The twin maids on the right said softly, "Mr. Katagiri, Mr. Matsudaira, and Miss Nagara, please enter the room from the west entrance to rest."

Although everyone felt a little strange, they were divided into two groups according to the instructions of the twin maids and walked in through the entrances on both sides.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to pass by the twin maids, Suzuki Seimei quietly reached out and touched her.

"Ding! Congratulations to Nami Shimokasaho for successfully signing in. You will be rewarded with a [Twin Deed], which the host can receive at any time."

Hearing the system prompt sounding in his ears, Suzuki Seimei was stunned for a moment, and then he was suddenly taken aback.

Suzuki Seimei had signed the [Twin Deed] with Police Officer Henggou, and its prop attributes are still very good.

Combined with the fact that Officer Henggou is also a twin, Suzuki Seimei guessed that it should be easier to sign for rewards like [Twin Deeds] on the twins' plot characters.

Under the leadership of Nami Shimokasaho, Seimei Suzuki and the others walked into the east room.

As soon as they entered the hall of the mansion, Suzuki Seimei and the others were unconsciously attracted by the various masks on the wall.

"So many masks!"

"There are masks here too."

"These masks are so weird!"

When Nami Shimokasa heard the words, she explained with a smile, "Mr. Su Fang, I have always had a hobby of collecting masks. Please come here~"

Shimokasaho Nami made a gesture of asking for Suzuki Seimei to go upstairs, and slowly walked up to the second floor with lotus steps.

"I'm going to pick up a few people's luggage now, and please wait in the mask hall first."

After Nami Shimokasaho finished speaking, she pushed open the door of the second-floor compartment, and walked in with Seimei Suzuki and the others.

"Click!"

The moment Suzuki Seimei and the others entered the Mask Room, the door on the opposite side also opened, and the three of Matsudaira came in.

After a short period of surprise, Mouri Kogoro suddenly said: "So this mask hall is the passage connecting the east and west wing rooms!"

"Conan, come and see, there are a lot of masks here~"

Mao Lilan glanced around the room subconsciously, and his eyes were immediately drawn to those glass showcases.

I saw that there were all kinds of masks in the glass showcase, and most of the masks were very rare and rare masks.

"Huh? What is this?"

Suzuki Seimei glanced over the masks, and suddenly noticed a strange remote control beside the glass showcase.

Just when Suzuki Seimei was curious, Conan, the arrogant child, directly picked up the remote control and pressed the button on it.

"Swish..."

As the button of the remote control fell, the red curtains on the walls on both sides of the hall suddenly opened slowly, revealing the wooden frame hidden behind the curtains.

"what happened?"

"So many masks!"

"What the **** is going on with these masks?"

Looking at the identical white masks on the wooden frame, everyone showed expressions of surprise.

Although these white masks look very simple in appearance, far from being as exquisite as those in the glass showcase, putting so many masks together makes people feel particularly depressing and infiltrating.

"These are Shaubles' masks."

A somewhat old voice suddenly sounded, and a gray-haired old woman wearing a black evening dress and a red waistcoat, who looked very kind, walked in with a middle-aged woman.

The amiable looking old woman in front of her is the owner of this mansion, Su Fanghongzi.

"It's really glorious to be here, everyone." Su Fanghongzi nodded when she saw that all the guests had arrived.

Chang Liangyao asked curiously, "Ms. Su Fang, when you mentioned Xiaobull's mask, did you mean these masks on the wall?"

"Yes, these are the legendary 200 masks completed by the Spanish sculptor, Chaubel Condres, shortly before his death."

Nagara Haruka's face changed slightly: "Sure enough, this is the legendary cursed mask."

"Cursed Mask?!"

When Mouri Kogoro and Conan heard the words, their expressions suddenly changed.

The strange letter stuck on the dead tree that was blocking the road earlier. The writer of the letter claimed to be the cursed masked messenger.

Maori Kogoro couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Su Fang, why are these masks called cursed masks?"

"Because Chobble Condres was a tragic sculptor who, despite his extraordinary talent, was envied by his brother who envied him, and fell into the trap set by his brother, and in the end his fame, status, and fortune All were robbed by his brother."

Su Fanghongzi looked at the white masks on the wall and said regretfully: "Since he was betrayed by his brother, Xiaobull has completely despaired of human nature, and it's like being bent over by something. Carve these masks.

Just after the 200th mask was carved, Xiaobull cut his neck with a carving knife and ended his life. "

"..."

When Mao Lilan heard this, he suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart, and subconsciously hugged Haiyuan Ai.

With the doll-like Haihara Ai in his hand, Mao Lilan felt a lot more at ease.

? ? ?

And Huiyuan Ai, who was suddenly picked up by Mao Lilan, blinked her eyes in confusion.

However, when Hui Yuanai noticed Mao Lilan's pale face, she did not rush to break free from her embrace, but leaned her head gently on her shoulder.

Because Maorilan felt that Haibara Ai was really like the "dead" Akemi Miyano, so she did not reject being close to Maurilan.

"It is said that a French jeweler bought this batch of Chaubles masks after Chauble's death, but he was robbed by robbers and died tragically at home shortly after."

Halfway through Nagara's words~lightnovelpub.net~ his expression became more dignified, and he said in a cold voice: "After the death of that French jewel, Chauble's mask was transferred to several collectors. And none of these collectors ended up with a hospitable death.

Later, I don't know when it started, everyone said that these masks would **** the blood of their holders. From then on, everyone was afraid of these masks and called them cursed masks. "

"Gudong!"

Everyone present heard the words, swallowed their saliva unconsciously, and then looked at the masks on the wall, feeling that the temperature around them had dropped a few degrees.

Matsudaira Shou, who believed in the technique of divination, was even more worried: "Ms. Su Fang, these Xiaobull masks are so terrifying, you have collected 200 pairs in one go, does it really matter?"

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