Chapter 108 Past Events in a Foreign Country

The screams that came one after another brought a strong feeling of suffocation.

Physical suffocation.

The old man who was frightened and struggled backwards was helped up by Tsukiyama Chaoli when he was about to fall. At the same time, the hem of his clothes was pulled by at least six hands, and the huge pulling force almost pulled him down.

"Ahem..." Because of the actions of the others behind him, his neck was severely strangled by the high collar of the sweater. The black-haired man tore open the collar with one hand to free his fragile neck, and protected the person behind him with the other hand, whispering to comfort, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a portrait, I'm here... Mr. Maori, why don't you pull it somewhere else." He was

about to be strangled to death.

He finally understood what the forum said about [the only relative who is not afraid of killing in a horror script] meant.

Although Conan Edogawa, who was at the front, calmed down after the initial shock, he immediately fell into deep thought. Only Tsukiyama Asari was left supporting the butler Boukawa, and the clothes behind him were tightly grabbed by a group of people, as if they wanted to hide everything behind him.

"But the one above... that brother was just laughing..." Yoshida Ayumi trembled.

"It's okay, it's really just a portrait." After Kogoro Mouri calmed down and loosened the clothes on his back, he was finally able to free his throat without pulling open his collar, and his movements were much more relaxed than before. He first rubbed the heads of the four children, and even Haibara Ai, who was holding back and not showing much fear, had her brown hair slightly ruffled.

After comforting them one by one, the man patted Mao Lilan's shoulder, stretched out his hand to the portrait, and touched it up and down. "Look, nothing's wrong. It's just that the flames were shaking too much just now, and it looked like the person inside moved."

The children pulled their clothes and poked their heads out. After carefully looking at the portrait, they confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it. Their tense bodies finally relaxed. Yoshida Ayumi wiped her tears and refused to let go of the hand that was holding Tsukiyama back inside.

"If you're scared, just hide behind me." He endured the discomfort brought by the clothes being pulled tightly and whispered to comfort her, while Mao Li Kogoro, who had already calmed down, grabbed the butler who was still shaking.

"What's going on? Didn't they say there was only a wall behind?"

"I... I don't know." Butler Fangchuan's tongue was tied up because of fear. Sweat soaked the old man's butler uniform and even his wrinkled face. "I took down the old man's portrait myself... Yesterday, I came here... I changed this black gauze and wiped the wall below..."

"So someone took out the old man's portrait and hung it up again?"

"No! This is not the old master's... It's the young master's. I have kept it in the storage room for a long time. How... How could it be..."

Yueshan paused, turned his head and looked at the butler who was almost speechless. As if to make the light in front of him brighter, he raised the candle in his hand and said meaningfully, "Young master?"

The old man looked at him, and only through the swaying candle could he see the pair of fully opened peach blossom eyes. The fire reflected in the pupils weakened the original color of the eyes. From this angle, the lower half of his face seemed to be engulfed in the flames of the candle.

Butler Fangchuan turned his head away suddenly.

"No, nothing. Just a child adopted by the old man..."

"I saw it in the newspaper!" Edogawa Conan interrupted at this time, his voice full of a child's innocence, "This Mr. Yutani would take terminally ill children from the welfare home and adopt them, and take care of them until they passed away. He is such a kind uncle."

The newspapers' evaluation of this philanthropist always cannot avoid the word "kind-hearted". He would adopt children with terminal illnesses that the orphanage was unable to take care of, but the children's physical illnesses would always cause them to die within two years.

"Yes, the old man would visit the children in the orphanage every year. I have taken care of many young ladies and masters, but I only let them enjoy the happiness of childhood before they were taken away by illness." The old man sighed, "I really hope there will be no disease and pain in this world... Well, let's go, it's too late today, go to rest first."

"He too?" Edogawa Conan made up his mind to get to the bottom of it, and when the butler cast a puzzled look, he added, "He died of illness."

"No..."

After that, no matter how much he asked, Butler Fangchuan no longer uttered any useful words. Edogawa Conan could only take a closer look at the portrait again under the urging of others.

Familiar... I always feel a little familiar, the outline of that small half of the face and the shape of the lips are familiar.

The painter seemed to have added large chunks of paint to highlight how rosy the child's lips were, which makes people doubt the authenticity of the painting. The dry, thick colors superimposed on the center of the lips look like thick blood.

"Conan, hurry up and follow me."

The little boy hurried over and held Ran Maori's hand. Ran whispered, "Why are you looking at me for so long? Aren't you scared? I always feel that the child looks familiar... It's scary."

"Hey? Does Xiaolan feel familiar too?" Hearing this, Yoshida Ayumi, who had been pulling Tsukiyama to the clothes, also turned around and agreed, "I feel familiar too..."

"Me too!" Kojima Genta and Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko added, and even Haibara Ai on the side nodded slowly after a moment of silence.

Even Maori Kogoro expressed some agreement.

Edogawa Conan frowned.

He just thought that he might have seen this photo while reading newspapers and the details of the investigation of this arson case, so he felt familiar with it. But now, except for Tsukiyama Asari, who was walking in front of the housekeeper and did not notice the movement behind him, everyone said that the boy in the painting looked familiar.

This means that everyone has seen a child, and they have seen him recently... But where?

Even after entering the guest room on the third floor, the young detective still had no clue. He frowned and ruffled his black hair, and ran to ask Tsukiyama Asari, who had been silent just now, "Brother Asari, does the portrait look familiar to you?"

