The next day.

The gloomy sky cannot reveal any bright colors, and the iron-gray clouds press low on people's heads, giving people an inexplicable sense of depression.

Looking up at the cloud above his head, Conan couldn't help but sigh softly.

Looking back at Xiaolan in the back seat, Conan was in a better mood.

After glanced at the black envelope that Kogoro Mori casually inserted on the car shelf, Conan's feeling of depression became more and more intense.

The car stopped at the gas station on the mountainside. Kogoro got off the car and refueled the two rented cars. Conan looked out the window and the villa called Dusk Hall appeared at the end of the mountain.

From a distance, the classic-style villa is located on the edge of the cliff, and the lush green forest almost completely wraps it. Looking at it intently, it seems that dim lights are faintly transmitted from the windows of the villa. This scene made Conan frown inexplicably.

Why...so familiar?

Suddenly awakened, Conan's brow could not help but locked up.

Magic...Terrible murder...Kidd...

This time, it won’t be an event like a magic lover party again, right?

The sky begins to fall raindrops.

Thinking of Asayu and the same black envelope in the dusty mailbox of his home, Conan pushed his glasses and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It seems that that guy will definitely come, but what kind of posture will he appear at the party? Asayu Feng? Or...

Just as he was thinking, Kogoro Mouri had already added fuel to the car and was getting into the car to start the car. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Maori's car, which immediately frightened everyone. Xiaolan even screamed.

"What are you doing..." Kogoro Mouri was also startled, and then he angrily shook the window, "Hey! Who are you!"

"It's really rude, young people now." As the window shook, an old face slowly appeared in front of everyone, "I'm just an old lady."

"You are also invited guests, aren't you? Don't look at me like this, you're also a detective!" Looking at the astonished expressions of everyone, a smile appeared on the old lady's wrinkled face, and a bright look flashed in the night, "You said yes, Mr. Kogoro who is sleeping?"

"You are..." A trace of confusion flashed in Kogoro Mouri's eyes, and he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his head, "Who?"

......

The car drove through the last wooden bridge leading to the villa. Before the rain was changing to heavy rain, Maori and his group finally arrived before the dusk hall.

This ancient villa is built on the slope of the mountain. A corridor-style multi-story stone staircase connects the main entrance of the villa. On both sides of the villa, countless trees surround the roads on both sides of the villa. It can be seen that these trees have been planted here for a while.

Kogoro Mori stepped forward and gently buckled the door knocker a few times. Soon, with a slight sound of Kara, the door opened.

A girl with short-haired hair in maid outfit walked out, bowed gently to Kogoro and his group, and led them into the villa.

The interior of the villa is spacious enough to be somewhat unnatural. The entire hall does not even have some generally visible decorations, and it looks a little unnatural empty.

Stepping gently on the ground, the floor of the hall was not an ordinary floor, but a dark purple tiles with a hint of strange patterns on it, which set off the whole room with extremely weird patterns.

"This...is a haunted house, right?" Conan couldn't help but murmur to himself when he saw this scene. Xiaolan behind him couldn't help but tremble gently.

The silver-haired old lady beside her chuckled, and a light flashed in her glasses.

Conan couldn't help but glance at her.

Qianjian's descendants... Conan couldn't help but secretly muttering this name in his heart.

He has long been famous for her. Before he became Conan, he had heard of this name. It is said that as long as she sits in an easy chair and listens to others discussing the case, she can easily solve the case. But Conan doesn't know much about her, and he only has heard of this name. Moreover, Conan believes that he will not be inferior to this 63-year-old old lady, so he doesn't mind her much. But now, seeing how calm she is in this strange place that is obviously a bit tricky, she is indeed not a person who is worthy of fame!

"Get out of the way, mustache." A voice suddenly came from behind Maori. When Conan turned around, he saw a man in a green and elegant suit slowly put away his umbrella and said coldly to Kogoro.

"Murui was furious and looked back, but when he met those cold brown eyes, he couldn't help but shivered, and he swallowed what he originally wanted to say.

"Ah, it's been a long time since we saw Mokigi." Chimatsu Junyo smiled and said, "You're really here. Last week's newspaper said that you were being hunted by the Chicago Mafia!"

"Ah, it's Qianjian's mother-in-law." The man obviously knew Qianjian, and his tone slowed down a lot, "What's that matter? I've forgotten it long ago."

Motegi? Conan's heart moved, Harushi Motegi?

"Your nose is indeed very sensitive to the old blood stains!" A lazy and charming female voice came from the second floor, and then the figure of a curly-haired woman with a ponytail slowly appeared on the stairs on the second floor.

"Gunda." Mogi Harushi had a graceful but unwarranted smile on his face. He slowly looked up and looked at the charming woman upstairs.

"In fact, what must have happened in this house?" A clear voice came from the second floor, and then a brown-haired boy slowly walked down the stairs. What attracted people was not his bright eyes and youthful face, but an eagle that quietly docked on his shoulders.

"Otherwise, I can't explain what can be seen everywhere in this room...old blood." Stroking the hem of the curtains and looking at the large pieces of brown marks, the boy's tone was calm, but his words were half like storm, shocking everyone's hearts.

"My name is Baima Detective." The boy turned around and smiled slightly at Xiaolan and others, "He is also a detective."

"Detective White Horse?" Conan is obviously more sensitive to this name than others, not because of anything else, but because the elegant smiling boy in front of him is one of the rare detectives in Japan today...a high school student detective!

"I'm very sorry, everyone, since the organizer of this party has not arrived yet, please wait." The short-haired maid looked at the record in her hand, "The detectives who are here are Mother-in-law Chima, Mr. Mokigi, Mr. Mori, Mr. Shirama, Miss Gunda, two children and Mr. Miyamoto..."

"Two children?" Mogi frowned.

"Brother Miyamoto?" Conan was also stunned.

"Hello uncles and aunts!" A slightly tender voice came from the sofa at the other end of the living room. Everyone looked back and saw Qianyu's face with an innocent smile. Heihara's face was as cold as usual. A white cat was lying lazily on her legs, yawning comfortably.

"...the cat." The maid finished reading the last two words.

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Chapter completed!