Chapter 107 Past Events in a Foreign Country More than

10,000 kilometers away.

Finally relieved from the flight of more than ten hours, walking out of the parking hall, the group took a deep breath in unison.

"The air feels so fresh!" Yoshida Ayumi, who had been listless on the plane, instantly adjusted her mood. She looked around, her eyes sparkling because of the completely different architectural style from Tokyo, and said to the girl next to her, "But it's really cold, thanks to Xiao Ai for reminding everyone to bring more clothes." The

thanked brown-haired girl just nodded slightly in response, turned her head to look at the busy traffic outside the airport, and her face showed a nostalgic color that didn't match her age.

"Have you been here?" Conan Edogawa asked quietly while walking beside Haibara Ai.

The person being asked did not answer, but took a deep breath slowly, as if trying to savor something from the sky that he had not seen for a long time.

Kogoro Mouri and Asari Tsukiyama were taking a ride outside the airport. After being rejected by countless cars, they finally found two that were willing to take them there. As the only two laborers, they took on the responsibility of carrying the suitcases.

When all the suitcases were put into the trunk, the excited young detective team had already gotten into the back seat, sticking their heads out and calling for the others to get in quickly.

The boy, who thought he would not get a reply, was about to follow Ran Mouri to the car behind, but a sound of being blown away by the wind came from behind.

"......My home used to be here."

The girl said this, tucking her brown hair behind her ears. She ignored the other person's surprised expression, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat.

A city that seemed to have not changed at all compared to the past. The scenery on the roadside finally changed as the car moved forward, bringing a strange sense of separation. The faint smell of smoke came from the driver's seat, which made the girl suddenly recall that she once complained about the smell of blood and smoke in the passenger seat. The man put out the cigarette in his hand and opened the car window to wash away the strange smell.

"Ai! Let's play a guessing game." The cheerful childish voice with a smile diluted the memories. Ai Haibara turned around to look at the three chattering children and smiled gently.

Compared to the car full of children in front, the car behind was much quieter. The only girl, Ran Mouri, was sitting in the passenger seat. When she turned around, she saw her father and brother sleeping in the back seat in black down jackets. The little boy was held in the arms of Tsukiyama Asari as a cushion. At first, he showed a helpless expression, but in the end, he couldn't stand the sleepiness and couldn't help but tilt his head to sleep in the man's arms. Ran Mouri

took a photo with a smile in her eyes.

Coming out of the airport, passing the bustling commercial street, and then drove into a desolate place.

I don't know how long we drove, but it was already evening when we finally arrived at the lifeless villa. Yueshan Chao went in with his black hair messy with sleep and took the last piece of luggage out of the trunk. He paid the fare, but before he could take out the extra tip from his wallet, the local driver with messy blond hair turned the steering wheel and ran away as if he had seen a ghost.

Choked by the exhaust gas of the car, the black-haired man frowned and sneezed several times because of the dust. When he opened his eyes again, he only saw the rear ends of two cars fleeing in panic, as if this villa was a monster waiting to eat people.

The excitement of the others was dampened by the strange behavior of the two drivers and the overly scary old house in front of them. Yoshida Ayumi took a few steps back and pulled Haibara Ai's sleeve.

Tsukiyama walked inward to the side of the timid Mao Lilan, watching the little detective subconsciously put the high school girl who was much taller than him behind him.

The tall iron door with a layer of rust stood in front of the few people. Even the vines attached to it were a grayish color with a mixture of dark red and dark green, and it was coated with a layer of gray, as if it had grown together with this door that could suck people in.

"You don't look afraid at all." When Conan Edogawa turned around, he saw Huibara Ai looking at the old house with a thoughtful expression, "Have you been here before?"

"No, but I'm not unfamiliar with it." The brown-haired girl smiled, "As a dangerous person excluded by classmates, this famous haunted house is what they call my home."

What? It turns out that the guy's previous words 'my home used to be here' refer to those malicious attacks.

The little detective naturally connected the girl's words with the one he said not long ago, and opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, and the atmosphere became dull for a while.

"What the hell is this place..."

As Maori Kogoro muttered, a cold wind came from somewhere, blowing the vines that covered the entire villa. In the darkness, the walls seemed to come alive, as if there were evil spirits trying to struggle and get out from inside.

The wind blew through the dead trees, branches, and shaky ruins, pulling them into strange shapes, and reaching everyone's ears, it sounded like a few distant sobs.

The group shuddered at the same time, and even Edogawa Conan's eyes widened, and his pupils flickered twice.

Tsukiyama Asari is probably the only calm person in the room. It's not that he's brave, but the bullet screen in front of him is too noisy, completely destroying the terrifying atmosphere around him.

