Chapter 561 The Detective’s Waterloo

Chapter 561 The Detective’s Waterloo

Two days later, in the evening, Tottori Prefecture.

The car occupied by Lin Xinyi, Conan, Mao Lilan, and Belmode was driving on a winding mountain road between the deep and dense virgin forests of Tottori Prefecture.

The roar of the engine pierced the eternal silence in the mountains and forests, but was quickly drowned by the endless silence.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, it was drizzling, and the mountain road seemed endless.

As the sky gradually darkens and the mountains cast shadows, the car becomes more like a small boat floating in the black sea with the wind, small, lonely, and seemingly about to capsize at any time.

After a long and lonely "voyage", finally, their destination, Dusk House, an ancient Taisho-style Western-style building, appeared in front of everyone in the distance.

It stands alone at the end of this dilapidated winding mountain road, surrounded by mountains on three sides.

The building as wide as a city still tells the story of its prosperity back then, but the mottled exterior walls covered with moss, vines, and weathered and cracked bricks make it look more like an evil castle in a horror story.

"hiss"

Mao Lilan couldn't help but shudder as she looked at this weird mansion in front of her that could be used directly to film Resident Evil.

She subconsciously hugged Caesar, who was serving as a pillow in her arms, a little tighter, and then looked at Belmod in the driver's seat:

"Miss Chrissy"

"Does this really have nothing to do with the organization?"

Although he had already received the answer, Mao Lilan couldn't help but ask again.

Because of the atmosphere of this mansion, it looks too much like the "headquarters of an evil organization" in the movie.

"Don't worry, Angel."

"If this place has something to do with the organization, how could I dare to bring you here?"

Belmode showed a considerate smile that only Miss Angel could enjoy:

"Although this villa is the ancestral home of the Karasuma family, it has nothing to do with the Karasuma family 40 years ago."

"That old man is very timid."

"He would not dare to keep this kind of real estate for himself that is clearly related to the Karasuma family."

As she spoke, she revealed a teasing smile:

"Speaking of which, the old man himself is in Tottori Prefecture now."

"If you really want to see him, it's not too far to drive from here."

"Haha..." Mao Lilan finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this joke that was not funny but had a light tone.

But she still had concerns:

"Since this is not a bureau set up by the organization, then who could invite us here?"

"He pretended to be Kaitou Kidd and invited us, and a famous detective like Detective White Horse came over. What's his purpose?"

"Is this it?"

Belmode tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

She thought for a moment and replied:

"As for the identity of the person who set up the situation, we can't draw a conclusion yet."

"But this guy specially set up a trap to invite famous detectives to the Twilight Hall. I may be able to guess some of the purpose-"

"Because there is a secret hidden in this Twilight Pavilion that can make people crazy."

Belmode himself is from the Karasuma family.

So she knows very well what secrets are hidden in this Twilight Hall:

This Twilight Hall was built under the leadership of the previous head of the Karasuma family, the founder of the Karasuma Empire, and the mother of Renya Karasuma.

And this old lady Karasuma is different from the Ziben family today who talk about financial innovation.

As an old antique transformed from a feudal lord, the first generation of Japan's Ziben family who prospered during the Meiji Restoration, Mrs. Karasuma's personal investment philosophy is relatively traditional and conservative.

Rather than turning money into numbers in the bank or bills in the stock market, she prefers gold, a tangible precious metal financial product.

So during the decades she was in charge of the Karasuma Group, she secretly exchanged some of the assets of the Karasuma Group for gold.

And taking the opportunity of building the Twilight Pavilion, he secretly hid the gold in the ancestral home of the Karasuma family.

Renye Karasuma only found out that her mother had left such a surprise for her after her mother passed away and she took over the Karasuma Group.

But what's worse is that before his mother died, she didn't tell him where the gold was hidden inside the ancestral home, but only left a riddle pointing to the location of the treasure.

Only by solving this puzzle can we find the golden treasure left by Mrs. Karasuma.

Faced with her mother's manipulation of acting like a Riddler in front of her own son, Renya Karasuma had nothing to say.

He tried hard but couldn't solve the mystery his mother left for him, and he searched all over the Twilight Hall but couldn't find the so-called golden treasure.

In addition, the Karasuma Group developed rapidly in his hands. Even without the gold treasure, he could still become one of the richest people in the world at that time.

So Karasuma Renye simply stopped looking for her.

Just pretend that gold doesn't exist.

