Chapter 390 Biting Fingers Is a Bad Habit

Fujino was not worried that he would be poisoned. He remembered that the poison should have been applied to the handle of the teacup close to his thumb.

If no one scratches their thumb, there is a high probability that no one will be poisoned.

Of course, one must die today.

Just in case, he sniffed it and found that it was indeed up there.

After coming back to his senses, Fujino glanced at Ogami Zhushan who was standing aside.

This guy has been biting his fingers since just now.

Biting your fingers is a bad habit.

But for this kind of thing, if you die, you will die, there is no need to feel pity.

You know, they were invited here, but it was all because of this guy, and he also planned to kill everyone.

Fujino is not a kind person, and he pays attention to repaying evil with kindness.

If you want to kill Teng Mou, you must have the consciousness to be killed.

After guessing the punch, everyone sat down one after another.

Fujino sat next to Conan and Xiaoran. On the right was Ikumi Gunda. On the opposite side, from left to right, were Motegi Haruka, Hakuba Tan, Senjian Shidai, and Touko who became Mouri Kogoro. , and also the great blessing.

Despite the risk of poisoning, everyone chose to have dinner without worry after wiping the tableware.

As a gourmet detective, Dashang Zhushan's cooking skills are naturally first-rate.

Of course, as a lover of food, he would not poison the food.

On the one hand, it's because the motive is too obvious, and on the other hand, it's possible that he might also be poisoned to death.

In Da Shang Zhu Shan's original plan, he should have poisoned the maid after dinner. Although there were some changes, overall the plan went smoothly.

But he didn't know at all that his accomplices had now rebelled and planned to kill him.

“This dish is so delicious!”

Kuroba Kaito imitated Mori Kogoro's tone and let out a Mori sigh.

He had met Mouri Kogoro before, so he naturally knew the guy's tone and character. For a person with such a distinctive personality, it was easiest to disguise him.

As for Fujino, who is so smoldering and has so much thought hidden under his pale face, that is the hardest thing to disguise.

At the same time, he was relieved because no one died.

But from Fujino's point of view, Douzi's disguise was still a bit unnatural.

How should I put it, the real Maori uncle should be more wretched.

"Now that the food has been served, no one among us has been poisoned."

Qianjian Shengdai wiped his mouth with a tablecloth: "It seems that guy doesn't want to kill us all here..."

"It seems like we were overly concerned just now."

Gunda Ikumi laughed softly and said: "But it's always good to be skeptical. I don't want to die in a place like this."

At this time, the trumpet man's head in the upright position made a dull sound again: "I believe you are all full now? Are you satisfied with the last supper I prepared for you?"

There was no response to the loudspeaker with only one head left and a tape hanging down from it. There was just an awkward silence.

After a short gap, the trumpet man once again made a low voice: "Back to the topic, you must be curious why I went to such trouble to get this house and make it the stage of the game... The answer is right at your fingertips. On the spoon and fork.”

"Little bird?"

Xiaolan picked up a spoon and took a look at it curiously: "Why does this bird have such a big mouth? It feels so creepy."

"Karasuma Renya."

Fujino crossed his hands and said in a deep voice: "There was a famous rich man a long time ago. There are many rumors about him."

"Karasuma Renya?"

After hearing this, everyone looked at Fujino, looking a little confused.

"This is the badge of Renya Karasuma who died mysteriously half a century ago!"

After Fujino finished speaking, the speaker spoke these words.

But everyone is already used to this feeling.

On the other hand, Ogami Zhushan looked at Fujino, frowned, and started biting his thumb crazily.

Why do my perfect plans always get disturbed by this kid!

Simply, the speaker continued without anyone interrupting: "Not only the tableware here, but also the door of this house, no matter where it is, was deliberately made by him. In other words, this is Wu Maru Renye’s villa, no, it should be said that it used to be his villa.”

"Forty years ago, before the storm came, a tragedy like hell happened in this house. That night, a [memorial service in memory of Karasuma Renya] was held in this mansion. Those who were present at the time, They are all well-known figures in the financial world, but in fact, this is an auction to auction various treasures of Karasuma Renye during his lifetime. Due to the excessive number of treasures, the auction is even expected to take three days..."

"But the next night! Two men came to this mansion and gave the organizer a leaf, and then they became guests of the auction!"

"The two continued to persuade other people around to smoke leaves together, until the smoke finally filled the entire room. Some people were holding the artwork and shouting, a girl was sobbing until her tears ran dry, and a man kept using a pen. Slit their wrists, and finally they pick up the swords from the auction and swing them at each other...Hell begins to fall!"

