"It seems like there is a smell of gunpowder here?"

Conan lay down at the table and sniffed the candlestick.

Yuanzi fanned the candle curiously and nodded repeatedly, "It really is."

"So, is it actually someone who sets gunpowder in the candle in advance?" Mori Ran said inconclusively.

Conan nodded, "When the candle burns shorter, it will explode."

"Really?" Hiroji Hachikawa said in disbelief.

"There is also something like a motor here." Conan squatted down and pointed to the base of the floor lamp.

There were a few small motors stuck with black tape.

Mifun Ryukan ran over, glanced at him and said, "This seems to be a part like a wireless remote control car, right?"

"Does the motor turn make the rack vibrate?" Yuanzi was disappointed. She thought there was something mysterious about it, but that was the end?

"So, I've just been a scam?" said Ran Maori.

"It should be like this." Mifulong nodded.

"But, why do things fall down?" Park Jimu and Yuu asked.

"Because of this." Chen Xing found the fishing line tied to the motor on the bench by the wall.

Conan glanced at it and immediately understood, "First wrap the pedestal of the cup and plate with the fishing line, and then use the remote control to make the motor rotate the line above, so that things can fall off. I guess there must be such mechanisms everywhere in the room."

Park Zhimu and Yu said puzzled: "Even if it may be controlled by a remote control, we were holding other people's hands at that time. How should we control it remotely?"

Yuanzi casually said, "It's just pressing the button of the remote control, even with his feet."

Hirasaka Lekhi looked at everyone, then took out the remote control from under the tablecloth, shook his head and smiled, "Mr. Park Yeoki, it seems like he was wrong."

Park Yemu and Xiong's face changed slightly.

"Is Mr. Park Nogi also a helper?" Hiroji Hachikawa said in surprise.

"It's just a small aftertaste." Heirasaka Leki said in a relaxed tone.

"It's really like a prank, especially that voice." When Yuanzi thought of the bitter and fierce female voice full of hatred just now, she felt cold.

Kazumi Maho asked, “How did you make that sound?”

"I'm using this." Conan took out a small set of equipment from the back of the drawing board. "After putting this on, anything can make a sound like a speaker."

"That's why it sounds like Xiaohuang on the drawing board is talking." Hiroji Hachikawa also found the same thing from another drawing board.

"But the content of the sound was not like that." Park Yeomu and Yu were a little nervous, "The content of the recording seemed to have been replaced by someone else."

"Is it replaced?" Yuanzi subconsciously said, "Who could it be?"

Park Yeomu and Yu shook their heads, "I don't know."

"It's Xiaohuang, it's all because you did this kind of thing playing with her soul." Keerfeng stroked the figure's head, his voice inexplicably low, "And, the murderer who killed Xiaohuang and designed to be an accident was among us."

He stood up unceasingly, "Xiaohuang will be resurrected tonight, and then she will come to take revenge. It's so exciting."

This man was talking in a sensible way and his behavior was not normal. When he saw him talking nonsense, Chen Xing felt quite disgusted.

"Did you not participate just now?"

"What?" Keerfeng was stunned.

"It's just about playing with the soul of your idol." Chen Xing said with a blank expression: "Did you recite the spell very vigorously just now?"

Keerfeng's face turned red. Just as he was about to argue, he heard the person opposite him continue, "So, if Miss Xiaohuang really wants to take revenge, you, a fake fan who is molested by her as a template, who speaks inconsistently and has different opinions, should be the first to be retaliated, right?"

"You!" Keerfeng's face suddenly turned red when he heard this, and he became so angry that he turned into a pig's liver.

Kazumi Mahama looked frightened, "Miss Xiaohuang is going to be resurrected..."

Seeing her expression, Conan couldn't help but pay more attention.

"The atmosphere seems to be very strange, please change to some fresh air." Mifuran Ryuu said, pressing the switch of the ventilation window next to it.

The small windows above the meditation room rose automatically, and the cool breeze after the rain poured in, which was extremely fresh.

Next, the few people had nothing to say, so they left silently. Some went to the bedroom, some were free to entertain, and some went to make supper.

For example, Chen Xing borrowed a few buckets of instant noodles in the kitchen.

"Don't you know how to cook? Why do you still make instant noodles?" Conan leaned on the table on tiptoe.

"After all, I just came to shelter from the rain. I didn't use other people's ingredients very well, and instant noodles were also good." Chen Xing said.

Conan nodded and asked again: "Why don't you put seasonings?"

While pinning the edge of the bucket with a small fork, Chen Xing said, "I can't get used to it."

"I'm used to eating." Conan looked at him with a smile.

Chen Xing glanced at him, "There is hot water there, I can make it yourself."

Conan curled his lips, "You've done it."

Chen Xing snorted. He said that just now, of course, this guy also has the portion of instant noodles.

"Speaking of this, what do you think about this?" Conan said, his eyes staring at the steaming instant noodles.

"It's probably because everyone has their own ulterior motives." Chen Xing said, then picked up two buckets of instant noodles and walked towards the living room.

"Hey, there are two barrels left." Conan shouted.

"Xiaolan's also let me take it?" Chen Xing raised his eyebrows.

Conan choked and hugged his arm: That's right, but can I bring my little hand over?

Chen Xing shrugged.

...

"Suck."

Conan's mouth is not big, but he eats noodles quickly. In a short while, only soup will be left.

He rubbed his belly with satisfaction, took the wet wipes on his hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Chen Xing glanced at him and was speechless at this guy.

The bonfire in the fireplace was burning quietly, and occasionally crackling. Conan took a sip of the soup and said, "By the way, I still don't know much about Miss Xiaohuang, can you tell me?"

"I remember she seemed to be a regular customer of the role-playing store where Mr. Mifune worked," said Hiroji Hachikawa.

Mifulong nodded and said, "Yes, girls who often come to this kind of place are very good at showing their cuteness and charm, but Xiaohuang can even show the dark side of the character's inner heart and the feeling of fate.

Especially when playing the role of "Black Magic Girl", you can feel that she is very different from those girls who simply like role-playing."

Sanchuanlong held a can of beer in one hand, and most of his memories were expressed, "Miss Xiaohuang is our goddess, so I think her talents should not be limited to role-playing, so I recommended her to various websites."

Hiroji Hachikawa smiled and said, "Later, even the acting agency took a fancy to her and asked her to go to a photo magazine."
Chapter completed!