Anyway, he has never touched money at all, money means nothing to him.

It was not until later that Renye Karasuma, under pressure from intelligence organizations from various countries, was preparing to fake his death to escape and transfer his property underground that he thought about the treasure left to him by his mother.

"At that time, in order to escape safely, the old guy almost gave up all the apparent properties of the Karasuma Group that had been targeted by the intelligence agencies of various countries."

"Although the Karasuma family is as rich as the rest of the country, it will still be a big strain on their muscles and bones."

"So he thought of the treasure his mother left for him:"

"This treasure was not in the Karasuma Group's books at the time. It could avoid the supervision of various governments and provide ample and safe funds for the organization's underground activities and development."

"But the problem is."

Belmode explained in detail the secrets of the organization:

"He was running out of time."

"Renya Karasuma wants to fake his death to escape, and to make other countries believe that 'the evil Karasuma Group was destroyed with his death', then he will definitely not be able to keep his ancestral home in his hands after his 'death'."

"So Karasuma Renye must solve the puzzle left by her mother and find the gold hidden in the ancestral house before she fakes her death and escapes, and before the Twilight Mansion is confiscated by the bank."

Karasuma Renye is anxious to collect the money and run away, but the "account password" has not been cracked yet.

So he became anxious.

His panic led to the tragedy that happened in the Twilight Pavilion 40 years ago:

"The old immortal used high salary as bait to recruit a group of top detectives and scholars in Japan at that time."

"Then he locked all these detective scholars in the House of Twilight, forcing them to solve the puzzle left by his mother within two months and help him find the treasure."

"The person who solves the puzzle can get a generous bonus alive, while the rest can only become a corpse in the wilderness."

With mandatory overtime work, high salary pie, and strict employee elimination mechanism, Karasuma Renye can be said to have used all the housekeeping skills that he has as a Ziben family.

But solving puzzles is not about moving bricks or digging soil. This kind of mental work cannot be forced to be successful by the supervisor with a few strokes of a whip.

"The result"

As a result, those detective scholars were just like Kavin's Internet writers, who had been holding it in for two months and nothing came out.

And Karasuma Renya's "deadline" has also arrived.

If he didn't abandon this treasure and fake his death and escape, the intelligence agencies of various countries would come to his door and invite him back for tea.

Therefore, seeing that these detective scholars have been unable to solve the mystery, I have no hope of obtaining this treasure.

"Renya Karasuma killed them all just when he faked his death to escape."

"In this way, no one will be able to leak the secret of 'the gold hidden in the House of Dusk' alive."

"The secret of the treasure will always remain a secret."

"That old immortal's usual style is like this:"

Belmod's lips curled up with a hint of disgust:

“What you can’t get, others can’t get.”

"So that's it." After listening to this story in detail, Mao Lilan couldn't help but sigh.

And she quickly noticed the problem:

"Today, the person who set up the trap sent us an invitation letter pretending to be Kaitou Kidd. Could it be that he wanted to invite detectives and scholars like us to solve the mystery of the treasure for him like Karasuma Renya did back then?"

This moment is just like that moment.

Thinking of Karasuma Renye's past operations, everyone can vaguely guess the purpose of the mysterious man inviting famous detectives to the banquet.

"But."

"Weren't all the people who knew the treasure originally killed by Renya Karasuma?"

"Since no one knows about the existence of this treasure, how did the mysterious person who set up a trap to invite us here today know about this treasure?"

"Or"

"He had no idea this treasure existed."

"You just happened to choose the Dusk Pavilion as a place, and you simply wanted to invite the detectives over for a party?"

Mao Lilan frowned slightly, carefully guessing the intentions of the person who set up the situation.

And Belmod could not give an answer:

"Who knows?"

"Aren't we here for the banquet just to clarify these issues?"

"Don't worry, the answer will come to light naturally when we go."

She shrugged indifferently, calming Mao Lilan's mind.

At the same time, the Twilight Pavilion that was entrenched in the distance gradually came closer.

Just cross another bridge, drive through a few overlapping turns, and climb the long hillside to reach the "castle" standing in the mountains.

And just then.

Click——

A figure suddenly appeared on the mountain road ahead.

Belmode stepped on the emergency brake in time, causing the car to stop awkwardly in front of the uninvited guest.

The car lights shone on the man's body, outlining a face with ravines.

"S-Mountain Demon Granny?!"

Mao Lilan, who was afraid of ghosts, was suddenly frightened and screamed.

