He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

"So this is ah."

Ying Sheng looked him over with considerable curiosity: "You're not from this family? But gardeners can have dreams too, you know. Everyone has a share, right?"

The man shook his head with a wry smile: "I have already received too many favors from the Mamiya family. I am Tabata, a servant of this household. May I ask who you are?"

"A detective who was passing by."

Hotaru patted himself down, but couldn't find a business card. Then he realized he hadn't done it yet, so he said directly, "Aida Detective Agency, we handle all kinds of cases, and our efficiency is top-notch. Would you like to leave a phone number, Mr. Tabata?"

"You want what you want."

Katsuo Tabata quickly took out her phone to write down the number. This mystery that had troubled the Mamiya family for years was easily solved by this person; the difference in intelligence was obvious.

That's why people say the difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs.

"This is impossible!!!"

They had just exchanged phone numbers when a heart-wrenching roar came from the sky.

The voice sounds like Mamiya Mitsuru.

Hotaru and Katsuo Tabata exchanged a glance, wondering what was going on, when they heard another male voice shout.

"You're the one who hid the treasure, aren't you, old woman!"

Hotaru looked at Katsuo Tabata.

Katsuo Tabata looked bewildered: "It's the voice of the young master. He is the only son of the madam and Master Zhenzhao. He is usually a very gentle person."

Ying Sheng shrugged: "It seems that being gentle was just a facade; now the true colors are revealed."

"How could this be... how could this be!"

The old woman's voice finally rang out, accompanied by a piercing cry, like a night owl huddled up and flying out of a dark cave.

Thud!

It was another sound of a body hitting the wall.

Katsuo Tabata looked worried and stepped inside. Hotaru pressed his shoulder and kindly reminded him.

"Maybe we should call the police. It sounds pretty intense. What if we get accidentally injured?"

"This……"

Katsuo Tabata hesitated, "Master Aman..."

"Ah!! Damn it! You're definitely not an old woman!"

Mamiya Mitsugu let out a scream.

Katsuo Tabata shuddered, nodded quickly, and took out her phone to call the police.

It's not that I don't want to repay your kindness, sir, but I'm just a servant who can't even kill a chicken, and you are all the masters of the house, so it would really be useless for me to go up there.

Katsuo Tabata made it sound very serious to the police, but the police response time in Ebina City was incredibly slow.

Ying Sheng and the others yawned incessantly. They called Xiao Lan and told her about it, suggesting that she invite the classmates who wanted to visit the place yesterday to come and watch the fun.

This left Katsuo Tabata speechless. "You, Detective, are really quite leisurely."

"Mr. Tabata, is breakfast ready at the villa? I'm starving."

After hanging up the phone, Hotaru looked at Katsuo Tabata with hopeful eyes.

"…………have."

What could Katsuo Tabata say? After all, this was a guest.

Moreover, the sounds of fighting and screams on the upper floor gradually subsided, and a sense of foreboding arose in Katsuo Tabata's heart. Her legs were now feeling weak.

Ying Sheng's calm and composed demeanor, and his apparent understanding of everything, had already made him subconsciously regarded as the pillar of support.

French soup with bread, plus three foie gras sandwiches—Hotaru managed to fill her stomach.

Before long, Xiaolan arrived with a large group of classmates and looked at Yingsheng with some embarrassment.

"As soon as everyone heard about the case, they all came over."

"..."

Hotaru was speechless. Tokyoites are so bloodthirsty.

At 8:30 a.m., the police finally arrived late and, guided by Katsuo Tabata, went up to the attic.

"what--!!"

The policeman at the front screamed and fell down the stairs with a thud. The people below were also affected and rolled around in a heap.

On the platform, a crowd gathered around the policeman, who was tightly covering his right eye, with blood still seeping from between his fingers.

"It was an old woman with white hair! She attacked me with a wooden stick that had nails on it!"

The police officer screamed in agony as he gritted his teeth and recounted what had happened to him.

Katsuo Tabata, who had just gotten up from the ground, trembled and looked at Hotaru with gratitude in her eyes.

