Led by the maid, the five people went up to the second floor. In the gloomy and empty corridor, various masks were hung everywhere.

Naoko Ieiri turned slightly and silently pointed to the green cat mask on the wall to Al.

Inside the custom-made glass frame is a green cat-faced mask that looks like the cat demon in folk tales. It emits a faint green light that makes one's scalp tingle at a glance.

Cat masks, cow masks, horse masks, human masks, ghost masks... Masks of different styles fill the entire villa. Is this why this villa is called "The Mansion Where Cursed Masks Live"?

"We're here. Please wait in the mask hall for the time being."

The maid pushed open the door of the mask room. Before everyone had time to see the layout of the mask room clearly, the door opposite opened at the same time, and Kogoro Mouri and four others who had walked into the west wing walked in.

"Huh?"

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. This room is the passage connecting the east and west rooms."

The twins bowed and said, "That's it. Please wait here for a moment. The president will be here soon. You can freely view the masks in the mask hall."

Afterwards, the twins went to make coffee for them, while the ten guests in the lobby wandered around the masked room.

What ordinary people can't see is that this masked hall is also filled with ugly-looking cursed spirits, whose levels are slightly higher than those low-level cursed spirits outside.

The whole villa is like a large cursed lair, with cursed spirits, cursed spirits and more cursed spirits everywhere.

Xia Yujie patted Al's shoulder and said, "Don't worry about these cursed spirits for now. Just take a look."

Al nodded obediently.

The sorcerer has said personally that you don't need to worry about it, so it really means you don't need to worry about it.

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets and raised his chin: "Jay, look at this."

Xia Yujie raised his eyebrows: "The Great Tengu mask? It's ten times bigger than the other masks. This is the one that will be auctioned at the charity dinner next week."

Al said to Glass beside him, "Master No. 3, look."

In the display cabinet in front of him were several masks used to cover the eyes, including beautiful butterfly masks, red ghost masks, uniquely shaped owl masks...all of them were elegant and noble, like the styles used in masquerade balls in movies.

Glass pointed at one of the butterfly masks and said, "This one is pretty nice."

Indeed, the delicate blue butterfly inlaid with beautiful diamonds is indeed very much in line with girls' aesthetic tastes.

“I like this.”

Al pointed to a mask with a white background and gold patterns.

Ieiri Naoko pondered and said, "Yes, it is, but why does it look a little familiar?"

"Is that the one?" Ran Mouri said from behind, "The one the serial killer wore in the horror movie that came out last year! I went to see it with my friends, so I had a very deep impression of it."

When she said that, Ieiri Naoko also remembered, "Indeed... the pattern is a little different, but the feeling is very similar."

Conan Edogawa said: "I know! The mask in the movie is based on the mask used by a real killer in the last century. I guess this is the reference!"

"The kid is right."

A lady with gray hair but a dignified demeanor walked in slowly and said with a gentle smile: "The mask in front of you is the one worn by the murderer Bryer when he killed people. Do you see the black spots on the side of the mask? They are bloodstains."

Mao Lilan took a half step back as if frightened. Edogawa Conan blinked and said cutely, "Grandma, are you Ms. Sufang Hongzi?"

Su Fang Hongzi smiled, "Yes. Welcome everyone, I am Su Fang Hongzi, the organizer of the charity dinner. Thank you for accepting my invitation."

As she spoke, a huge red curse spirit was coiled tightly around her body. Dozens of eyeballs on its body were spinning irregularly. The ugly curse spirit twisted its body and bared its teeth at the people around it.

The four-member high school team: "..."

Nagara Haru frowned and took a step back instinctively.

Al tilted his head without any nervousness: "Masters, the cursed spirit behind her should be the highest level here, right?"

Gojo Satoru asked curiously, "Indeed, but how did you know that?"

Al has no magical power and cannot judge the strength of the cursed spirit by feeling like a sorcerer.

Al replied: "Well, because it looks better than other cursed spirits..."

"puff."

Indeed, the higher the level, the cooler they look. The low-level cursed spirits look as casual as if they were molded out of mud. Judging the level of a cursed spirit by its appearance... well, there is indeed a certain basis for it.

Maori Kogoro said warmly: "Ms. Sufang, you are too polite. We are grateful for your invitation. Charity is a great good deed. But... why are there so many masks in your house? It looks creepy."

Su Fang Hongzi smiled and said, "It's just some hobbies that are not worthy of being displayed in public. To be honest, all the masks in this mask hall were collected by me from all over the world at a high price."