“How rude”

The old woman standing in front of the car sighed helplessly.

Of course she is not a mountain witch, she is just an old woman wearing a windbreaker, wearing glasses, holding an umbrella, with a gentle face and a weak and harmless temperament.

"Everyone, cough cough cough cough"

The old woman covered her nose, as if she had caught a cold on this rainy day, and could not stop coughing and running.

But she still stood firmly in front of the car and quietly observed Belmode in the driver's seat and Lin Xinyi in the passenger seat.

Then she pointed to a car parked on the roadside not far behind her:

"As you can see, the engine of my lovely Fiat died."

"So I'm just waiting here to see if anyone passing by can give me a ride."

As she spoke, the old woman held an umbrella and walked to the driver's seat in a familiar manner:

"This beautiful lady."

"You also want to go to the house in front, right?"

"Since we're on our way, can you give me a ride?"

Belmode did not answer, but turned his inquiring gaze to Lin Xinyi.

Lin Xin glanced at the old woman.

He pondered for a moment and then replied:

"It's still raining, and this old woman is still sick and has a runny nose. We can't just leave her in the mountains."

"Come on, there's room in the back seat."

"Thank you very much." The old woman nodded slightly in thanks, then opened the rear door naturally, and squeezed into the back row with Conan, Caesar, and Mao Lilan.

"Woof woof woof?" Caesar looked at her warily.

"Police dog?" The old woman smiled slightly.

Caesar is not wearing a police dog vest, but his fierce and wise temperament is not something that ordinary dogs can possess.

"I was indeed right."

"The gentleman in the passenger seat should be the most famous detective in Tokyo today, the nemesis of Kaitou Kidd, the Magician of Death, the Kirin of the Metropolitan Police Department, Manager Lin Shinichi, right?"

"It's me." After staying in Japan for a long time, Lin Xinyi has become accustomed to his second-tier titles.

He frankly admitted his identity and asked:

"May I ask you are?"

"Thousands of years of descending."

The old woman gave her name confidently:

"A detective like you."

"Qianjian's promotion?!" Before Lin Xinyi could speak, Mao Lilan opened her mouth in surprise.

Her father and her childhood sweetheart are both detectives. As a half-involved person, she is very familiar with the names of the big shots in the circle:

"Senjian Reno. Are you the famous 'easy chair detective' who can solve a case by sitting in an easy chair and just listening to other people telling them the facts?"

No need for Qian Jian to introduce herself, Mao Lilan helped reveal her extraordinary identity.

"Yes, I do have such a name."

"If I guess correctly, you should be Manager Lin's protégé, the 'beautiful girl forensic doctor' who has recently become famous in Tokyo, Miss Mao Lilan, right?"

Qianjian Shengyo smiled and nodded in response, and had a business exchange with Mao Lilan.

At the same time, she was also quietly observing the details of the furnishings in the car.

Then, without waiting for Mao Lilan, Lin Xinyi and others to talk to her again, she said to herself:

"Although the ashtray in the car has no cigarette butts, it is still stained with cigarette ash. It seems that the garbage was taken out at the gas station in front just now."

"It seems that some of you still know how to smoke."

Belmode does smoke.

It was more than 600 kilometers from Tokyo to Tottori, and she did smoke a lot of cigarettes to refresh herself on the way.

Senjian Fangshi casually stated the information she read, and then sincerely requested:

"Sorry, I have a rude request:"

"I am very afraid of the smell of cigarettes. I get a headache when I smell the smell of cigarettes."

"In addition, I may have caught a cold today. I am not feeling well. I have been coughing and having a runny nose."

"So if that's okay."

"I hope you can bear with me and try not to smoke in front of me."

Senma Yoyo seems to be simply asking everyone not to smoke.

Mao Lilan noticed a paragraph that was deliberately added and highlighted secretly in her sigh:

"'Just emptied an ashtray at a gas station'?"

"Grandma Qianjian, how do you know we just went to the gas station?"

"It's very simple."

Senjian Shidai glanced at the dashboard:

"Gas gauge, full."

She gave a very succinct reasoning.

Mao Lilan innocently expressed her admiration and admired her meticulous observation.

But Belmod and Conan, who were well-informed, remained calm.

Detective Lin Xin has seen a lot and can tell what kind of tricks she is playing:

Getting to know people when you meet them is an old detective routine.

Just like a magician who comes to your door to defraud people, he must say some secret information such as "How many people are in your family?" Live in the place.