[#Tsukiyama Asari and Edogawa Conan sleeping in all directions##Close-up of messy hair#Let's see the angry cats! I automatically imagined a big and small cat sleeping together and getting angry at the same time]

[Demons and ghosts, please go away~~Demons and ghosts, please go away~~ (Dad's ringtone.jpg)]

[Foreign countries, haunted villas, old fire cases!! Great! All the elements are complete, there are so many horror copies!

[Hahahaha, in this picture, Asari is like the only relative who is not afraid when playing a horror script, standing alone in front with a group of little tails behind him #Tsukiyama Asari hiding behind a group of children#] Well

... it seems that I am really the only young laborer.

From the comics, it is easy to see that everyone except the two fake children has a look of fear on their faces. I feel my shoulders sinking for some reason, and I am urged by an invisible burden. Now the only reliable adult, Tsukiyama Asari, can only comfort the three children who have been pulling his clothes, and walk forward by himself.

It was dark early, and the tall walls and iron gates cast even darker shadows, completely engulfing the man who walked alone.

The black-haired man used his hands to pull away the lifeless vines, and his hands were covered with dust. Only then did he find the chain that tied the iron door and the lock in the middle. It

was easily opened, but the vines in other places had to be pulled down with great force. It seemed that this door had been opened many times recently.

"Is there no one in there?" Ayumi Yoshida was so nervous that her whole body straightened up when she saw the black-haired big brother coming forward to fiddle with the door lock a few meters behind her. The two boys who were usually very noisy were so shocked by this villa that they didn't say anything. Finally, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked around and said, "How about... look for the doorbell? Maybe someone is in there..."

"Is that it?"

Following the slightly trembling voice of Mao Lilan, Tsukiyama Chaoli cast his eyes to the right side above his head, where a bell-shaped object was hanging, with a thin line hanging from the side, and a buckle at the bottom.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the buckle, and a hoarse bell sound came out, turning into a shrill ghost howl.

Edogawa Conan showed a sour expression.

What's going on... That guy named Hanedani Muneyuki actually let them come directly to this place. Is he going to let them climb in directly?

"I think we should go back. It's better to find a place to live than to stay here. I thought there would be fine foreign wine to drink."

Kogoro Mouri complained. When he rang the doorbell, there was no movement inside. He walked forward and looked around, only to see a large group of black shadows. Before he could say anything else, the sound of a car rang behind him, and a car that looked very valuable stopped behind them.

Looking at the old man in his 50s or 60s in the driver's seat, wearing a black suit, with a straight back and two mustaches, his dress and behavior were all consistent with the word "butler". He bowed and apologized to several people with an apologetic look on his face, "I'm so sorry. I was delayed on the road due to some accidents. I kept you waiting for a long time."

"Some accidents? That's a nice way to put it." A female voice with a long drawl came from the back. A curly-haired woman who was still wearing a red dress in late autumn and only wrapped in a plush coat got out of the passenger seat with a sarcastic smile on her face, "It's just that those two people started fighting in the back seat, which made it impossible for the vehicle to continue driving."

"Huh? It was obviously that guy who started it first."

"I'm so sorry, I can't control my hands when I see your face."

Two more people got off the car, their faces were all bruised, it looked like they had been in a fierce fight and had wasted a lot of time on the road.

The aggressive man had a band-aid on his nose, waving his fist, looking ready to punch the other person at any time. His already ugly face became even worse when he saw the people in front of him, his face was very long, "Hey, what's wrong with you guys? A tour group? This is not the place to come."

"......This uncle is so fierce." Kojima Genta whispered.

"Please don't be like this, Master Longyi, these are distinguished guests who were invited." The expression on the butler's face was very embarrassed. He just raised his voice and turned back to stop him. Knowing that the other party could not hear him at all, the old man's face showed even more apology. "I'm sorry, you must have been waiting for a long time. I will open the door right away."

He took out a bunch of keys from his waist, and took out a portable flashlight from the trunk, and walked towards the door. "Excuse me, sir..."

Yueshan, who had been wrapped in dark darkness, turned his head inward. The light pink eyes were illuminated by the dazzling white light into a kind of light, glass-like beads. The pink was completely covered by the darkness. At first glance, it looked like a bright gray.

Ding—

the metal key slipped from the butler's hand, hitting the stone pavement and bouncing back, making a series of sounds, and then the subtle sounds were blown away by the whistling wind, leaving only the first sound like a bell that struck everyone's heart.