She picked up the remote control and pressed it lightly. The red cloth on the four walls of the masked hall was pulled open, revealing the scene behind the red cloth.

White mask.

Many, many white masks were neatly placed together, covering all four walls. Each mask had a similar smile on it, like a peeping Tom in the dark, showing a weird smile to the people in the mask hall.

The guests were shocked by this bizarre scene.

Su Fang Hongzi said proudly: "This is my most proud collection - Xiao Buer's mask."

Maori Kogoro asked in confusion: "Shoble's mask?"

"Schobel Candres," Al said, "is said to be a talented sculptor, but he was framed by his jealous brother and became penniless. After Chobel lost hope in human nature, he continued to carve masks as if he was cursed. After he carved the 200th mask, he committed suicide."

Everyone in the masked hall looked at the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy at the same time. Ieiri Naoko raised her eyebrows: "Al?"

Al knew why she was surprised. He shrugged and answered, "It was written in a magazine I bought before. The title of the special issue seemed to be "Introducing Famous Cursed Objects Around the World."

Ieiri Naoko smiled and said, "Wow, not bad."

Al gave her a smug smile.

Seeing that someone knew the origin of the mask, Su Fang Hongzi was even more delighted and said, "Yes, that's right. It's that Xiao Buer. When people found Xiao Buer's body, these masks were scattered around him. Each mask was stained with Xiao Buer's blood, as if 200 masks were sucking Xiao Buer's blood."

Tarot card reader Nagarahara said calmly, "I have also heard a little about Mr. Shaw's mask. I heard that Mr. Shaw's reputation was later vindicated, and the carved mask was bought by different people at high prices for collection, but strangely, most of those who owned the mask did not end well."

She pulled out a tarot card.

"The general manager of a British bank fell off his horse and died on the second day after he got the mask. A French jeweler was robbed and shot to death on the third day after he got the mask. Such incidents happened simultaneously all over the world. After that, people believed that Chobel's masks would suck the blood of the holders and called them cursed masks."

Matsudaira Mamoru was surprised: "But, Ms. Su Fang, you have collected 200 masks like this!"

Su Fang Hongzi smiled slightly and looked at the four people from the high school: "Ten years ago, I asked a powerful sorcerer to help me seal Xiao Buer's mask. He said that his seal could last for ten years. Now that the ten-year deadline is imminent, I re-contacted that gentleman, but heard that he had already passed away unexpectedly."

Maori Kogoro was surprised and asked, "What should we do?"

Su Fang Hongzi said calmly: "I was also very panicked when I first heard the news. But fortunately, the friends of the sorcerer were willing to help me. These four gentlemen and ladies are the sorcerers who came to help me reseal the mask."

Everyone looked at the four overly young boys and girls in surprise. Only the tarot card reader Nagarayoshi appeared the calmest.

Nagara Haruka said calmly, "It seems that the ominousness in this villa will be suppressed soon."

"That's right."

Sufang Hongzi took a few steps forward and, relying on her extraordinary intuition, accurately found Xia Youjie, who was in charge of external social interaction among the four people. She asked cordially, "Mr. Spellcaster, what do you think of my masks?"

As she asked this question, the red cursed spirit that was coiled around her stretched out its sticky tongue, and the malicious tongue almost licked Xia Yujie's face.

Xia Yujie took a step back calmly and said with a proper smile: "It is indeed an eye-opener. You must have put a lot of effort into collecting these 200 masks of Xiao Boer, right?"

Su Fang Hongzi said with relief: "Yes, luckily hard work pays off, and I finally collected all of Xiao Buer's masks. Then, the subsequent sealing will be in your hands. I heard that you are..."

Xia Yujie understood and said, "Level 1."

"Yes, it is my honor to invite you!" Su Fang Hongzi said sincerely: "On the day of the charity dinner, I would like to ask you to attend and complete the new sealing ceremony at the dinner."

The high school students were stunned, and Gojo Satoru said unhappily, "Isn't it today?"

"No, no, no." Su Fang Hongzi denied, "This is the most precious masterpiece at the charity dinner. Only if a few people seal it in person at the auction will the buyers feel truly assured. I have already contacted reporters from several newspapers. Everything is ready. We are just waiting for a few sorcerers to show their skills at the banquet."

“…”

After a while, Xia Yujie gave a distant but polite smile, neither saying yes nor no.

The adults looked at each other, all confused. Maori Kogoro whispered to his two children, "What is a sorcerer?"

Mao Lilan shook her head in confusion.

