Chapter 2982 2994 [Green Light]

"!!" Ran Mao Li was frightened by the ghostly voice and the content of the words. She suddenly shrank away from the sound and bumped into Dr. Arata and Jiang Xia.

The newly-appointed doctor embraced her and asked, "Are you okay?"

Curacao couldn't help but glance over here: "..." This woman pretending to be a school doctor is quite professional.

Conan: "......?!" What are you doing? Take your hands off her waist! !

He really wanted to yell like this, but the faint smell of the organization around him made Conan take a deep breath and he was forced to remain rational.

...But things that need to be interrupted should still be interrupted.

Soon, the fake elementary school student seemed to be attracted by the person talking at the door. Like a naughty child, he forced his way between Mao Lilan and Dr. Akai, separating the two people, and then asked the old lady at the door as if nothing had happened: "Old lady, what does the vengeful spirit mean?"

President Daimon's wife came over at some point, and she said those words while leaning against the door.

Now, hearing the guest's question, she explained in a pious yet fearful tone, "This armor is attached to the wronged soul of General Xiuyou. He died tragically and was full of resentment, so in the middle of the night, his soul can't help but wander around - anyone who sees him will soon die, this is his revenge on this filthy world."

As she spoke, the old lady held a pair of newly made white tabi in her arms, tremblingly walked to the armor, placed it on the altar in front of the armor, and said devoutly: "I hope that General Hidetomo's feet will not be frozen while he is wandering."

President Daimon couldn't stand it any longer: "You're just looking for trouble by doing these mysterious things every day!"

“Shut up!” Unlike his two sons, the president’s wife was not afraid of him at all. She turned around, her fierce look was completely different from when she was offering tabi just now, “I’m doing this to atone for your evil deeds!”

After saying that, the old lady turned back to the armor. She knelt and murmured to her husband, "Not just now, in fact, every year tonight, I will offer a pair of tabi to General Hidetomo - you'd better be more respectful. It's okay on other days, but today is the 500th anniversary of General Hidetomo's death... In fact, I have a feeling that a blizzard is coming..."

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President Daimon had no way to deal with his weird wife, so he could only scold her a few more times, then laughed dryly and asked the guests to go back to their rooms to rest.

The group walked through the snow with mixed feelings and returned to the guest room. As soon as they entered the room, they ran into Daimon Ryoro who was holding a towel and preparing to take a shower.

"You guys are back." Daimon Ryolang looked behind them curiously, "Didn't my dad come with us?"

Jiang Xia: "President Daimon seems to want to take a rest."

"Is that so..." Daimon Ryolang hesitated for a moment, "Then I'd better talk to him tomorrow. He looked really scary when he was angry just now. I hope he can calm down tonight."

As they were talking, with the sound of slow footsteps, the old lady came back from the house over there.

When she looked up and saw her second son, she rushed over: "Liang Lang!"

Daimon Ryolang was startled: "Mom, aren't you sleeping?"

The old lady ignored this and just kept talking about her own things: "Liang Lang, you chose to come back today by chance, it must be because General Xiuyou is still alive in heaven - now only you, only you can protect this family!"

As she spoke, she reached into her bosom and unexpectedly pulled out an old notebook from somewhere.

Soon, as if passing on some treasure, the old lady handed over the notebook solemnly. Then she waved her hand and went back to her bedroom with trembling steps.

Curacao, Vermouth and Judy's eyes immediately fell on the notebook in Yoshiro Daimon's hand.

Being stared at by several scorching eyes, Daimon Ryolang, who was flipping through a book, was stunned: "Uh, if you don't mind, let's read it together?"

Back in the living room, Daimon Ryolang spread out his notebook on the table.

Everyone took a quick look and immediately felt that it looked familiar - it was actually a clipping collection, which contained many news items cut out from newspapers.

For a moment, everyone almost thought that the old lady was also a fan of Jiang Xia, and had specially made a collection of clippings to show him in a roundabout way... But after taking a closer look at the content, they found that this was different from the common Jiangxia clippings collection.

"On December 10, Kenichi Sakusa, the president of Sakusa Industry, committed suicide. According to an unknown industry insider, Sakusa Industry was forced to close down due to the vicious competition from Daimon Industry..."

Looking at these contents, Daimon Ryolang showed anger: "My dad always does things like this!"

The more Judy looked at him, the more she felt that he had the potential to be a murderer, so she quickly spoke to comfort him, "This is just a rumor in the newspaper, don't believe it completely - an unknown industry insider is obviously used to take the blame for the rumor."

Daimon Ryolang shook his head and said, "My family has an old set of armor... I think my father showed it off to you when he showed you around just now."

Everyone responded, then realized belatedly: "What's wrong with that armor?"

Yoshiro Daimon pointed to the newspaper stuck on the notebook and said, "In fact, the deceased President Sakusa was the original owner of the armor."

Jiang Xia took out his phone and glanced at today's date: "Come to think of it, it seems that President Sakusa committed suicide today - what a coincidence."

Vermouth's ears twitched: "..." Coincidence? When you say this, it always feels like there is a subtle mockery...

Next to her, Mao Lilan thought of the mysterious old lady from before, and instantly got goose bumps all over her body: "Maybe, could it be like what the old lady said, that every anniversary of General Hidetomo's death, his wronged spirit will wander the world..."

"There are no ghosts in the world." Daimon Ryoro shook his head helplessly, "Everyone in our area knows the legend of General Hidetomo, so some poor people who have been wronged will choose the day of the Hidetomo Festival to commit suicide. This is not the first time."

The maid pouring tea next to her recalled this incident with a sigh: "Later, the factory was abandoned where it was. I heard that someone even encountered a ghost there. The old lady may have heard this rumor, which is why she always felt that there would be ghosts wandering around the town every night."

Mao Lilan whispered: "But what if there really is a wronged ghost wandering around..."

"Dr. Shinchu" picked up the teacup and took a sip, hiding the smile on the corner of his lips: The little girl who is afraid of ghosts is so cute.

(End of this chapter)