Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

The place between the ceremony was an independent bungalow with a brick-red roof, which looked a bit mysterious. In a spacious room inside, there was a Huo Si Xingzi in a black evening dress and a somewhat rebellious one. The young people sat around the round table in the middle, and when Gao Cheng followed into the room, there was a young maid pushing a dining cart serving tea.

"excuse me……"

Gao Cheng met Huo Si Xingzi's polite smile and sat at the round table with Izawa and the others, and couldn't help but look around curiously.

There is a red square carpet in the middle of the wooden floor of the room, and a floor lamp decorated with bat wings in a strange shape. The yellow light through the lampshade adds a bit of magical atmosphere to the room, and there are two windows covered by curtains beside it. .

"Keep everyone waiting for a long time," Huo Sixiao walked into the ceremony with a young girl wearing a black dress and a lively double ball head. This is because of the mysterious power brought by the black magic we believe in, so there is a black magic ceremony every month..."

Gao Cheng's expression tightened slightly.

Black magic is not an ordinary magic show. To be precise, it should be witchcraft and black magic. Although I don’t know if such weird things really exist in this world, Izawa Kentaro is right. Kind of abnormal.

Huo Sixiao glanced at Gao Cheng, and smiled slightly: "Although it is called black magic, it is definitely not the worship of demons. The black magic we believe in is more noble and noble. It can be called philosophical thinking. Capitalism is competition, competition It is to extract the interests of others, so cursing this kind of thing is a legitimate method handed down from ancient times..."

Gao Cheng frowned and didn't make a sound, just silently watching Huo Sixiao who was speaking.

Since he came to Huosi's house, he has gradually believed in Kentaro Izawa's judgment. There must be some secret behind the death of the former president...

"Then," Huo Sixiao stepped aside, "Let me introduce the black magician this time, Teacher Heigua Guimen..."

A blond man wearing a black suit and a mask walked into the ceremony room from behind Huo Sixiao, looked at Gao Cheng inadvertently with an elusive gaze, and smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth: "Hello, I am the black magician who presides over this ceremony , black melon ghost gate..."

The maid passed by Gao Cheng, took away the teacup on the table, and completely exposed the masked man in front of Gao Cheng, and an invisible breath directly pressed on Gao Cheng.

Gao Cheng looked closely into the eyes of the masked man, and the smiling face when he met Gao Yuanyao the last time appeared in his mind.

This familiar feeling...

"Sorry," the masked man went straight to Gao Cheng, grabbed the white tablecloth and tore it away, "The ceremony...let's start now!"

Gao Cheng stood up from the chair, and looked at the desktop with the pentagram magic circle with everyone. The golden tadpole text seemed to be wandering on the table.

"this is……"

"It's nothing strange," the masked man looked at the maid who started to place the props, and smiled at Gao Cheng. "In the West, black magic is very common in business. It's not as scary as you think..."

"Excuse me," the maid asked suspiciously, "don't you use candles? All the previous magicians were useful..."

"It's enough to have this magic lamp next to it." The masked man pointed to the floor lamp, and seeing the surprised expressions of everyone in the Huosi family, he chuckled and said, "Don't you all know? Actually, this lampshade is made of human skin of……

"From the perspective of style, it should be made in England in the 19th century. At that time, it was in the period of rapid development of the industrial revolution, and this kind of underground mysticism was also very popular..."

"Indeed, this lamp was there when my father bought it. I didn't expect there to be such a secret."

Everyone in the Huosi family had different expressions, some were calm, some were disgusted, some were afraid... and some were excited. If it wasn't for the start of the ceremony, they would all want to study the mysterious floor lamp.

The weird black magic ceremony lasted for more than an hour. Several members of the Huosi family and Heigua Guimen kept chanting incomprehensible and incomprehensible spells. Xianjian and the others were watching by the side.

It was right not to let the children of Mitsuhiko come over, otherwise those guys would definitely not be able to stand it...

Gao Cheng crossed his arms and looked at Heigua Guimen, who was holding a magic sword and kept chanting incantations.

He feels very similar to Gao Yuanyao, but he is not sure that this guy is Gao Yuanyao...

If it's Gao Yuanyaoyi, what's the purpose of this guy?

"This is the end of the ceremony, thank you for your hard work." With the lights in the room turned on again, Heigua Guimen put away the magic sword solemnly, "There are already spirits descending during this ceremony, in order to maintain the effect of the curse, please don't let it This magic lamp goes out..."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left and said, "Then, we will gather in the living room of this building at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and don't enter this room before then."

"it's finally over……"

"But is this lampshade really made of human skin? It's disgusting."

The unruly youth stood up, not wanting to see the floor lamp, and hurriedly followed Huo Sixiao and the others to leave the ceremony.

"He is Jiuyao, Xingzi's elder brother," Kentaro Izawa took the initiative to introduce before Gao Cheng asked, "I haven't been here many times, but I heard from Xingzi that his brother is a little nervous, especially the Qinglong club. After the chief was killed, he always said that someone was going to kill him, and his attitude towards Xingzi became worse and worse."

"It's such a strange family," Gao Cheng walked to the floor lamp with his elbows on his hands, "How did President Qinglong adopt them?"

Izawa shook his head: "That's not clear, they don't seem to like to talk about it..."

"Don't you even say Xingzi?"

"Uh, there seems to be something unspeakable..."

Gao Cheng squatted down and looked at the wires sewn on the carpet beside the base of the floor lamp, which looked quite old.

"Ok?"

Gao Cheng touched the carpet along the wire with his fingers, and found that the wire passed directly under the carpet, and was finally connected to the socket by the wall.

The middle of the entire square carpet was cut along the inner side, and only the other end was connected together.

Lifting off the carpet, a secret door on the floor appeared in front of Gao Cheng.

"Sure enough, there is a secret. This room is used for black magic rituals..."

"No, Mr. Kido!" The maid came back after packing up the props, and when she saw Gao Cheng's movements, she said anxiously, "Master said you can't lift the carpet!"

Gao Cheng rested his fingers on the hidden door: "Why is there a door here..."

"That door is the entrance to the ancient basement," Secretary Kaizaki appeared at the door, "Mr. Qinglong, the former president, liked that basement very much, that's why the black magic ceremony was held here..."

"basement?"

"Yes, although I also want to know the truth about the death of President Qinglong, but this basement cannot have any clues, because it has been infiltrated and abandoned by groundwater long ago."

Izawa Kentaro nodded: "I also heard from President Qinglong that this basement existed before he bought it. There are many horrible torture instruments in it. It seems to be a torture room."

"Does everyone know this place?" Gao Cheng frowned.

"Yeah, because of President Qinglong," Izawa Kentaro said with a wry smile, "Senior Kido, I've heard about your deeds from Kohashi, so don't worry. You, a well-known detective, will intervene in this case, and it will definitely be over soon." It will come to light."

"maybe. "

Gao Cheng shook his head, thinking about restoring the carpet.

Huo Si's family must have some secrets, but it may not be that simple to investigate clearly.

Let Xiao Ai check the past of Huo Si's family first, and then ask Police Officer Mu Mu about the incident where President Qinglong was killed. Maybe there are usable clues.

...

"Yi, I won't let you leave, never again! Don't leave me..."

In the villa by the lake, Xiao Ai was lying on the bed in her pajamas, watching TV quietly by herself, moving her legs and feet from time to time to take a bite of the snack at hand.

No one disturbs, a comfortable life is a kind of enjoyment, it is right not to go to the grape house...

"Didi!" The cell phone left on the bed suddenly rang, seeing Gao Cheng's incoming call displayed on the screen, Xiao Ai's eyelids instantly sank.