"Looks familiar... but I can't be sure." The black-haired man uttered an ambiguous word, and then he and the butler took out the sheets and bedding from the closet and changed the subject. "There are only two guest rooms, so how to allocate them is a problem." The guest

rooms are one large and one small. In order to deal with emergencies, it is best for the two adult fighters, Tsukiyama Asari and Mori Kogoro, to be divided into two places. After everyone discussed it, they finally decided that Mori Kogoro and Dr. Agasa would live in the room next door which was very small and could only fit mattresses, leaving the bedroom for the children and girls.

When they went to the next room, Dr. Agasa asked with some concern, "Asari, why don't I stay here? You didn't get much rest on the plane before."

"It's okay. In fact, I slept for a long time in the car."

He smiled and sent the two of them out. Then he spread the bedding on the floor. The only big bed was given by several boys to three girls including Mouri Ran. When he saw Kojima Genta patting his shoulder and saying that he liked sleeping on the floor the most, Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help but smile and rubbed the man's round head, "It's time to go to bed, little gentlemen."

Lying in the bedding, his nostrils were filled with unfamiliar aromatherapy smells. The window was completely cracked due to the previous fire and was only fixed with wooden boards. It couldn't block the howling cold wind. The girl in the bed was huddled together in the quilt, still not very warm.

Tsukiyama Asari took off his coat, covered the gap between the boards, and fixed it with the tools in the drawer, finally blocking the wind that blew in from time to time. There were a lot of beddings, and he moved out a few beds, finally making the place feel warm.

"Leave a night light." With the man's gentle voice, a candle was placed at the head of the bed. The lampshade that he found from somewhere firmly engulfed the flame above, covering all the fear that the flame would bring, leaving only warm light and heat. "I'm here to guard, there's nothing to be afraid of, go to bed quickly."

Mao Lilan responded lightly, and they said good night to each other. Tsukiyama Asari did not lie down. He pulled the chair next to him and opened a book by the light of the lamp at the desk, not intending to rest.

On the soft bed behind the man, the brown-haired girl who had closed her eyes opened them at this moment, and stared at the blurry profile of the man under the candlelight with her beautiful eyes for a long, long time.

It was not until Huihara Ai felt that her eyes had been burned by the flickering flames and stung a little, and she couldn't help but get wet that she closed them again and buried her face in the quilt. The water stains instantly stained the fabric and then disappeared completely.

Tsukiyama turned the pages of the book inward.

The candle light was very blurry. He yawned slightly, and when he felt sleepy, he casually pulled the bag next to him and pretended to reach in. The energy potion redeemed from the system store instantly appeared in his hand.

[Energy potion: eliminates all negative energy buffs, and returns double energy after the expiration date.]

It looks like a bottle of coffee. He twisted the cap off the bottle and poured the coffee-scented liquid into his stomach. His sleepiness instantly disappeared, and even the vague pain in his waist was relieved.

[Not sleeping?]

'I'm not sleeping. I guess something will happen in the middle of the night.' Maybe someone will take the opportunity to attack. He has seen too many such situations in comics.

The system remained silent.

The black-haired man continued to look down at the book in his hand. He didn't know where he took it out. It was a fairy tale book, but it looked like it had never been opened. Time passed between the pages. After another story ended, the man looked at the screen of his mobile phone. The time had passed past four o'clock.

The sunrise will come in less than a few hours. It seems that tonight is not as he thought...

"Boom--"

There was a sudden explosion downstairs. The noise was so loud that even their room was shaken. Tsukiyama Chao was hit by the flag he had just erected and was dizzy. He subconsciously stood up and wanted to go down to check, but noticed the awakened child in the room, so he had to stop.

Edogawa Conan didn't have so many concerns. He quickly jumped out of the quilt and put on his glasses while rushing down.

In an instant, the whole lifeless house came back to life. When he finally comforted Mao Li Ran and the others and rushed to the second floor, the bedroom where the noise came from was already surrounded by people.

The woman in the red dress and the man with scars on his face had already arrived. The housekeeper was also standing outside the door, trembling. Tsukiyama Chaori walked in with a gloomy face, and saw Edogawa Conan standing inside, but he didn't approach the bed.

All the sheets on the bed were burning with raging fire, wrapping up the person lying on it. The boy said in a calm voice, "He was already dead before the fire."

"Hey... That, that's not..." Maori Kogoro's stuttering voice came from the side, as if he was drunk.

Following the man's line of sight, through the raging fire...

Tsukiyama Chaori saw the portrait that he had seen on the corridor not long ago hanging on the head of the bed.

The boy's lips were still smiling due to the raging fire. Although his eyes were torn off, he seemed to be looking through the burning fire, coldly watching them and the dead man on the bed.

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Asahi: I have a hard time

This copy has nothing to do with ltp, it is the main line related to the organization, and it is time to sharpen the knife against the organization (sharpen the knife)

and it is also a warm-up for the Xiaowu movie version (cough cough

The home that Xiaoai is talking about refers to Boston, not this villa. This villa has nothing to do with her. After all, no one has lived in it since the fire 31 years ago

It is not Asahi's family either. Asahi has always been in Japan, and Asahi's surname is Tsukiyama. The surname Yutani has

nothing I won't turn off the long comments and extra chapters, there's no time limit! I really like the secondary creations you guys wrote, thanks so much! ! !

Suddenly I was notified that the finals will be moved forward by more than half a month. I didn't expect to enter the finals season before the midterm. I won't stop updating daily, but the extra chapters may be moved back a little so that I can finish them quickly (there are extra chapters if the main text is not finished!) Recently it's probably 3rd and 6th qwq