Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 84 The Crows Saw It
The secret passage was very dark, and even with a watch-shaped flashlight, it was impossible to cover every place. Conan had to be very careful at every step to avoid slipping on the overgrown moss.

Perhaps the drainage system was sacrificed for the sake of confidentiality. The secret passage was filled with a strong musty smell, and even breathing was a little heavy. After taking a few steps, Conan felt a layer of water mist on his watch.

From time to time, there would be protruding steps or bricks, and Conan also found a dead rat in a corner.

After turning another corner, he finally saw something different, and then his expression became solemn.

It was a line of words carved on the brick wall. The marks were very shallow and there were traces of blood.

[That person attempted to replace me and seize the treasure of the castle]

Conan took a few steps forward and saw a skeleton lying in the corner.

"Judging from the shape of the teeth, this body is probably an old man, and there are obvious signs of atrophy on the calf bones," Kudo Shinichi analyzed.

"The real madam." Conan concluded.

It was so quiet in the secret passage that Conan could even hear his own heartbeat.

An indescribable weird feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, and Conan felt a chill down his spine.

"Someone is approaching." Kudo Shinichi keenly sensed that something was wrong and reminded.

Almost at the next moment, Conan lowered his head and rolled over, avoiding the wooden stick that whizzed past his head.

Dodging the sudden attack, he immediately raised his watch and fired a tranquilizer needle at the attacker.

"Well"

The anesthetic needle that had been tested many times by Kogoro Mori soon showed its power. In the darkness, a muffled sound of flesh falling to the ground was heard.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, raised the flashlight and shone it over, and sure enough, he saw the old face of the lady.

Mamiya Masuyo slowly woke up, and what she saw before her was no longer the dark and damp secret passage, but a clean and tidy castle lobby.

"Four years ago, because he wanted the 'treasure' in this castle, he planned the whole murder. He brutally killed the lady in a secret passage, and replaced her identity with himself through plastic surgery."

"Because he was afraid that he could not hide the truth from Madam Mamiya, who was closest to the Madam, he deliberately set fire to her and burned her to death. In order to cover up the fact that he himself disappeared, he buried the rest of the servants in the fire."

"Am I right, Miss Maid?"

Conan sat on the stairs, looking down at her.

Mamiya Masuyo looked at him blankly.

"I, I am the Madam, no, who am I? I don't remember who I am."

"Treasure, treasure"

She looked like a madman, mumbling incoherently and wriggling on the ground.

Conan just felt sad.

If you pretend to be someone else for too long, time will eventually fool you.

"Need I tell you the truth hidden in this castle?" Conan said mockingly.

"Treasure!" Mamiya Masuyo suddenly looked up, staring at him with her cloudy eyes, full of desire.

"The answer is the chessboard in the yard. By arranging the black and white pieces on the chessboard, we can get the letters 'EGGHEAD', which is the common saying 'rational intellectuals'."

Conan calmly put forward his reasoning: "Combined with this, we can lock our target on the abnormally large portrait of our great-grandfather. You can try to take it down, maybe there will be a surprise."

The lady suddenly burst out at a speed that shocked him. She crawled up the stairs and stopped in front of the portrait of her great-grandfather. She slowly stretched out her hand like a pilgrim.

boom! !

She knocked the portrait over, revealing a narrow passage behind it.

Climbing up the passage, you will reach the top floor of the castle. It seemed to have rained not long ago, and the clouds slowly dispersed. Occasionally, birds flew up in the quiet forest, and the sun shone on the green shade of the forest waves. Under the refraction of the fog, it was like a layer of pure and mysterious gauze.

The distant chirping of insects and birds brings a sense of peace to one's ears.

[I will give this castle and this beautiful scenery to the first person to arrive. ]

There is a line of words carved on the wall, from which one can seem to see the contentment and joy that my great-grandfather felt when he carved the words.

"It was originally a little fun among family members, but it unexpectedly became the beginning of tragedy. I don't think my great-grandfather himself could have imagined it." Conan walked up from the aisle with a complicated tone.

"The reason why my great-grandfather was happy that his wife called him a 'reasonable intellectual' was because he knew that his daughter had cracked the little code he left behind. This old scholar who still had a childlike heart was proud that he had a family member who understood him so well."

However, Mamiya Masuyo was not overwhelmed by this reality as Conan imagined, but gradually calmed down.

"I remembered."

"I remember everything."

She whispered softly: "I am Nishikawa Mutsumi, not Mamiya Masuyo. I am not 83 years old this year, but 42 years old."

"I killed the Madam, then the Madam, and the other maids who served the Madam."

"Over the years, I have been enduring humiliation and playing the role of a lady, even to the point of being 'paralyzed' for four years. During this period, in order to avoid exposing any flaws, I would secretly go abroad every year to consolidate my plastic surgery."

"Until a month ago, I started having a dream more frequently."

“In the dream, I was not myself, but constantly experiencing other people’s lives. Sometimes I was the lady, sometimes the lady, and sometimes I was the maids who died in the fire.”

"Over and over again, I repeated this process over and over again until I almost forgot who I was. All I remembered was that I had to play the role of a good lady and find the treasure I had always dreamed of."

"Sometimes I would be awake for a few hours, and then, fearing the dream, I would force myself to stay up all night to avoid the torture of dying over and over again in my dreams."

"But in the end, they will just faint from the overwhelming pressure, and then fall into the abyss of reincarnation once again."

She looked very calm, but who knows what kind of raging madness was hidden beneath this calmness.

“Finally I figured out why.”

“Because He is watching me.”

“He is looking forward to seeing me shine in new glory in this endless cycle of reincarnation.”

"I've had enough."

She suddenly smiled and slowly backed away, getting closer and closer to the edge of the attic.

"Great Mr. A, I have performed for you thousands of times. Is this enough to ask for your deliverance?"

Conan realized something was wrong and read a sense of horror from the familiar title, so he went forward and grabbed her.

But it was too late.

The child's body was not big enough to generate enough speed, and he could only watch Nishikawa Mutsumi fall down with a happy smile on her face and turn into a light feather.

Bang.

Feathers stained with blood.

Conan closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and punched the brick wall, scraping his small fist.

A deep feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart, and even Kudo Shinichi, who was originally proud of his own reasoning in his mind, fell silent.

A shrill cry came from somewhere.

On the dome of the castle, a crow lowered its head and preened its feathers.

(End of this chapter)