Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression showed a hint of surprise.

The reason was simple: although everyone in the castle felt there were indeed many suspicious points about the previous fire.

But how could Qi Ming, an outsider, know so much?

Not to mention the master, even Professor Agasa and Ai Haibara were somewhat confused about the situation.

Qi Ming could not have known about the existence of this castle beforehand.

Even the decision to go camping was made halfway through.

Did they have foresight?

Or does it possess the ability to see the past and the future from afar?

"How could that be? The First Madam is perfectly fine."

The old man immediately retorted.

Qi Ming sighed.

"Is that first wife an old woman with a long, horse-like face?"

"That was one of your servants in disguise. You can change the face, but you probably can't change the blood type or fingerprints. You can check it yourselves."

Fingerprints can indeed be replaced, or more accurately, destroyed.

However, this blatant attempt to conceal something only makes it seem more suspicious.

The old man's face was grim, his mind a jumble of complex emotions.

Although he still didn't believe it, he was starting to panic.

Seeing the old man's state, Qi Ming decided to bring out the real juicy details.

Qi Ming isn't Doraemon; he's still quite intelligent.

He took a video camera out of his backpack and said to the old man:

"Still don't believe me? Fine, then let your wife tell you herself."

Ai Haibara's eyes widened slightly as she looked at the camera Qi Ming was holding.

This camera looks familiar; isn't that the kind used to film ghosts?

Thinking of this, Ai Haibara suddenly felt a chill.

Come to think of it, she forgot to tell Qi Ming that there was a ghost in the house.

However, since nothing else happened afterward, she naturally put the matter out of her mind.

Wait, is there any possibility?

When Qi Ming inexplicably summoned me, the voice I heard was that guy's nonsense?

When I was doing the experiment, did it keep staring at me?

The more she thought about it, the more something seemed off, and Ai Haibara glanced behind her somewhat nervously.

Then she glanced at Ayumi beside her and unconsciously moved closer.

the other side.

The master was somewhat bewildered by what Qi Ming was saying.

What does it mean for your wife to tell you herself when she's looking for a partner?

His wife was already dead.

"Stop arguing with me, do you even know where your wife is dead?"

Hearing Qi Ming's impatient urging, the master still pointed to a charred stone tower not far away.

"It's that charred stone tower over there. We've sealed it off ever since that fire."

"...What bad luck! My castle has become a haunted house. Come on, I'll take you there to take a look."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and led the group toward the abandoned stone tower.

He always felt that Qi Ming was a bit strange, so he decided to do as he was told.

As the group walked, Qi Ming felt as if someone was tugging at his clothes.

Qi Ming turned around and saw Ai Haibara clutching his clothes tightly.

"What are you doing."

Ai Haibara didn't say anything, but gave Qi Ming a resentful glare.

"It's all your fault."

"Ok?"

Qi Ming was completely baffled.

This kid's mood is really unpredictable.

……

Soon the group arrived at the base of the stone tower.

The stone tower was charred black, and although a long time had passed, people could still smell an unpleasant odor when they got close.

“We’ve locked the stone tower ever since that incident, and I think it will take us quite a while to open it.”

As the master spoke, Qi Ming arrived at the sealed entrance and kicked it.

boom!

The stones collapsed, revealing a gap that was neither too big nor too small.

Qi Ming tilted his head at the old man in confusion.

"What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Alright, go in and see for yourself."

As Qi Ming spoke, he handed the camera to the old man, and then stood there looking around at the scenery.

The old man looked at the pitch-black stone tower and asked Qi Ming with some trepidation.

"Aren't you coming in with me? And what's the meaning of this camera?"

Have you ever seen someone ask a stranger to burn paper money for them when visiting a grave?

Qi Ming rolled his eyes at the old man.

"I've already turned on the machine for you. Go inside and wander around, and you should be able to see your wife's ghost, and maybe even the figures of the other people who were burned to death."

"Wha, what?!"

The old man stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

As a staunch materialist, he did not believe in ghosts.

Not to mention that he received a more advanced education abroad.

But looking at Qi Ming's seemingly genuine expression, he admitted that he was starting to panic.

"But, but I..."

"Screw you!"

Without waiting for a response, Qi Ming kicked the old man inside.

The remaining Professor Agasa and the others saw Qi Ming take out a square about the size of a palm.

Just like a block that grows taller and larger when it comes into contact with water, the block Qi Ming threw on the ground immediately expanded.

With a few blocks, the gap he had kicked open was sealed off.

"The couple should have a proper chat when they reunite; it's not appropriate for us outsiders to interfere."

Qi Ming clapped his hands, then turned around to find everyone staring at him.

"Mr. Qi Ming, what kind of compression technology is this?"

Professor Agasa, somewhat curious, leaned forward and touched the clod of earth blocking the gap.

What exactly is the principle behind this, and how is it implemented?

"How was it achieved..."

Qi Ming frowned and thought for a moment.

The answer was then: I couldn't figure it out.

"Hey, logic doesn't apply in a fantasy game. I don't know what the principle behind it is either?"

"This, this is it."

Professor Agasa learned about Qi Ming from Conan.

I didn't spend much time with him yesterday, but after interacting with him today, I understand Professor Agasa better.

Just as Conan said, this person is a psychopath who treats the world like a game.

And he's not just an ordinary mental patient; he has a mental illness with peculiar abilities.

Professor Agasa continued to examine the mud wall in front of him.

Speaking of which, he does know a little bit about this technology.

By the way, didn't Shinichi say that sometimes he can't use his leg-strengthening shoes at all if there's nothing around?

Is there any way to develop a device that can launch a soccer ball, one that can inflate a deflated soccer ball instantly?

Dr. Agasa fell into thought.

Several seconds later, a muffled sound suddenly came from inside the stone tower, followed by a terrified cry.

"Let me out! Hurry up and let me out!"

Have you finished catching up so quickly?

Qi Ming raised an eyebrow, took out a pickaxe, and chiseled open the mud wall in front of him.

The old man inside was already leaning against the mud wall when he lost his support and fell face-first into the mud.

Before he could cry out in pain, he crawled forward a few more steps and turned to look at the gap in panic.

"Seriously, buddy? You're such a coward, you're really afraid of your wife?"

Feeling the sunlight and surrounded by so many people, the old man's tense state gradually relaxed.

Wife?

He didn't see his wife, since she should have died on the top floor of the stone tower.

He didn't have the courage to go up.

"...I didn't see it, but I'm starting to believe you."

The old man glanced at the camera, a chill running down his spine.

Although he didn't see his wife, he did see several charred, bloody ghostly figures floating in the lower levels of the stone tower.

"Let's go, catch the murderer, we have to catch the murderer."