The key rolled to the feet of the black-haired man, who subconsciously squatted down to pick up the key, raised his head and handed it to the butler who was leaning down. The lower half of the man's face was completely wrapped in darkness, and the flashlight shone on his eyes. The upturned peach blossom eyes and dense eyelashes were illuminated by the light, but the shadows cast under his eyes were even darker.

The well-defined facial lines with an adult temperament were completely blurred by the darkness, and looking at the only clear eyes, it was hard to tell whether it was an adult or a child.

"Old sir?"

After holding the key for a long time without the other party taking it, Yueshan Chaoli asked in a somewhat puzzled voice, and pushed the key in his hand forward a little. This action seemed to touch a nerve of the other party. The butler shuddered and took two steps back, and the flashlight in his hand shook several times.

The flashing light finally illuminated the man's entire face.

"...... Sorry, I was so rude just now." The old man finally softened his expression, put on a very forced smile, and took the key from the other party. "Thank you."

Edogawa Conan noticed the sweat on the man's forehead and the uncontrollable trembling of his hands. Before he could express his curiosity and doubts, he turned around and saw that his brother, who was just looked at like a devil by the butler, suddenly changed his face. The

black-haired man's pupils quickly shrank, as if he saw something, but he quickly retracted this expression. No one around noticed anything unusual. The

young detective's expression sank. He looked in the direction that Tsukiyama had just looked in and saw the butler's hands wrapped in white gloves.

[Main plot!!! It's the main plot! I thought it was an everyday case, the main storyline is so complicated]

[srds, in fact, after the "arson case thirty-one years ago" comes out, it can be confirmed that it is the main storyline, fast forward to the recognition of brothers/uncle and nephew! (Q version Touzi likes.jpg)]

[It appeared! Only the butler showed this expression when he saw Asari, did he know something? Ahhh, the butler's expression scared me]

[Lying on the bed, the whole person shuddered, and quickly struggled to turn on the light, scared to death... comparable to the director of the library]

[The last person who broke down when seeing Asari was that Nisui human trafficker, this butler would not have been involved, right? Maybe it was here thirty-one years ago, so is Jundu's surname Yutani now?]

[This Ai-chan should know, right? But why is Asari looking like this? #Tsukiyama Asari's eyes close-up# Did you see anything?]

Tsukiyama Asari with some difficulty turned his eyes away from the forum and the comics and closed the system interface, deciding not to do both.

The butler's expression was at most terrified, but it became terrifying when it was drawn in the comics. The large black area and the eyes that were widened beyond the normal range were indeed very scary. He was so scared that he immediately looked away as soon as he moved his eyes to it, and ended up being in the close-up comics, which led to a lot of speculation.

"My name is Fangchuan." Butler Fangchuan had recovered from his shock and opened the rusty door in front of him with a sullen face. The loud noise when he pushed the door open scared away several birds resting on the dead branches. The stretched black wings quickly reminded people of a bird that symbolizes bad luck.

On the way through the dilapidated garden, Butler Fangchuan introduced, "This used to be a garden. The late Mr. Yutani placed many statues here." There

were indeed several black shadows standing out around, and he couldn't see what they were. Edogawa Conan squinted his eyes and looked around, and found that the branches and leaves of the dead trees around the black shadows representing the statues were more luxuriant than other places.

"I really don't understand why we were called to this damn place in the middle of the night just for this group of people." The woman in the red dress deliberately stepped harder on her high heels, making a crisp sound on the bluestone slabs. She looked up at the two men with sullen faces behind her, then raised half an eyebrow, "I say, you found these people, Yoshiichi."

"I don't have time to find these guys! Didn't you find those detectives before?!" Saiji Yoshiichi retorted with a frown, and because of this sentence, he let out a few heavy gasps from his throat. "Besides, who would want to go back to this unlucky place? I think it's that money-hungry guy, Ryuichi... Hey, aren't you in urgent need of a large sum of money to pay off your gambling debts?"

"You guy!"

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, housekeeper Fangchuan hurriedly stepped forward to stop the two, and after talking for a long time, he invited them all upstairs.

"What a bunch of young masters and young ladies."

"Dad!" Because Kogoro Mouri didn't suppress his complaints at all, Ran Mouri quickly turned around and interrupted him. When the housekeeper looked over, she smiled apologetically and brought up another topic, "Sorry... but it's magical that there are still rooms here that can be lived in."

A group of people were standing in the hall. The villa was full of traces left by the fire, broken handrails and stairs, charred marks on the front, tattered carpets stretching far away, and the lighting fixtures above the head had fallen off a long time ago, but it was unexpectedly clean, and someone must have carefully swept the dust.