Conan Edogawa did not answer the question. He pulled Maori Kogoro's clothes and quietly reminded him of another thing: "Uncle, letter!"

Maori Kogoro slapped his head and quickly reached into his pocket: "By the way, speaking of the Cursed Mask... We received such a letter on the way here."

Kogoro Mori took out a letter and handed it to Hongzi Sufang.

——Please do not support Sufang Hongzi's charity dinner. Regards, Cursed Mask.

"Huh?" Matsudaira Mamoru quickly took out the same letter from his pocket: "I received the same letter, too!"

Photographer Maki Katagiri said: "What a coincidence, me too. This letter was sent to my studio the day before yesterday."

Upon hearing this, Nagara Haru also took out a similar letter and said, "I have one here, too."

Ieiri Naoko slowly took out the letter: "This one? We have one too. We picked it up on the way here."

Everyone looked at each other, vaguely realizing the seriousness of the matter.

All the guests who accepted the invitation to the charity gala received the same suspicious letter! This is definitely not some ordinary prank!

Sufang Hongzi took the letter from Maori Kogoro, unfolded it and looked at it, then showed a contemptuous smile.

"Don't worry about it. I've received letters and phone calls like this almost every month since I started doing charity work."

The cursed spirit behind her chuckled, opened its dark mouth, and bit Su Fang Hongzi's head. Like a naughty child, it gnawed Su Fang Hongzi's head with its teeth, as if it would bite her head to pieces at any time.

Su Fang Hongzi hissed.

The maids hurriedly asked, "Boss, do you have a headache again?"

Mao Lilan asked with concern: "Ms. Su Fang, are you okay?"

"Well... it's okay." Su Fang Hongzi rubbed her head and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. Maybe it's because I'm getting older. My headaches have become more and more serious in recent years, and taking medicine is useless. To be honest, in the past few years, my headaches have become so serious that I have to take sleeping pills to fall asleep."

"Is that so?" Maori Kogoro asked, "Have you been to the hospital for a checkup?"

"I went there, but the doctor said it was nothing serious."

...Of course, we couldn't find any serious problems.

The reason why Sufang Hongzi had a headache was entirely caused by the curse spirit behind her.

Al looked at his several owners, and seeing that none of them had any intention of speaking, he stood silently in the crowd.

Sufang Hongzi chatted with the other guests for a few more words, and then invited everyone to move to the restaurant in the east wing for dinner.

Gojo Satoru patted Al's head and said, "Now you understand, Al?"

"I understand." Al said, "We are just tools to enhance the value of the collection. But why did Mr. Night Moth agree to this?"

Ieiri Shoko said, "The sorcerer who sealed the mask ten years ago was actually a friend of Mr. Yega. That friend died in a battle against a sorcerer, and Mr. Yega asked us to do this job for the sake of his old friend."

What she didn't say was that Mr. Nightmoth's original words were "If you spend one less day in school, the school will save a lot of money on repairs" and "It's good to meet different people."

Now think about it, this phrase "people with different perspectives" actually has a lot of profound meaning.

Al asked, "What about Chobel's mask?"

"They are indeed cursed objects," Gojo Satoru said. "It is also true that the seals have loosened, and they do need to be resealed. Did you see these cursed spirits in the villa? I guess they were attracted by the aura of the loosened seals."

Al looked at Getsuko Suguru, who was walking in front and was obviously in a bad mood. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and patted Getsuko's shoulder.

"Master."

"……Um?"

"At least her charity activities are genuine. If it weren't for Sufang Hongzi, those children who lost their parents in car accidents would have a harder time."

Xia Yujie paused and reached out to touch Al's head.

"I know."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, "So didn't I tell you long ago that you shouldn't have too high expectations of the so-called great good man..."

Ieiri Naoko calmly elbowed him and said, "Stop talking."

After everyone entered the restaurant, they saw two more people. One was Sufang Hongzi's secretary, and the other was Sufang Hongzi's adopted son, Aichuan Fuyuya.

Al blinked.

"He's the guy who shot a magazine cover with Atong before."

The stylishly dressed handsome man Aichuan Fuyuya immediately looked over and said, "Hahaha, you're right. I did work with Ms. Atong on a magazine cover last month. Let me introduce myself. My name is Aichuan Fuyuya, and I'm a rocker."

Sufang Hongzi smiled fondly and said, "I thought you weren't coming, Fuyuya."

"How could that be? It's Aunt Su Fang's charity dinner, I have to do my part no matter what."

