Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Between the ceremonies is an independent bungalow with a brick red roof, which looks quite mysterious. In a spacious room, there is a Huo Si Xingzi wearing a black evening dress and another that looks a little bit shameless. The young man sat around the round table in the middle, and when Gao Cheng followed into the room, there was a young maid pushing a dining car putting tea.

"excuse me……"

Gao Cheng greeted Huoji Xingzi with a polite smile and sat down at the round table with Jing Ze and couldn't help but curiously looked around.

There is a red square carpet in the middle of the wooden floor of the room, and a floor lamp with a peculiar bat wings decoration. The yellow light through the lampshade adds a magical atmosphere to the room. There are also two windows that are hidden by curtains. .

"Let you wait a long time," Huo Sixiao walked into the ceremony with a young girl wearing a black dress with a lively double ball head. "Most of you here are aware of the rapid pace of our company in the past 5 years. Development, this is because of the mysterious power brought by the black magic we believe in, so every month there is a black magic ritual..."

Gao Cheng's expression tightened slightly.

Black magic is not an ordinary kind of magic show. To be precise, it should be witchcraft black magic. Although I don’t know if such weird things really exist in this world, Izawa Kentaro is right. This Huoji family is indeed. It's a bit abnormal.

Huo Sixiao glanced over Gao Cheng and said with a slight smile: "Although it is called black magic, it is definitely not a worship of the devil. The black magic we believe in is more noble and noble. It can be called a philosophical idea. Capitalism is competition and competition. It is to squeeze the interests of others, so cursing this kind of thing is a legitimate method handed down from ancient times..."

Gao Cheng squeezed his brows and made no sound, just silently watching Huo Sixiao watching the speech.

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

"Then," Huo Sixiao said aside, "Next, let me introduce the black magician this time, the teacher of the black melon ghost door..."

A blond man in a black suit and a mask walked from behind Huo Sixiao between the ceremonies. He looked at Gao Cheng with an elusive line of sight. He smiled softly at the corner of his mouth and said, "Hello, I am the black magician who presided over this ceremony. , The black melon ghost door..."

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

Gao Cheng looked closely at the eyes of the masked man, and the smiling face that came into his mind the last time he met Gao Yuanyao.

This familiar feeling...

"Sorry," the masked man walked straight to Gao Cheng, grabbed the white tablecloth and pulled it away. "The ceremony...start now!"

Gao Cheng stood up from the chair and looked at the tabletop where the Pentagram Magic Array appeared with everyone. The golden tadpoles seemed to be walking on the tabletop.

"this is……"

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

"Excuse me," the maid questioned. "Don't you need candles? The previous magicians are all useful..."

"The magic lamp next to it is enough," the masked man pointed at the floor lamp, and when he saw the surprised expressions of everyone in the Huo Si family, he chuckled and said, "Don't you know? In fact, 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. This kind of underground mysticism was also very popular..."

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

Everyone in the Huoji family looked different, calm, disgusted, fearful...and excited. If it wasn't the beginning of the ceremony, I'm afraid they would all want to study the mysterious floor lamp.

The weird black magic ceremony lasted for more than an hour. Several people in the Huoji family and Heiguaguimen kept chanting spells that they didn’t understand and didn’t understand clearly. Gao Cheng could only help Xiaoqiao. Xian sees a few people 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 raised his arms and looked at the black melon ghost door holding the magic sword and constantly chanting curses.

It feels very similar to Gao Yuanyao Yi, but it is still not sure that this guy is Gao Yuanyao Yi...

If it's Gao Yuanyao, what purpose does this guy have?

"That's the end of the ceremony. Thank you, everyone." As the room lights turned on again, the black melon ghost door solemnly put away the magic sword. "Now there are elves coming in between this ceremony. In order to maintain the curse effect, please don't let it This magic lamp goes out..."

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

"it is finally over……"

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

The young man stood up, didn't want to see the floor lamp very much, and hurriedly followed Huo Sixiao to leave between the ceremony.

"He is Jiuyao, Hoshiko's brother," he actively introduced before Gao Cheng asked Kentaro Izawa. "I haven't been here many times, but I heard Hoshiko said that his brother is a little nervous, especially Qinglongsha. After Chang was killed, he always said that someone wanted to kill him, and his attitude towards Xingzi became worse and worse."

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

Jing Ze shook his head: "This is not clear, they don't seem to like to say this much..."

"Don't even Xingzi say it?"

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

Gao Cheng squatted down and looked at the wires sewn into the carpet beside the base of the floor lamp, which looked like some ages.

"Ok?"

Gao Cheng's fingers touched the carpet along the wires and found that the wires passed directly under the carpet before being connected to the socket on the wall.

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

Uncovering the carpet, a hidden door on the floor appeared in front of Gao Cheng.

"Sure enough, there is a secret, this room used to perform black magic rituals..."

"No, Mr. Joto!" The maid returned after packing up the props, and said anxiously when she saw Gao Cheng's actions, "The master said that you can't lift the carpet!"

Gao Cheng's finger stopped on the secret door: "Why is there a door here..."

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

"basement?"

"Yes, although I also want to know the truth about the death of President Qinglong, there can be no clues in this basement, because it has been infiltrated and abandoned by groundwater long ago."

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

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

"Yes, because President Qinglong," Kentaro Izawa said with a wry smile, "Senior Joto, I heard Kobashi talk about your deeds, don't worry, you have to intervene in this case, and you will definitely be a well-known detective. It will come to the bottom."

"Perhaps ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Gao Cheng shook his head, thinking about restoring the carpet.

There must be some secrets in the Huo Si family, but it might not be that simple to investigate clearly.

Let Xiao Ai check the past of Huo Si's house first, and by the way, ask Officer Mumu about the incident in which President Qinglong was killed. Maybe there are clues available.

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

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

No one is disturbed, a comfortable life is a kind of enjoyment, it is right not to go to the Museum of Grapes...

"Didi!" The phone dropped on the bedside suddenly rang, and Xiao Ai's eyelids sank instantly when he saw Gao Cheng's call displayed on the screen.