"This is because many guests have come one after another, and we need to prepare rooms for them." Butler Fangchuan explained, "The young master and the young lady often ask detectives to look for the treasures left by the old man, and I will come back often to clean here... It's already very late, we will discuss other things in detail tomorrow, please follow me."

He took out several long-handled containers from the cabinet, asked several people to hold the long handles with metal carvings, and then lit the white wax fixed on the middle round tray one by one. The dark orange flame immediately illuminated a small area of ​​darkness, and several children sighed in a low voice because of this uncommon lighting method.

"It feels like a real treasure hunt."

"The switch is completely damaged, and we can only use candles for lighting." The old man in a butler's uniform smiled kindly at the children and walked towards the stairs first. "This is a rare experience. Please allow me to take you to the room."

The candles only illuminated a small entrance to the corridor. Because of the darkness, the corridor seemed to have no end, extending infinitely forward. The walls of the corridor were decorated with some strange decorations and even deer bones. Although they had been wiped very hard, they were still half blackened by the fire thirty-one years ago.

"Grandpa! Why is this place covered by a black veil?"

Feeling that Ran Mouri, who had been pulling his sleeve tightly, was frightened by the boy's sudden voice, Tsukiyama moved the candle in his hand a little towards the girl, illuminating her surroundings more brightly, and then slightly turned aside to let her walk into the triangle area formed by himself, Kogoro Mouri, and Professor Agasa.

There were other children who had been silent since they stepped into the corridor.

Edogawa Conan was obviously not frightened by this scene. He got out of the safe zone in a few steps, ran up, grabbed the thick black veil in front of him, and looked up to ask.

Next to the elk skull was a dark gauze, covering the entire wall behind it, as if to block something dirty, with a dead feeling of depression and mourning.

"This...originally contained the old man's portrait, but after the old man passed away, the portrait was burned, and the black gauze was used to cover the place where the portrait was originally as a memorial."

"Is there nothing underneath?" Edogawa Conan asked, and got the answer, "Yes, there should be only the burnt wall left."

However, judging from the folds of the black gauze now, there is obviously something inside, and it is not thick, so it does not look obvious, and the others did not notice it.

This outline and thickness... is like a picture frame.

"Okay, let's go..."

"Fire!"

The girl's scream interrupted the old man's unfinished words.

The wind in the corridor blew up the layers of black gauze, licking the blazing flames above the candles. Instantly, the fire exploded, engulfing the black gauze. The flames illuminated everyone's face, and it was so strong that no one had any time to react.

For some reason, the middle layer burned faster than other layers, and it turned into ashes and debris first, revealing the picture frame and reflective glass surface that had been re-burned by the fire.

There was a portrait behind it.

A carefully framed portrait suddenly appeared on the wall that was supposed to be empty. The dark black frame with traces of being eaten by flames was embedded on the wall. The face that once appeared on the front page of the newspaper was painted on the picture with paint, with a warm smile. A small mistake in painting caused a crack on his face. Further down...

this philanthropist was holding a boy dressed in European style. The well-behaved black overalls and shirt made him look like a real young master. The place where the eyes should have been painted was cruelly torn off, leaving only the empty inner wall of the frame at the back.

From the broken edge, it can be vaguely seen that the child has black hair and is looking forward.

A gust of wind came in from the broken window, swept across the frame, and made the torn black veil ripple like water waves. The raging fire danced more wildly, like evil spirits reveling with the witches in ancient rituals.

Between the slightly undulating black veil and the swaying flames, the light and shadow flickered. The boy who had lost most of his face seemed to raise his overly red lips and smiled at several people.

The only reliable adult Asari (followed by a group of children): If you don't understand, just ask. Why do I have to bring children to the haunted house dungeon?

003: It's probably your constant painting style.

About why I didn't sleep well for more than ten hours on the plane:

Asari: Because I was too happy to persecute someone and laughed for a long time, I didn't sleep well.

Conan next to him (saw his brother staring at the phone screen and smiled sweetly):......?

Extra update: 3-21, there is only 1 left to finish, and the long review and extra update will be closed on May 2~ (actually considering whether to close it, I want to keep it forever, but I'm afraid I can't finish it qaq)

Me before writing the haunted house dungeon: rubbing my hair in front of the literature while writing the thesis.

Small theater: Still with Taozi @子木桃

Last night -

Taotao: Let's write together tomorrow!

Me: OK! (Thinking: I’ll come back after I finish the nucleic acid test at 9 o’clock and code together)

Taotao: Get up at 7:30!

Me: ... what!!!

Taotao: 8 o’clock!

Me: Then I will supervise you writing in your sleep (quit sadly)

In the end, I got up at 8 o'clock because of the nucleic acid test. I hope there will be no more stuck text