They sat down and started eating. After a while, the home run king asked curiously, "Speaking of which, Ms. Su Fang, what was the motivation for you to do charity?"

Su Fang Hongzi put down her fork and sighed, "Ten years ago, a tragedy happened near here. A driver hit a woman to death in the snow, and in extreme fear, he drove away, missing the opportunity to rescue the injured. The woman died that night, and not long after, the perpetrator hanged himself at home because of guilt."

She said sadly: "This woman is my best friend and Touya's mother. Since then, I have always been involuntarily paying attention to tragedies related to car accidents, and naturally started charity work."

Aichuan Dongya smiled faintly: "Over the years, Aunt Sufang has helped many children who lost their parents in car accidents, including me. If there was no Aunt Sufang, there would be no Aichuan Dongya today."

Su Fang Hongzi shook her head, "You kid..."

The guests praised Su Fang Hongzi's kindness. The cursed spirit that was lingering on Su Fang Hongzi kept giggling in such a harmonious atmosphere, making people feel numb.

The four members of the high school group all vaguely sensed something unusual.

After nightfall, the door of the masked hall was closed, the east wing was separated from the west wing, and four high school students gathered in the same room, but none of them wanted to sleep.

Ieiri Naoko said, "Who can sleep in a house filled with cursed spirits?"

Gojo Satoru said unhappily, "Let's seal Xiao Buer's mask tonight, how about that?"

Xia Yujie, who had been in a trance, came back to his senses and asked, "Tonight?"

"Yes." Gojo Satoru said disdainfully, "You don't really want to perform magic tricks at her charity dinner, do you?"

Ieiri Naoko shook her head decisively: "I don't want to."

Al also said, "No."

Xia Yujie sighed.

"I don't want to either. If she came to us just to seal the mask, she could have sealed it at any time. Why did she have to schedule the sealing ceremony at the charity dinner next week..."

He shook his head and didn't finish his sentence.

Al supported his head and said, "I agree with No. 2's suggestion. After all, the mission that Mr. Night Moth gave us is just to seal the mask, right? Then we just need to complete our mission. As for whether the charity dinner is well presented...what does it have to do with us? Anyway, our sealing mission has been completed."

"...You're right." Xia Yujie sighed, "Let's secretly seal Xiao Buer's mask tonight and return to school early tomorrow morning."

Gojo Satoru whistled, "That's right. As for the charity dinner next week, let her sit on it. She wants me to perform a ritual for her in public, but how can she be so proud?"

Ieiri Naoko shrugged. "I have no opinion. Or rather, I'm happy to avoid making the trip."

Seeing that they had reached a consensus, Al said, "Then I will secretly go get the key to the Mask Hall."

Five minutes later, the four high school students stealthily opened the door of the masked hall.

The masks that were hanging on the wall before they left became crooked, and some of them fell to the ground. It was the cursed spirits in the mask hall who did it.

Al crushed a cursed spirit to death.

Xia Yujie stretched out his hand, skillfully grabbed a cursed spirit, extracted the cursed spirit's cursed power core, rolled the cursed spirit into a cursed spirit ball and put it in his pocket.

"Leave all the Level 3 ones to me."

Although level three is not good, but a mosquito is still meat!

Al didn't know how to seal cursed objects, so he just rolled cursed spirit balls on the side. His method of distinguishing third and fourth level cursed spirits was quite simple and crude. He would roll the good-looking ones into balls, and kill the ugly ones directly.

The three high school sorcerers each picked up a mask and sealed it using the same basic sealing method. It wasn't difficult, but since there were so many masks, the workload was still quite heavy.

About half an hour later, the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole of the door of the east compartment was heard. The four people looked at each other and quickly put their masks back in place.

The person who walked in was Aikawa Fuyuya.

He walked into the empty mask hall and stood alone for a long time before walking forward and taking down the 200 Chobel masks on the wall one by one and putting them into the sack he had brought with him.

Xia Yujie was puzzled and asked, "What is he going to do?"

Gojo Satoru pursed his face, "...Well, you can't be trying to steal his foster mother's collection and sell it, right?"

Ieiri Naoko frowned slightly, "Not really. Aikawa Touya is a very popular rock singer these days, so he's not short of money."

"Glass, your attitude is weird, are you trying to protect the handsome guy?"

"Enlightenment, see through but don't speak out."

"...Do you want to die?"

Al interrupted their daily bickering and asked, "Masters, do you want to go over and take a look?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Go. Let him take the mask. Let's seal the air."

