Conan: If I Know Magic, I Will Destroy The World

"It's not just that," Nagara Haruka continued quietly.

"It is said that there was a French jeweler who bought a batch of Xiao Bo's masks after Xiao Bo's death, but was robbed by robbers not long after, and died tragically at home."

"Later, these masks were scattered into the hands of different people, and the people who held these masks seemed to be cursed. In the end, most of them ended in tragedy."

"Later, I don't know when it started. Everyone's Legendary masks will suck the blood of the holder. From then on, everyone is afraid of these masks, and they also call them curse masks."

"Gudong!"

The "693" people present swallowed unconsciously when they heard the words, and then looked at the fake faces on the wall, feeling that the temperature around them dropped a few degrees.

Matsudaira, who had no doubts in the divination technique, said with a worried face: "Ms. Su Fang, these Xiaobu masks are so terrifying, you still collected two hundred of them in one go, is it really okay?"

Su Fang Hongzi laughed: "You don't have to worry about this, I have already asked a powerful psychic to seal all the curses of these masks."

"Spiritual medium?" Chichu Feng glanced at her lips.

Su Fang Hongzi didn't know who she was looking for, but looking at the thick black air on the mask, she was obviously deceived.

Conan suddenly remembered what happened on the road, and turned his head to remind:

"Actually, in the real world, human evil thoughts are much more terrifying than curses, right, Mouri Uncle?"

"Ah, that's right." Mouri Kogoro reacted, and took out the threatening letter from his arms, "We were blocked by a tree on the way here, and this paper was bound to that tree

Seeing this, Masaki Katagiri couldn't help being surprised and said: "Mr. Mouri, in fact, I also received the same letter three days ago."

"I also received a letter like this!"

"me too."

Matsudaira Mori and Nagara Haruka heard the words, followed by aloud.

"What?! Have you all received such a letter?"

After learning that the other three guests had also received such letters, Mouri Kogoro's face became more serious. It was obvious that this was no longer a simple prank.

"Our company also received a strange letter."

A young man with yellow hair and sunglasses walked into the hall, holding an envelope in his hand.

"Fuyuya?" Su Fang Hongzi scolded softly, "Why did you arrive so late?"

The handsome yellow-haired guy in front of him, his name is Lan Chuandong, is the most popular rock musician nowadays.

Because Lanchuan Fuyuya's mother used to be a servant in Su Fang Hongzi's family, so after his mother passed away, Su Fang Hongzi sponsored his schooling and daily expenses, a bit similar to Su Fang Hongzi's adopted son.

"I'm on a national tour, so don't worry about being a little late."

The young man with yellow hair didn't look around at all, and handed the envelope to Su Fang Hongzi with a chuckle: "The sender's name was not indicated on the letter, only the recipient was Teacher Su Fang, and the words were also very strange.

"This is to hide the handwriting, and it is deliberately written very neatly."

After asking for permission, Uncle Mouri opened the envelope and pulled out a threatening letter.

"Tonight, the Cursed Mask will suck blood. The messenger of the Cursed Mask?"

"Ah?" The uncle's face changed, and he said cautiously, "Ms. Su Fang, I think we should call the police on this matter!"

"I don't think it's necessary to take it to heart," Su Fang Hongzi said disapprovingly, "Since I started doing charity work, I have never stopped sending threatening letters like this..."

Chichu Feng didn't speak.

This Ms. Su Fang is really desperate. She received so many threatening letters without any worries. Who gave her confidence and courage? Curse the mask?

"Okay, let's not talk about these disappointing things, I have already had dinner prepared, everyone, please follow me to the living room!"

Su Fanghongzi made a gesture of invitation to everyone, led them out of the hall of masks, and walked towards the restaurant.

As the door of the Hall of Masks was slowly closed, the entire hall was once again plunged into darkness.

Those Xiaobu masks hanging on the wall suddenly became dark, and the crescent-like eyes and smile seemed to become more and more distorted.

"This beef tongue soup is really delicious!"

"This bottle of red wine is not usually available."

"Conan, these steaks are delicious at 5.1, aren't they?"

The people who were dining in the restaurant did not notice the abnormality in the mask hall, and the dining atmosphere seemed particularly harmonious.

Su Fang Hongzi raised the wine glass in her hand and said: "To be honest, I am really grateful to all of you for agreeing so readily to be the guest of this charity gala hosted by me.

I would like to offer a toast to all of you here. "

"Ms. Su Fang, please forgive me for asking."

After taking a sip of red wine, Katagiri Masaki couldn't help asking: "How did you come up with the idea of ​​holding a charity party for those children who lost their families due to car accidents?"