Chapter 2713 2725 [Murder]
In an instant, a picture of the evil girl from the girls' high school who "colluded with the 'Puppet Master of Hell' to trick Jiang Xia out and stabbed him in the back when he was caught off guard" slowly unfolded in Hashimoto Maya's mind.
Hashimoto Maya: “…” I told you, there can’t be any good person who lives with minions like Suzuki Sonoko and Conan day and night!
Conan looked at Mao Lilan, then looked at Hashimoto Maya suspiciously: "What did you just say? Speak clearly."
Hashimoto Maya took a deep breath and repeated what he had just seen verbatim - of course, the part about "always paying attention to the movements in Jiangxia's room, and thus discovered the Hell Puppet Master in time" was quietly changed by him to "wanting to admire the moon in the middle of the night, but accidentally discovered the situation outside the window."
…
At the same time, in the dark woods.
The chase continued.
The "Hell Puppet Master" held the puppet disguised as a hostage, flew forward with the help of a mechanism set up in advance, and listened attentively to the footsteps chasing him from behind.
Thinking of Jiang Xia's glorious past, he sighed: "Poor sacrifice, although you have done nothing wrong, your existence itself is a threat - no need to work hard anymore, come with me to this dark and cold altar of death."
With a low laugh, he disappeared into the bushes, then waved the silk thread in his hand and threw the specially made doll in his arms out.
"Mauri Ran" drew an arc and fell to the ground with a thud. As it fell, the ground beneath it fluctuated strangely for a moment, then returned to calm.
Diagonally above the puppet, the "Hell Puppet Master" stood in the treetops, holding his breath and reducing his presence.
Soon, through the dense branches and leaves, he saw a figure approaching anxiously, and after looking around for a moment, he ran to the fallen "Ran Maori" with a clear goal.
"Heh." The Hell Puppet Master laughed softly, with some regret in his smile, as if he was mourning the fall of a genius.
However, his hands did not stop at all. As his fingertips moved, as the detective approached, "Ran Mouri" on the ground suddenly stood up.
It was a very strange movement of getting up - without supporting herself with her hands or exerting force on her waist, "she" stood up straight from the mud at a right angle.
The detective had obviously noticed something unusual and stood there, watching the scene in surprise.
At this moment, "Ran Maori", who had her back to him, suddenly turned around, revealing an empty, pale face.
"!!" The detective leaned back in fright.
"Hell's Puppet Master" looked at this scene with a smile on his lips, feeling satisfied with the audience's reaction.
He pulled the puppet string in his hand again, and "Mouri Ran" rose into the air like a ghost and hovered beside him.
"Welcome, Mr. Detective." The "Hell Puppet Master" held up the puppet in his hand, bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Do you like it? This dark and cold altar of death under your feet."
The detective lowered his head and looked at his legs - he had just been running around chasing "Mauri Ran" and without knowing when, he had run deep into the swamp.
This soft and fine mud is a non-Newtonian fluid. It is as smooth as walking on flat ground when running quickly, but once you stop, the murderous intent is revealed - due to the delay just now, the thick mud has swallowed up the poor detective's calves, and as he struggles, the submerged part is spreading upwards at an alarming speed.
"This is the deepest swamp in the entire forest. It is impossible to dig through it with human power. Soon, you will completely disappear from this world." The "Hell Puppet Master" said helplessly, "To be honest, I admire you very much. But my intuition tells me that you may make the greatest magic of my life fail. For this reason, I can only ask you to disappear first."
This was the place he had chosen specifically; the swamp could swallow people at an alarming speed.
After saying these farewell words, I looked again and found that the detective had completely sunk into the soil, with only a small string of bubbles struggling to emerge from the surface.
The "Puppet Master of Hell" bowed over there, then took out a beautiful rose that he had carefully selected and threw it far away to where the detective sank to the bottom of the sea, offering flowers to the deceased he respected.
A bouquet of blood-red flowers lightly fell on the swamp, and the next moment, a muddy hand broke through the ground and grabbed the branch.
"?!" The "Hell Puppet Master" was startled. He stopped walking and looked over. He suddenly saw a face emerging from the swamp. The face turned for a moment and suddenly looked straight over here.
The face that emerged from the ground had no facial features and was as pale as snow, almost exactly the same as the "Mouri Ran" beside him - the thing buried in the swamp was also a puppet!
As if being splashed with a basin of ice water, the pupils of the "Hell Puppet Master" suddenly shrank, and the next moment, he saw that face "growing" a mouth in front of him.
The blank face, with only the mouth, cracked at him with a malicious smile, then it held the rose and sank again.
Looking at the ground that had returned to peace, the Hell Puppet Master was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something. He suddenly dodged behind the tree trunk. Almost at the same time, a bullet passed by, and the head of the puppet beside him exploded with a snap.
"Hell Puppet Master": "..." What's going on? Why is there a gun here? ? What on earth happened? !
“Xiaolan——!”
At this time, a voice came faintly from another direction several dozen meters away.
The "Hell Puppet Master"'s ears twitched and he recognized the voice - it was Jiang Xia calling someone.
Apparently, Tokyo's famous detective had lost the black-robed "Hell's Puppet Master" and was now anxiously searching for him in the area where he had passed by.
…Since Jiang Xia was dozens of meters away, who were the puppets that acted out a play with him, and who were the people hiding in the dark and firing shots? !
In any case, what was happening now was far beyond his expectations. Without adequate preparation, it was not advisable to stay here for long.
The "Hell Puppet Master" determined the direction of the bullet and threw the puppet in that direction. While attracting the other party's attention, he reached out and wiped his face, and the pale latex mask suddenly turned into a deep black like the night.
In the darkness of night, the "Puppet Master of Hell", dressed in black from head to toe, used his rich stage experience to find a blind spot and manipulate the device he had set up in advance. Like a ghost, he quickly disappeared from the scene.
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"My robes are completely black from behind, and there is no lighting in the woods... If the detective has poor night vision, it would be normal for him to lose me."
A wise man never avoids failure. On the way to escape, the "Hell Puppet Master" has already reflected on himself:
"But what's not normal is that I was listening to the noise behind me. It was because the footsteps chasing me were continuous that I didn't expect that the detective ran away somewhere else... Could it be that the person hiding in the dark had already anticipated my actions, so he was able to control the puppet to follow me without interruption when the detective went astray?"
(End of this chapter)
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