Ying Sheng shook his head, but sighed inwardly. This was definitely aimed at him.

The reason is simple: blame yourself for shattering the hope she had held onto for over a decade.

Her life has come to an end, and the person who caused it all is Hotaru.

Having killed so many people, she definitely wouldn't care about taking another life.

Ten minutes later, the police finally went up to the attic.

All that could be seen was a pile of corpses.

Chapter 296: The evolved Xiao Lan needs a stage.

The old woman killed Mamiya Mitsuru and Mamiya Norito, and after attacking the police, she also committed suicide with nails.

The rusty iron nail was embedded in her aged throat, a deep, dark black.

[Killing Intent +4]

This is all the harvest that Ying Sheng has so far.

It is foreseeable that when the three members of the Mamiya family realized that their hopes of finding the treasure had been dashed, and they were on the verge of death, the person they hated most was not the murderer who killed them.

Instead, it is fireflies.

The detective who shattered their hopes.

You shouldn't have come, you should never have come.

The old lady was probably the most aggressive, directly providing him with two points of murderous intent. It was for this reason that Hotaru stopped Katsuo Tabata and told him not to go upstairs.

"What's going on, Mr. Shuiyue? Can you explain?"

After understanding the situation from Katsuo Tabata, a serious-looking old policeman looked at Hotaru.

"As you can see, they are killing each other for a non-existent treasure."

Ying Sheng also went up to the attic, looked around and saw that there was nothing there, so he walked to the window at the front.

Outside, the dark clouds gradually thinned, and the late-rising sun cast a soft golden glow upon the world. In the distance, the mountains stretched endlessly, and the broad waters below reflected the sky and the sun. An ancient stone tower stood in the fortress, connected to it by a path through the forest.

A gentle breeze blows, and the air is fresh and pleasant.

What a beautiful view!

Mamiya Mitsuru leaned against the wall, dried blood around his mouth, his eyes fixed on the edge of the windowsill, filled with disbelief and unresolved grief.

Ying Sheng followed his gaze and saw several lines of small characters carved on the door panel disguised as a brick wall.

—I would like to give this castle and this view to the first person who finds this place.

Ha, that old man really played an amusing joke on his family.

Unfortunately, some people were blinded by greed, and his unclear words eventually led to two tragedies.

Ying Sheng sighed softly, told the police what had happened, and asked them to look at the sentence.

After learning the truth, both the police and the general public had mixed feelings.

Was it a tragedy born of greed?

"Alas, then this castle should belong to you, Mr. Shuiyue," the old policeman sighed.

"Eh?!!"

The surrounding crowd erupted in astonishment. "Is this a joke? We've just acquired an ancient castle?!"

Even Ying Sheng himself was stunned. Was this policeman not thinking straight? He was being too casual with his words.

Ying Sheng shook his head and pointed to the line of small characters.

"Officer, such a will has no legal effect whatsoever. I don't want to make a fool of myself. You should contact the Mamiya family's relatives as soon as possible."

"Eh?!!!!"

This time, the uproar grew even louder. This castle must be priceless, right? Could they really just give up such a fortune without a second thought?!

A hint of admiration appeared in the old policeman's eyes: "Actually, I know Mr. Mamiya and know that he did leave a will, which was notarized by the court."

"...Are you serious?"

"Absolutely true!"

"........."

Another gasp rang out around him, and Ying Sheng felt even more speechless. He was certain that the culprit behind these two tragedies was that old man.

If someone doesn't speak their mind directly and instead acts like a pretentious intellectual, they probably have some serious mental illness.

“The first person to see it wasn’t me, it was Mitsuru Mamiya. There’s no requirement in that sentence that it has to be a living person, so let him inherit it.” Seeing that the old policeman was about to say something, Hotaru quickly raised his hand to interrupt, “Let me tell you about the fire four years ago.”

"What?! Is there something else going on in that matter?!" the old policeman exclaimed in shock.

"........."

The way you act as the straight man in the comedy routine makes you look like an NPC.