Although the profession of detective is different from that of a magician.

But famous detectives are also keen to design a arrogant opening for themselves and show their powerful reasoning skills as famous detectives in front of others.

For example, when Holmes met Watson for the first time, he immediately revealed the fact that he was a veteran who crawled out of the Imperial Cemetery before Watson introduced himself.

Thinking about utilitarianism, this is a marketing method used by famous detectives to build their personal brands.

If you think about it purely, it is a very happy thing to show your hand in front of others.

After all, if you are talented, don’t pretend to be inferior. You can walk at night like you are dressed in fine clothes.

Pretending is originally the driving force for human progress and the basic emotional need for human objective existence.

like now

Chima Yoyo mentioned the fact that they had just been to the gas station just to show off his reasoning skills.

Unfortunately, the only one who responded enthusiastically to her was Miss Maori.

Conan and Lin Xinyi didn't react much, and Belmod was even more uninterested and didn't care.

The air fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere was still a bit awkward.

And famous detectives are more or less competitive.

Without a competitive spirit and a passion for showing off one's holiness in front of others, it would be difficult to gain a reputation in this circle.

Faced with the indifferent "ignorance" of his colleague Lin Xinyi, Senjian Shengdai also secretly reflected in his heart:

Maybe it's because the reasoning just now was too simple?

So you can't show off your skills and can't hold your own?

Qianjian Jiedai's eyes wandered, and after thinking for a moment, he continued to himself and said:

"Mr. Lin."

"Did you bring a firearm to the banquet this time?"

"Oh?" Lin Xinyi's expression finally changed.

He turned his head slightly in surprise and asked, "Grandma Qianjian, why do you say that?"

"Your pocket."

Senjian Yoyo's eyes are old but not cloudy.

Sharp eyes glanced at Lin Xinyi's suit pocket:

"When I was standing at the front of the car, I saw that the right pocket of your suit was bulging, as if it contained something."

"The thing is not small in size. It looks like both a gun and a wallet. It's not easy to distinguish from the outline."

"But when I got in the car, I realized."

"Mr. Lin, your suit pockets are empty."

Senjian Fangdai smiled slightly and said confidently:

"This means that when I got into the car from the back door, you quietly hid the things that were originally in your suit pocket in a more hidden place."

"Why hide it?"

"Of course I don't want an outsider like me to see it."

"After all, the pockets of the suit are very shallow, and the thing is very large. If I don't hide it in a different place, I will definitely notice it when I sit in the car."

"So, here's the question:"

A sharp flash of light flashed in Senjian Yoyo's eyes:

"Mr. Lin, what exactly do you have in your pocket that you don't want an outsider like me to see?"

"I" Lin Xinyi was speechless for a moment.

He hesitated and was speechless.

And Senjian Fangdai immediately gave her answer:

"Combined with the outline of the object I observed at that time"

"I think the answer is a gun."

"After all, this invitation comes very strangely, and it might be dangerous."

"Mr. Lin, as a police officer who legally holds a gun, it is understandable that you would bring a gun as a self-defense card."

"And the reason why the trump card is the trump card is that it must be hidden so that no one knows about it, and then be played out unexpectedly at the critical moment——"

"That's why you hid it before I got in the car so I wouldn't notice."

Senjian Fangdai was reasoning in an orderly manner.

She is confident that this answer is absolutely correct:

The outline of the thing looked like a gun, but Lin Xinyi hurriedly hid it before she got in the car.

So what else could it be if it wasn't a gun?

"Well" Lin Xinyi held his breath with an ugly look on his face.

I couldn't hold it in for a long time and couldn't say a word.

The air became awkward again.

However, this time it was Lin Xinyi who was embarrassed.

"Hahaha."

Belmod couldn't help laughing:

"Shinichi, don't be embarrassed."

"Since everyone has noticed it, just show your 'gun'"

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Xinyi's face turned red: "What's so funny!"

Qian Jian descended: "???"

She felt like there might be something wrong with her reasoning.

And just when the famous easy chair detective was waiting for Lin Xinyi's response in confusion.

"Ahem. I'm bored on the long drive. I have to bring something to pass the time."

Lin Xinyi explained with an awkward look.

Reluctantly, he took out a handful from his arms.

Spark Prism.

That is, the divine light stick.

When I took it out, I accidentally pressed the button.

The light overflowed on Lin Xinyi's liver-colored face.

Thousands of generations descended: "."