At first, Kaiinji Suyou was a little suspicious whether this was the plan of the monster thief Kid, but when he saw Kuroba Kaito, who was disguised as a waiter, still standing there with a confused look on his face.

Although this could also be part of the acting of the Phantom Thief Kid, a faint smell of blood seemed to be coming from the corner that made Kaiinji Suyou feel bad just now.

Thinking of how the monster thief Kidd had always been very decisive and had almost no other means of action except stealing, Haiyinsi Suyou was more willing to believe that something unexpected had happened.

When we were traveling upstream from Haiyin Temple and looking there carefully again, the light tubes above people's heads suddenly flickered a few times. It was a faint light at first, like the momentary faint light emitted by fireflies that had completed their racial mission before dying in the fields.

But people didn't have to wait too long. The light of the electric lamp, a product of modern technology, replaced the candlelight and brightened up the entire hall again.

At the same time, what appeared before people's eyes was a scene that cruelly destroyed this joyful and harmonious atmosphere.

The crowd erupted in screams even more terrifying than those during the previous power outage. Riots, curses, and crying broke out one after another. If they were not suppressed and properly guided, they would probably soon lead to a terrible accident.

But this was a banquet organized by the Suzuki Group after all, and the security personnel covering it were all hired at a high price and were very well-trained. They temporarily calmed the emotions of those present with just a few words.

Since the safety of so many people was involved, the police call initiated by Jirokichi Suzuki quickly led to the arrival of police officers at the scene, who began to conduct on-site exploration in an orderly manner.

It was also at this time that Haiyin Temple Suyou keenly discovered that the figure of the thief Kidd, who was disguised as a waiter, seemed to have disappeared at some point.

But considering that the police officers are checking and questioning everyone present one by one, it is normal for Kidd, who entered here with illegal means, to hide now.

After the lights came on, Haiyin Temple Suyou realized that he was not very close to that place. Perhaps the darkness confused his perception of distance, making him feel that the ominous place was located near those people who looked like celebrities and wealthy people.

Even from such a long distance, you can still smell the blood, which makes you wonder if something extremely terrible has happened there. You stand on tiptoe along the way to Haiyin Temple, trying to get a clear view, but you are still drowned out by the crowd.

There was a thin screen separating the seats of the dignitaries from here, so they couldn't see what was going on inside from their position. Haiyin Temple Suyou simply stood on a chair, but he could only see that the people who were evacuated from behind the screen seemed to have solemn or frightened expressions.

Several ladies even cried quietly into their handkerchiefs; even bright makeup could not conceal the paleness and fear on their faces.

Even the old men who looked very stable and respected had their brows tightly knitted. Some even looked a little angry, like old wolves whose territory had been offended.

It seems that something extraordinary has happened inside, Haiyin Temple Suyou thought so.

The police were maintaining order outside the screen and blocking the curiosity of the people. A yellow cordon was set up outside the screen.

But when I was walking along the Haiyin Temple and gazing at the folding screen, that bad feeling became even more obvious.

The light seemed to be distorted by some unknown force at that moment. With the screen as the center, the screen engraved with the legend of Momotaro seemed to have turned into a monster that swallowed up the light, reducing the brightness of the surrounding area.

And it itself was as if someone had lit a bright lamp behind it, as if it was born to glow. A light yellow light shone through the translucent screen. For a moment, the tiny patterns carved on the screen seemed to come alive, turning into a flowing river, or into tasks, mountains, rivers and plants.

That is everything alive. Traveling back to Haiyin Temple, I felt that every blade of grass and every tree on that strange screen seemed to be breathing, like a layer of human skin frosted with years, even though

The contents are long gone, but the shell is still breathing.

Something was slowly approaching. Through the screen, Haiyin Temple could only see an unusually tall black shadow projected on the screen, which seemed to be trembling slightly with the flow of light.

The bullet screen seemed to be surprised by this sudden change and was discussing something heatedly.

[Fuck, what the hell is this thing? It’s so scary in the middle of the night. I won’t dare to challenge Brother Hai’s perspective anymore]

[It seems to be Momotaro. Didn’t I just flash past the pattern on the screen? A chicken beak, dog ears, and long arms. Is it a monkey?]

[Oh my, this is outrageous. If this is Momotaro, then is this ghost some kind of new-age stitching monster?]

Just like what was deduced in the bullet screen, Haiyinsi Suyou first judged that it was not a projection of a human, because humans definitely would not have such a pointed mouth and beast-like ears, but such a projection seemed to have some kind of strange magic for him.

He initially suspected that he had been bewitched and deceived by ghosts and gods, but soon he found that the position of his mind was so clear and so based on instinct.

Hungry, this was an endless and unreasonable hunger. Before this sudden incident, he had eaten a lot, his stomach was full, and even his brain was a little sluggish because most of the blood was supplied to the digestive system.

But at this moment, he still felt hungry irrationally and illogically.

My stomach is burning. This expandable pocket, which is supposed to have limited capacity, seems to have turned into Doraemon's dream pocket. It can never be filled. Endless desires are erupting in it, like an unstoppable mountain torrent, or a Leonid meteor shower that cannot be paused once it starts.

He breathed heavily, the air mixed with a nauseating smell of blood rushing into his lungs frantically, but it seemed like a different kind of salvation, and he couldn't help feeling dizzy.

