Chapter 10 The Full Moon
This is truly a fantastic and terrifying scene that can only be seen in dreams.
The dark forest was silent, the silver full moon was high in the sky, and the surface of the pool reflected everything. The person below was struggling and trembling, but the person above was merciless. He stepped on the other person's back, and his robe fell down. He heard the sound of the pursuer breaking in, and seemed to look over here. A pale mask with a smile appeared in front of everyone, but the next second -
"Swish--" He swung the scythe in his hand down cruelly, and the fast speed even caused the air to vibrate.
The people below stopped moving. A round object rolled down, and the gushing liquid infected the entire pool. A strong bloody smell rushed towards them. Everyone was stunned. This horrible scene made them unable to move, as if invisible thorns were climbing up their bodies, entangling them and making them unable to make a sound. Even Kogoro Mouri, who used to be a detective, couldn't react immediately.
"Master!" Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced their eardrums and broke their stiffness. Several people looked in the direction of the sound and saw the old butler holding the lamp falling backwards. Gao Si Qiming, who was close to him, didn't have time to lend a hand and could only let the old butler faint on the cold and wet ground.
"Not good," Conan reacted immediately. He turned his sight back immediately, but he could only see the back of the attacker disappearing into the dense forest. "He escaped!"
Just as he was about to chase him, a hand pressed on his head, stopping him, "Uncle Maori!" Conan shouted anxiously.
"Let's go check out the body," Maori Kogoro said solemnly, "and confirm if it's really the same Nagakawa Usuke."
How could I admit my mistake? When the old butler saw the figure in kimono, he recognized his identity at the first moment. He had served the other party for decades and was very familiar with his figure. And when the man swung the sickle, he watched his master's head and body being separated. It was like a nightmare and he had not yet woken up from it.
"Too dangerous." Pei Zhen stepped forward and said to Conan, "We still don't know the identity of this person, and whether he is related to the person we were chasing before, or whether they are the same person. If not, then we are facing two extremely dangerous criminals. They are different from those who used tricks to kill people in previous reports. They can really kill people head-on. When the gap in strength is too big, we must learn to protect our own safety."
Conan was stunned, and his raised foot fell down.
"Yes," Gao Si Qiming said in a trembling voice, pushing up his glasses desperately, "It's too late, it's too dark here, and the housekeeper who is familiar with the terrain has fainted. Let's wait for the police to come!"
How hateful, Conan thought to himself, they didn’t know that they were carrying the props made for them by Professor Agasa.
Kogoro Mouri went to examine the body. He was capable of performing some basic autopsy. Conan followed quietly. Pei Zhen thought about it and decided to go over to help.
After nearly an hour, the group finally returned to the villa. After running around for most of the night, they ended up witnessing such a horrific murder case. They were all in low spirits. Kogoro Mouri even had abdominal pain. When he returned to the house, his face had turned blue.
Xiaolan and the others had been waiting in the hall for a long time. The maid, Ellie, brought warm water to each of them.
"What's going on, Grandpa Butler..." Xiaolan asked worriedly when she saw the old butler being carried back.
Kogoro Mori took a deep breath and briefly told them what had happened. Hearing that there was a knife-wielding gangster hiding in the house, the people who stayed behind were horrified, and the beheading incident in the jungle later made them even more nervous.
"How long will it take for the police to get here?" Yoshihiro Ikeda began to wipe his sweat again. He seemed to sweat easily when he was nervous, but he was a person who got nervous very easily.
"Can I take a picture?" Shinji Inada, who woke up later, asked with fear but a little excitement. This is big news. Murder and crime solving are always hot topics in newspapers, and the public is also willing to pay attention to it, and the level of discussion has remained high.
Luo Zhi Xingzi seemed to have not reacted yet. She hesitated and asked, "He... just died like that?" But after a moment of silence, she snorted coldly, "It's good that he died. He should have died long ago!"
This statement made many people look at her. Conan used his identity as a child to ask cutely: "Isn't this big sister the editor of that writer? Why do you look so disgusted with him?"
Luo Zhi Xingzi started smoking a cigarette. She glanced at everyone and said, "Why, you don't suspect me of being a suspect, do you?"
"I can't kidnap a grown man into the forest, lead you guys over, and behead him in front of everyone," the editor said. She looked thin, and although her makeup wasn't heavy, her slightly high cheekbones gave her a mean vibe. "I'd like to, but I don't have the strength."
"We're not sure it's one person yet." Conan tilted his head.
"Who knows," Maori Kogoro thought, "Maybe he really wants to lure us over there and put on a show in front of us... Yes, a showman. Didn't they say on American TV recently that serial killers love this and have all kinds of nicknames!"
Hey, don't be led astray! Conan's smile was somewhat weak. Besides, those nicknames were given by the media, and this guy had only killed one person.
Pei Zhen did not participate in the incident. Although he had drawn a [Reasoning] card before coming here, this time...
"Let's go to Nagakawa Usuke's room first," Conan suggested, "It might be the second crime scene."
His advice was heeded. Everyone went upstairs; no one wanted to be left alone in such a situation.
"This... shows signs of a struggle," Conan said after a careful inspection. "The window was broken open from the inside. When we chased after him, the man wasn't carrying anyone on his back. That means the window was closed before the intruder came."
"Nagakawa Usuke actually disappeared long before we arrived!" Conan's mind flashed with thoughts: "The one who escaped was the first one to discover this!"
"Usually the master doesn't allow us to enter his room," the maid replied when asked by Maori Kogoro, "He often conceives his plots in this room, and the papers he writes on cannot be touched. Anyone who violates this rule will be scolded by him."
"I see," Maori Kogoro nodded matter-of-factly, "So he's like this in private? In other words, you actually hate him?"
"Eh," the maid Ai Li was a little flustered: "No, that's not the case. Although Master Changchuan is a fierce person, but he pays a very high salary, two or three times what I paid in my previous job!"
"So he must be very rich?" Maori Kogoro was thinking, "It's not impossible to kill for money. So, does anyone know where Nagakawa Usuke hides his treasure, such as a safe?"
The maid was a little at a loss: "These things..."
"These servants don't know about these things," a hoarse voice sounded from behind the people. Kogoro Mouri looked over there and saw that the butler had finally woken up and was walking towards here with the help of the reporter next to him. There was no color on his face, and he began to pant after walking a few steps: "The valuables are all in the bank. Only the master knows the password and key. The rest is in my hands. We will not disclose the specific amount."
Conan noticed something else: "They?"
Mao Li nodded: "Then he doesn't have any relatives like nephews? When he dies, they can inherit his property naturally?"
The butler opened his mouth, and in an instant, his face seemed to become even paler. Conan was worried that he would die immediately.
The traces of that dream finally spread to the present world. The old butler vaguely saw the full moon again. On the same night, Madam Lianshi stood in the cold wind, and seemed to turn her head and smile at him... But the next second, the image of the black-robed man swinging his sickle dispelled this scene... No, Master! The butler couldn't help but cover his chest. The rapid interweaving of the two images made his thoughts confused and he was on the verge of collapse again.
But in the end he did not deny Kogoro Mori's question.
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