Chapter 2132 2140 [Cursed Mask]
Not long after, Maya Hashimoto came back with the maid.
At this time, Takamori Masumi didn't need to hide her fear anymore. She just blended in with the current weird atmosphere. She took out the key and quickly opened the door to the mask room.
Jiang Xia pushed the door open, turned on the flashlight and shone it around, and suddenly stopped - the curtains on the wall that should have been closed were wide open, and the 200 pale masks inside were all gone.
Mao Lilan was so scared that she almost crushed the corner of the cabinet: "Did they really run out to suck blood?"
The next moment, as if in response to her words, a scream was heard from afar, separated by several walls.
"It seems to be the sound coming from the third floor." Jiang Xia thought for a moment, "That must be Mrs. Su Fang's bedroom."
Everyone then wanted to go to the third floor again, but as soon as they turned to the door, they were stopped.
Takamori Masumi explained, "Only the staircase on the west side leads to Mrs. Sufang's bedroom. We also have stairs on this side, but they are blocked."
Jiang Xia looked at her.
Takamori Masumi got a sudden shock, and his mind worked faster. He said, "I'll call my sister and ask her to open the door on that side!"
There was a chaos among the crowd, which woke up another person who lived here.
The rock singer's room was far away from them. He came over after hearing the noise and asked, "Why aren't you turning on the lights at this late hour?"
However, no one had time to pay attention to him at this time. The door on the other side of the mask hall was quickly opened by Torimaru Naoko. Jiang Xia walked out and saw that someone here had also woken up. The photographer asked in confusion: "Why is there such a big commotion? What happened?"
Jiang Xia: "There seemed to be screams from Madam Su Fang just now, let's go up and take a look."
Naoko Torimaru also heard it, but she pretended to have just been woken up by the phone. When she heard Jiang Xia was going upstairs, she went out to lead the way.
The group ran up the stairs to the third floor and stopped at the door of the bedroom of the owner of the mansion.
Jiang Xia knocked on the door: "Mrs. Su Fang?"
The fortune teller, baseball player and photographer all lived on this side. Everyone woke up and gathered around the sound. The fortune teller turned on the light switch in the corridor at the back.
The light suddenly illuminated everything. Jiang Xia looked up and saw a vent on the top of the heavy door. He pulled over a stool, knocked on the window with reflective film, and looked into the bedroom.
The flashlight shone in, illuminating a scene from the legend - Mrs. Sufang was lying on the bed with her eyes wide open, blood gushing from her throat, and the head of the bed was stained red with her blood.
Around her, there were countless pale smiley masks scattered around. The densely packed white smiley faces were lying on her, with blood on their mouths, as if they had swarmed onto the bed together and bit Mrs. Sufang to death.
Although the person looked dead, it was difficult for me, as a detective blessed with divine power, to make a direct conclusion from such a distance.
"Mrs. Sufang seems to be injured. She needs first aid as soon as possible." The door in front of him was also specially made and not easy to open, so Jiang Xia took a quick look at the bedroom first.
The bedroom was a normal square. There was a narrow window that had been sealed shut on the wall directly opposite Jiang Xia, and there was an iron door on the right.
Jiang Xia turned around and asked the two maids: "How do I get to that door over there?"
Torimaru Naoko was startled, and quickly remembered the layout of the bedroom. She shook her head: "That door has been sealed for many years and cannot be used."
Conan found a way: "I'll go in through the air vent and take a look!"
The air vent above the head is very narrow for an adult, but just right for a first grader.
Jiang Xia knocked off the broken glass stuck around and successfully sent the tool man in.
Conan was wearing shoes and his feet were not pricked by the glass scattered on the ground.
After landing safely, he immediately turned around to look at the door lock, and then reported in real time in surprise: "This door has two locks!"
In addition to the normal built-in door lock, there is actually a padlock hanging inside. The door is locked both technically and physically - even the most skilled locksmith would find it difficult to open this difficult door without a chainsaw.
Conan's detective instinct kicked in: "It seems the murderer didn't enter or exit from here."
Hashimoto Maya who was outside heard it with sharp ears and smiled silently: "..." Haha, he is just a little brat who can't hide anything. He is still standing at the door, but he dares to be sure that Mrs. Sufang is dead - he let the cat out of the bag, right?
Next to him, Naoko Torimaru glanced at him, a gloom flashed across her eyes: "..." Heh, he is indeed Usa's henchman. He is so happy that someone died? Mrs. Sufang's death must have been caused by this guy.
But soon, Naoko Torimaru sighed again: the Peace Villa that she had carefully selected still had an accident...
Inside the door, the fully intelligent humanoid detector quickly came to its senses, and Conan trotted to Mrs. Sufang's bedside.
In fact, when he climbed through the window just now, he found that the old lady's body seemed to be motionless, so he did not rush over to give her first aid after she landed.
Now, when he reached out his hand, he found that his thought was correct: the person was completely dead.
Conan looked at the blood-stained bed and sighed: "The person is already beyond saving, call the police."
Then he returned to the door and unlocked the two troublesome locks.
The guests, grateful for Mrs. Sufang's charity, looked sad and wanted to rush in to check.
But Jiang Xia stopped them professionally: "This is probably the crime scene, you'd better not go in."
In fact, it would be best for the detective not to go in. However, the conclusions drawn by first graders certainly need to be tested by mature adults.
So Jiang Xia also went to take a look at the bedside, and mercifully handed a piece of melon to the group of people outside who were curiously craning their necks to look in: "The wound is on the throat. He was killed with one blow. It was very neat."
Mao Lilan glanced into the room and was so frightened by the bloody masks that she wanted to poke her eyes out: "No, wasn't he bitten to death by the mask?"
Jiang Xia actually lifted the quilt to help her check: "There are no scars on her body. The mask should be a decoration put down by someone else."
Naoko Torimaru also took the time to look into the bedroom, and saw a large mask reflecting the light from the corridor, with blood stained at the sharp corners of its mouth, lying quietly on the bed. This extremely shocking bloody scene made her breath stop, and she silently pursed her lips.
Mrs. Sufang's gentle and loving voice seemed to ring in her ears again: "Xiaobul, who made these masks, committed suicide while lying on his bed. It is said that the blood flowing from his neck dyed the snow-white sheets red, and the last 200 masks he left behind were quietly scattered around him - those snow-white smiling faces stained with blood, surrounding him, as if they had sucked his blood and bit their owner to death themselves."
(End of this chapter)
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