His brain and spinal cord seemed to succumb to the desire to eat, and even the instinct to continue breathing unconsciously was forgotten. If he had not realized this, he would have suffocated soon.

However, it seems that it is not just that. Even though he reacted in time, the previous lack of oxygen still seemed to cause him some adverse reactions.

He was staggering in his chair, like a terminally ill patient about to jump from the top of a building, and he was indeed struggling for some primitive desire.

At this moment, a huge noise came from where he was looking, like the sound of a huge piece of glass or jade slab touching a tiled floor.

Almost simultaneously with the loud noise, brewing in this disturbing whispering, came waves of screams and cries, one higher than the other.

I don't know which policeman accidentally knocked down the screen, causing this fragile barrier that was the only thing that could barely separate fear and peace to come to an abrupt end at this critical moment.

When the veil was lifted in such a dramatic way that it attracted everyone's attention, the crowd immediately became agitated and uneasy, and the emotions that had been calmed down with great difficulty by the security personnel and spokespersons hired by the Suzuki Group began to riot again.

But it seems that these people cannot be blamed. As ordinary, honest people who have almost never been involved in these malicious incidents, their reaction at this time can be said to be inevitable.

Even when I was traveling back to Haiyin Temple, I still felt a chill in my heart when I saw such a scene.

It's not that he hasn't seen such cruel methods of killing before. The cruelty of the small king killing Lady Hachisha was acceptable and could be used by him, but ghosts and gods are different from humans after all.

It's not that I haven't seen more tragic deaths than this, but those I saw in the Red Temple were nothing more than the old dead who had shed all their blood and tears long ago, while the one in front of me was indeed a living being who might have been alive just a short while ago.

The red blood that was gradually coagulating was like cherry jam winding on the white tile floor. A cherry used as a decoration on the cake fell into the pool of blood, like a black joke in some third-rate pantomime.

He grabbed the back of the chair he was standing on tightly, and finally finished his trip to Haiyin Temple.

Standing steadily in this place which is higher than the crowd.

He didn't know if it was due to the system or the increase in his faith, but he could feel that although his emotions were fluctuating more, it was easier for him to calm down.

For example, now, he easily recovered from the shock and nausea, and was able to observe the commotion created by others without being noticed.

The monster he had just seen disappeared after the screen was knocked down. Haiyinsi Suyou felt disappointed but also relieved.

He raised his eyes and looked in that direction.

The deceased looked familiar. It was the man he had seen when he entered the banquet. He looked tough and even ferocious. However, he did not expect that it was not him who brought any disaster to the banquet. Instead, this man died here unexpectedly.

Moreover, the way he died was horrifying. His entire brain seemed to have been split open by something, and the red and white substances inside flowed all over the floor, mixing with the blood indistinguishably, just like the peach that was split open by the old couple in the Momotaro legend.

Just like the legendary fairy peach, the middle of the two symmetrically split brains is empty except for the "peach flesh" attached to the skull, as if something had taken it away, or as if the contents inside had left the "peach" on their own.

A short and fat police officer stood aside, seemingly the leader of the group of policemen. He was sweating anxiously and was trying hard to comfort the onlookers and persuade them to go to the second floor.

This was also arranged by Suzuki Jirokichi. There are two huge conference rooms on the second floor of the banquet hall, which are large enough to accommodate all the guests here.

Ran Mouri's father was also standing next to the police officer, seemingly communicating with them, and a miniature version of Kudo Shinichi, who had somehow sneaked in, was also hiding among them. If it weren't for the iconic black mist, Kaionji Suyou might not have been able to find him.

Unlike Kogoro Mori, who looked serious at first but started to smile at the police officer's flattery, the old man named Jirokichi Suzuki stood aside with an expression of surprise, showing that he was facing a reality that was difficult to accept.

"This is impossible!"

Kaiinji Suyou noticed that Suzuki Jirokichi suddenly shouted loudly at the policeman who was explaining something in front of him, but it seemed that the policeman comforted him and his voice soon became lower. Kaiinji Suyou only heard this sentence.

At the same time, he also discovered that the uniforms of Zhihong and one or two other police officers who came with him seemed to be slightly different in style from those of their colleagues.

Compared to his colleagues who were directly doing the inspection, they seemed particularly idle and just wandered around leisurely, but others seemed not to notice his laziness.

While traveling upstream to Haiyin Temple, I wanted to observe more carefully, but my attention was attracted by the sound beside me.

"The murderer must be Kidd!"

This voice suddenly rang out from somewhere in the crowd. Haiyinsi Suyou remembered his name. This was his classmate, an arrogant man who had almost no knowledge of reasoning but always claimed to be a detective.

When Kudo Shinichi was around, he was very restrained, but recently he seemed to be unable to resist showing off his shallow knowledge.

But in a state of panic, people tend to follow the crowd blindly, just like after this sentence was uttered.

Like ripples caused by a boulder hitting a still pond, rumors often spread faster than you can imagine, and even word of mouth can still be frightening.

Haiyinsi Suyou had felt this and made use of it when he was using the vest of the little king, and now he experienced it again.

This absurd and completely untenable reasoning spread and diffused rapidly among the panicked crowd, which was jaw-dropping.

What's more, some people have begun to come forward and ask the police to catch the so-called "murderer" Kidd.