The four people hid in the body of Shell Puff. Taking advantage of the fact that ordinary people couldn't see it, the Puff Curse Spirit swaggered past Aikawa Touya and moved to the east wing. Ten minutes later, Aikawa Touya, who had taken off the mask, came out dragging a sack, locked the door of the east wing, and hung the key back in the restaurant.

He was obviously very familiar with the villa.

"What is he doing in the room next to Sufang Hongzi?"

"have no idea……"

With a clang, Aichuan Fuyuya lay on the door connecting the two rooms and threw a knife into Sufang Hongzi's room. He had a long fishing line in his hand. The four people saw him passing Xiao Buer's masks through the fishing line and throwing them into Sufang Hongzi's room one by one.

Ieiri Naoko wondered, "Why is Suho Hongzi sleeping so soundly?"

Al thought for a moment and said, "Before dinner, Su Fang Hongzi said that she had chronic headaches and had to take sleeping pills to fall asleep."

Ieiri Naoko suddenly realized: "I remember now."

They watched helplessly as Ai Kawana Touya threw all 200 masks into Sufang Hongzi's room. He pulled the fishing line hard, and all the masks were strung together in a row. The thickness of the 200 masks stacked together was directly approaching Sufang Hongzi who was sleeping.

At the top of the mask is the sharp knife that was put in at the beginning.

Seeing that Aichuan Fuyuya was about to take Sufang Hongzi's life with a light push, Xia Yujie said, "Stop, Mr. Aichuan."

Aichuan Dongya was shocked.

"you--?!"

“Tsk.” Gojo Satoru made a gesture to silence him. “You don’t want others to find out that you’re killing someone, do you? If you kill her now, this guy…”

He pointed at Geto Xiayou and said, "I will definitely call the police for Sufang Hongzi."

Aichuan Fuyuya: "..."

He was silent for a long time, then smiled helplessly and said, "It seems that I still can't get revenge in the end."

…

West wing room.

In the high school students' room.

Gojo Satoru understood and said, "You wrote that letter, right?"

Aichuan Fuyuya nodded and said with a wry smile: "Yes. I advised you not to support the charity gala because most of the income from the charity gala will be swallowed up by her, and everyone's money will not be sent to the people who really need help. It's meaningless."

“…”

The high school students didn't seem particularly surprised when they heard this.

Xia Yujie turned his head and sighed in disappointment. Al patted his shoulder and whispered, "Master, don't let scumbags ruin your mood. They don't deserve it."

“…Yeah, I know.”

Gojo Satoru asked again: "So, what did you mean by revenge?"

"...You all heard about my mother's story at the dinner table, right? But in fact, my mother didn't drive out on the night of the car accident. That day was my birthday, and my mother and I were celebrating my birthday at home. How could she drive into the snow and kill someone?"

The family member was stunned, "Then..."

Aichuan Dongya sneered: "That's right. The person who hit and killed someone was actually Sufang Hongzi herself. My mother was a maid working in her villa and had always had a good relationship with her. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that she would actually blame my mother for the hit and kill someone and force her to commit suicide! I can't forgive Sufang Hongzi!"

The high school students were silent.

Aichuan Dongya waited for a while, but they didn't say anything. He smiled a little surprised and said, "You guys don't even want to persuade me to stop?"

In silence, Al calmly made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Don't advise others to be kind without experiencing their suffering. If you want to kill me, then -"

Xia Youjie pressed down his ahoge and Al immediately went silent.

"Mr. Lanchuan, it's understandable that you want revenge, but that kind of person is not worth sacrificing your life for."

Ieiri Naoko crossed her arms and said, "I agree. Didn't you say in the magazine that you like rock music? If you kill someone, you will spend the rest of your life in prison. What about your rock music? Would your mother want you to ruin your life?"

"I know everything you said." Aichuan Fuyuya murmured, "I know everything, but I just can't accept it."

“…”

Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand and asked him, "Well, do you have any evidence to prove your family's innocence?"

Aichuan Fuyuya was stunned. "There is a diary that my mother wrote before she committed suicide, but... the diary should not be able to serve as evidence."

Xia Yujie frowned and said, "The car accident happened ten years ago. It is almost impossible to find other evidence..."

Al raised his hand and said, "It's not necessary to find evidence."

Everyone in the room turned to look at him at the same time.

Al said calmly: "Actually, I have an idea."

Aichuan Fuyuya said: "...What idea?"

Al Chuuji said with great confidence: "I would like to call it - the super-standard charity dinner of Ju-Jou F3! Accept the gift from the vengeful spirits!"

High school students: “…”

Shameful!!!