what happens in the annex.

Gunda Yumi also raised her eyebrows and said, "In short, we know that someone had played this deck of cards before we came here."

Except for Kogoro Mouri and Ran who had heavy expressions, the expressions of the others were eager to try - they couldn't wait to investigate this place.

Conan was still holding the two playing cards, frowning, wondering what he was thinking about.

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

Xiaolan took the blood card from Conan's hand and put it back on the table.

I always feel that these bloody things are unlucky. Conan is a little kid, so it’s better for him to stay away from these things.

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

Just at this moment, the maid opened the door and came in. "Sorry to have kept 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, everyone except Maori and his three companions smiled.

"Is the protagonist finally going to show up?" Mogi Haruki curled his lips.

“It’s really exciting.”

Qianjian Jiangdai also said with a smile.

They also temporarily forgot about the strange behavior of the playing cards and left the reception room one after another.

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

One eye shows understanding and doubt, the other eye shows only doubt.

……

The group 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 -

Sitting on the main seat in the restaurant was a strange man wearing a triangular hat, which covered his face and entire upper body.

Mogi Harufumi was speechless and said, "Hey, hey, have you watched too many movies and TV dramas? What kind of outfit is this..."

But the weirdo on the main seat ignored him and began his welcoming ceremony:

"Six famous detectives, I sincerely welcome you to this Twilight Annex. Now please take your seats. Your names are on the table."

Seeing that he was being ignored, Haruki Mogi frowned somewhat unhappily, but still walked to the tables on both sides and began to look for a seat with his name on it.

The temporary part-time chef, Da Shang Zhu Shan, walked at the end and whispered to the maid, "Just wait and I will bring the dishes up one by one in the order I say."

"Ah, okay..."

The maid was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

After everyone was seated, the 'host' on the main seat revealed his purpose: "Everyone, the purpose of inviting everyone here this time is to help me dig out a treasure hidden in this villa..."

……

After seeing that everyone in the living room had left, Gin silently put down the telescope.

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

After waiting for about four or five seconds, the earphones were filled with the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly, Gin looked towards the tree on the right.

At the same time, a beam of white light hit him right in the face...

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

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

Gin's tone was not very good.

If he were suddenly exposed to light in such a dark environment, he would not feel warm, but his blood pressure would soar.

"Oops~ Sorry, sorry."

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

"You shouldn't have taken out the flashlight... If you had just taken out the gun, you might have had a chance to finish me off." Gin glanced at the box at the man's feet and sneered, "You brought a weapon with you?"

He admitted that he was too focused on the noise in the headphones and had neglected this guy.

However, Gin actually noticed Chablis when he walked over, but he didn't expect that this guy would turn on the flashlight to shine on him.

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

After Chabli put away the flashlight, he picked up the big box he had placed on the ground, with an inexplicable look of admiration on his face: "Oh! I must take it with me. My dear Finny has been with me through the ups and downs of the past 20 years. I missed him once when I came here last time, and I can't miss him again this time!"

Gin's mouth twitched.

What he said sounded good...but why did he feel that this guy just wanted to kill him?

Gin could sense a faint aura lingering around Chablis—he had definitely let out a murderous intent not long ago.

"…Just bring it. You won't need it anyway."

Gin turned his head away, not realizing that he had set a big flag.

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

"Hmm? Don't you think it's more gentlemanly to hold an umbrella when going out?"

"I don't think so. I just know that it's not raining, it's not sunny, and it's not cold. It looks stupid to hold an umbrella."

Gin glanced at Chablis with a caring look for the mentally retarded man.

Chablis' smile froze.

Then he quietly put away the umbrella, folded it and used it as a crutch on the ground.

He stared at Gin, who was frowning and looking towards the annex, and tilted his head: "By the way, I asked the boss, and he said you were here to watch? What's going on?"

"Nothing, just a dinner party for a group of detectives." Gin looked indifferently in the direction of the villa.

Although he couldn't see anything now.

"Oh? Are they here to look for 'treasure'?" Chablis walked over to Gin and looked at the lighted annex in the dark with him. "Is there really such a thing here?"

Gin chuckled in his heart.

Of course there was, the clock alone was made of 24k pure gold...but he would never tell Chablis, not in this lifetime.

(End of this chapter)