"It is said that after the auction, eight people died at the scene, and the two men had long since disappeared with their treasures!"

"But..."

After listening to the story, Kuroba Kaito used the tone of Maori Kogoro, and seemed a little curious: "Normally, such a bad case has never been reported?"

"Maybe it's because the identities of the invited guests at that time were very special."

Da Shang Zhushan took a sip of the black tea on the table and explained according to his own script: "The people who came that day were all celebrities in the financial world and their families. In such a fighting situation, it was impossible to identify the suspect, not to mention that the identities of both the murderer and the victim were extremely sensitive..."

Fujiano was not surprised. He knew that this was all a made-up story, but he still pretended to think: "If we really want to investigate, we might as well let this matter go cold and block all the news. After all, this kind of scandal is nothing new in Japan."

"As expected of a young detective consultant in the police, you have seen those dark things at such a young age."

As a former prosecutor, Ikumi Gunda naturally has a deep understanding of this kind of thing. She changed her mind and became interested again: "But if you ask me, this kind of old black history is a proper appetizer."

"Speaking of this, I'm sure you all understand why I chose this place, right?"

The loudspeaker with only one head left continued to make a sound: "I want all the detectives, Ladies, let's reenact the tragedy that happened here that year, and perform it in this house, because of the treasure, the hell scene of fighting and killing each other. "

"But I also know that it is not easy to see flowers in the fog, so I will give you some hints. "

"Two travelers look up at the sky at night, the devil descends on the castle, the king escapes with the treasure, the princess sheds tears on the Holy Grail and prays for forgiveness, the knight commits suicide with a sword and blood stains the ground... I put a lot of effort to give hints based on the characteristics of this house. Don't you think such hints are very appropriate for what is going to happen next? "

"You think we are all fools, right?"

Qiantian Yumei said unhappily: "Each other Killing or something, the premise is that people kill each other, but I have no interest in this kind of thing. "

Speaking of this, she asked Fujino: "What about you, little detective."

"I'm not small, okay..."

Fujiano murmured, and then said seriously: "I'm not interested either. If I attack you... it should be called a massacre, you can't leave here alive."

Da Shang Zhushan took a sip of tea and suppressed his shock: "Even if you are powerful, you can't kill all of us, right?"

Kuroba Kaito: "..."

Hakuba Tan: "..."

Conan: "..."

As for fighting, in their eyes, everyone present except Fujino is rubbish.

They have no doubt that Fujino can indeed kill everyone present, and then escape alone.

"It's impossible for you to escape from this game. You have already been dragged into the magic I cast!"

The loudspeaker suddenly sounded at this time: "Just like forty years ago, when one of you screamed for the first time, this wisdom competition was completely kicked off... Did you hear clearly, whoever finds the treasure, please go to the room in the central tower and enter the location of the treasure into the computer. I will keep my promise, give him half of the treasure, and tell him how to escape from here..."

"Ah!!"

After the other side finished speaking, Mogi Haruhi suddenly covered his neck and whimpered, and fell to the ground in pain.

"Mr. Mogi?!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw this, and hurried forward.

Da Shang Zhushan was confused when he saw this.

Something is wrong...

It shouldn't be this link.

Thinking about it, he bit his fingers more diligently.

"Alas... biting your fingers is a bad habit indeed."

Fujiano glanced at Ogami Zhushan, then walked to the side of Haruhi Mogi who was lying on the ground, took a look, and shook his head: "The mouth is so smelly, it should be some kind of extremely smelly poison. If I were to ask you, it should be paraquat produced in China..."

As he said, he took out a needle from his pocket: "It just so happens that I have a paraquat antidote with me. Well, Mr. Mogi, I am very strong, you bear it!"

"Wait! I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

Haruhi Mogi stood up quickly when he saw this, fearing that this little detective would really inject him with some antidote.

"Ah?"

Fujiano frowned slightly, and put away the needle impatiently: "You are so old, and you are still making such a joke. My paraquat antidote was imported with great difficulty. If you use it, it will be gone."

The people around him also nodded silently, condemning Haruhi Mogi's behavior.

"Well..."

Haruhi Mogi felt a little embarrassed.

"Wooah!"

At this time, another whimpering sound was heard.

Everyone turned around and saw Dashang Zhushan holding his throat, and he leaned back in pain and fell backwards.

The plump body collapsed to the ground, his mouth opened wide, and even his pupils lost their expression.