Chapter 102: A one hundred and forty-year-old man?

The sudden change caused everyone present to either express fear or anger.

Haruki Mogi even walked forward and tore off the robe of the mysterious man. It was not until then that they finally realized that the guy sitting at the long table and making them run around was actually just a humanoid plastic model with a loudspeaker.

“Damn, who is so excessive?” Kogoro Mori said unhappily.

“Huh? I didn’t expect that the famous Mori Kogoro didn’t even know this?” Qiangda Ikumi held her chin with one hand and looked at Mori Kogoro with curiosity.

“What do you mean?” Kogoro Mouri scratched the back of his head.

“Isn’t it clearly written on the invitation that he is the phantom of God’s forsaken Son?”

“Phantom, in English, means appearing and disappearing mysteriously, without any entity.”

“This phrase comes from the New Testament and refers specifically to the goats that are not blessed by God – the young of the goats.”

“The English word for goat is goat, and the young of goat has another word…”

“Kid.”

The seven detectives, except Xia He, took turns to analyze the signature in the letter in detail.

Only Maori Kogoro showed an expression of sudden enlightenment after hearing everyone’s analysis, “Kid… Kaito Kid?!”

“That’s right, it’s Kaito Kidd.” Ikumi Gunda spread her hands.

“I guess he brought us all here because of the treasure hidden in this annex, right?”

The words fell.

The door of the restaurant was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a maid walked in pushing a dining cart. “Excuse me, I’ll serve you the food now.”

……

Ever since the car was destroyed and the bridge collapsed, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant became extremely weird.

Fortunately, the original chef fell ill, and the meals served were all cooked by Da Shang Zhu Shan, so after carefully wiping the tableware, everyone began to enjoy the food with confidence.

About half an hour later.

“Is everyone full?”

The loudspeaker on the dummy’s head spoke again: “Well, now we should get back to the point. Everyone, please look at the tableware next to you.”

Upon hearing this, everyone picked up their cutlery and saw that no matter whether it was spoons, teacups, or plates, they all had crow images printed on them.

“I think everyone can probably guess what it is, right? It’s the family crest of the wealthy man, Karasuma Renya, who died under mysterious circumstances about half a century ago.”

Without any preparation, the man began to tell the stories that had happened in this villa.

About forty years ago, one night, celebrities from the political and economic circles gathered in the annex. Ostensibly, it was to pay tribute to Karasuma Renya, who passed away at the age of 99, but in reality, it was an auction for the art collection that Karasuma Renya had collected during his lifetime.

There were as many as 300 items to be auctioned at that time, so the auction was expected to last for three days and three nights.

However, on the second night, a storm hit, and two men who were soaked through suddenly appeared at the door of the annex, wanting to take shelter inside.

Upon seeing this, the organizer of the auction was originally planning to refuse, but who knew that the two men actually took out a pack of “cigarettes” and handed it to each other.

After smoking the “cigarette”, the organizer changed his previous attitude and suddenly became enthusiastic, and then invited the two people into the auction venue.

After that…

The entire villa began to be filled with a thick “smell of smoke”.

The guests let out strange cries one after another.

Some people were running around in terror, while others were kneeling on the ground, crying in agony.

Some even took out the pens they carried with them and stabbed their wrists for no reason, starting self-harm.

In the end, everyone seemed to have gone crazy. They picked up the famous knives and swords used in the auction and started killing each other.

The entire auction venue turned into a living hell at that moment.

Until the next morning, the guests woke up from their sleep one after another, and found bloodstains everywhere, and a body lying on the ground, motionless…

The two men who came in to take shelter from the rain had already disappeared with all the artworks.

The story ends here.

Detectives began to speculate whether the so-called cigarettes were actually marijuana.

However, Xia He grasped a more crucial piece of information – Karasuma Renya had reached the age of ninety-nine forty years ago.

If this guy hadn’t died at that time, and had founded a winery afterwards and survived until now…

Doesn’t this mean that he is almost 140 years old this year?

A 140-year-old man…

Can people really live that long?
Although this is the world of science, Xia He still finds it a little unbelievable.

Therefore, he was more inclined to believe that the old man had taken some kind of medicine rather than surviving naturally.

As for whether this drug is related to APTX4869, which the organization is currently studying, he does not know.

“It’s weird…”

At the same time, Maori Kogoro once again raised the question: “Why was such a big case not reported in the news? At least this is the first time I have heard such a story.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Dashang Zhushan said bluntly: “As mentioned at the beginning of the story, the guests attending the auction were all celebrities from the political and economic circles. It would be very easy to suppress this scandal, right?”

“Instead of going through a lot of trouble to investigate, it is better to block the news to preserve one’s position in society…”

Mogi Harushi chuckled, “I think those two men probably expected this outcome a long time ago, right?”

dong dong!

During the conversation, there was a knock on the door.

The maid entered the restaurant carrying a cup of tea.

After being silent for about five or six minutes, the dummy spoke again: “So, will the tragic farce that happened forty years ago be staged again in this annex today? Let me give you a hint about the treasure –

The two travelers were in a hurry and looked up at the sky at night.

The devil descended upon the castle
The king escaped with his treasure
The princess shed tears into the Holy Grail and prayed for mercy
The soldier died and stabbed himself with his sword, and the earth changed color…”

At this point, the voice from the dummy paused for a few seconds, and then continued with an extremely excited tone, laughing and saying, “Don’t you think that this poem is very appropriate to describe the story that is about to happen in this villa?”

“Your Majesty, your Majesty, and your soldiers…”

After hearing the hint, Conan thought about it carefully for a while. After finding that he had no clue at all, he reached out and poked Xia He who was sitting next to him and asked casually: “Hey, have you solved the code here?”

“Yes, it’s untied.” Xia He nodded without hesitation.

“what?”

Conan:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)