Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

Conan looked at Akatsuki Kaze with a puzzled expression.

Chi Chufeng smiled and patted the dog's head.

A smile appeared on his face.

Conan immediately understood what he meant, stared with dead fish eyes, and dared not ask any more questions.

If I ask again, I'm afraid they'll say I'm the Grim Reaper again.

Click! Click!

Suddenly, the two large doors next to the archway opened, and two identical twin maids followed them out.

"We are very pleased to welcome you all."

The same girl, the same words, standing on symmetrical left and right sides, stunned everyone for a moment, almost making them think they were hallucinating.

"W-What's going on?" Kogoro Mouri asked.

"They must be twins." Chi Chufeng already knew that.

The maid on the left smiled and said, "Lord Akaso, Mr. Mori, please come in with your family through the east entrance to rest."

The maid on the right continued, "Mr. Katagiri, Mr. Matsudaira, and Ms. Nagara, please enter the house and rest through the west entrance here."

"Quack."

Amidst the cawing of crows flapping their wings, Chi Chufeng and his companions followed the maid on the left into the east wing.

The one leading the way was Honami Shimokasa, one of the twins, who introduced things as they walked:

"In this mansion, if you don't follow the rules, disaster will surely follow, because this is the mansion where the Cursed Mask dwells."

The maid's words made Ran Mouri feel uneasy, and the interior decoration of the villa began to feel eerie, especially the masks hanging on the walls, which looked particularly strange.

She clung tightly to Chi Chufeng's arm.

Feeling the soft touch, Chi Chufeng's lips curled up.

This strange place is a place we should bring Xiaolan to often.

This girl, who's really good at fighting, is terrified of ghosts.

As soon as they entered the mansion's hall, their eyes were unconsciously drawn to the various masks on the walls.

"So many masks!"

“There are masks here too.”

"These masks are so strange!"

Upon hearing this, Honomi Shimokasa smiled and explained, "Ms. Su Fang has always had a hobby of collecting masks. Please come this way."

Honomi Shimokasa gestured to Akaso Kaze and the others to come upstairs, and then slowly walked up to the second floor.

"I'll go get your luggage now. Please wait in the masquerade room."

After speaking, Honomi Shimokasa pushed open the door to the second-floor cubicle and led Akaso Kaze and the others inside.

The moment Akasa Kaze and the others entered the masquerade room, the door opposite also opened, and Matsudaira Mamoru and the other two followed them in.

Kogoro Mouri exclaimed with a look of sudden realization, "So this masquerade hall is the passageway connecting the east and west wing rooms!"

Chapter 440 Terrifying Legends

Everyone took off their coats and handed them to the maid.

After taking off her coat, Nagara Haruka revealed a long purple dress, which made her look somewhat like a fortune teller.

"Akachu-san, come and see! There are so many masks here!"

Ran Mouri subconsciously glanced around the room, her gaze immediately drawn to the glass display cases, and she pulled Akatsuki Kaze over.

Inside the glass display case, there were all sorts of masks, and most of them were extremely rare and unusual.

"Huh? What is this?"

Conan's gaze swept over the masks, and he suddenly noticed a strange remote control next to the glass display case.

Without waiting for a reply, the mischievous child picked up the remote control and pressed the button on it.

As the remote control button was pressed, the red curtains on both sides of the hall slowly opened, revealing the wooden frame hidden behind them.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to these masks, because their color was a very pure pale white, which was extremely eye-catching.

The pale mask had no nose, and the two corners of the eyes on the mask were very narrow.

A mouth, curved slightly upward like a crescent moon, revealed an arrogant, mocking smile that sent chills down the spines of onlookers.

And there are hundreds of masks like these displayed in the entire masquerade hall!

"what happened?"

"So many masks!"

"What's going on with these masks?"

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

Although these white masks look very simple and are far less exquisite than the masks in the glass display case, having so many masks together creates an exceptionally oppressive and eerie feeling.

Chi Chufeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

From the perspective of the Eye of Space, there are no souls or ghosts on these masks.

However, each mask was covered in a thick black mist that lingered, creating a stark contrast with the white masks and making them look extremely eerie.

Upon seeing these masks, Nagara Haruka's face turned deathly pale for no apparent reason. He took two steps back and ended up leaning against Akatsuki Kaze.

Feeling the fortune teller trembling, Akatsuka found Nagara Haruka rather interesting.

It seems that she wasn't just making things up at the door earlier, but actually had some kind of intuition.

This shows that the girl does have some real skills.

He gently placed his hand on Nagara Haruka's waist, giving her a touch of magic.

Nagara Haruka immediately felt much better.

She turned around and gave Chi Chufeng a grateful look.

[Ding! Nagara Haruka has developed feelings for you; current affection level is 2.]

Chi Chufeng raised an eyebrow; this favorability was really easy to gain.

"These are all masks of Sheubull."

An aged voice suddenly rang out.

A noble old woman appeared at the door, with silver-gray hair and a red shawl. Although her face was old, she still had a certain charm. Beside her was a short-haired woman wearing glasses.

The elegant old woman before me is Su Fang Hongzi, the owner of this mansion, and next to her is her secretary, Inaba Kazuyo.

"It is an honor to have you all grace us with your presence."

Su Fanghong smiled and nodded slightly, then said to Chi Chufeng, "Lord Chi Chu, what do you think? My most prized collection is alright, isn't it?"

Chi Chufeng smiled without saying a word.

You've kept so many strange things in your house, constantly exposed to dark energy; it's a miracle you're still alive.

By this time, Nagara Haruka had regained her composure, and she suddenly asked, "Ms. Su Fang, are you referring to these masks displayed on the wall when you mentioned the 'Shao Bu'er Mask' earlier?"

"Yes, these are the two hundred masks that the Spanish sculptor, Chauble Candres, completed shortly before his death."

Nagara Haruka's expression changed slightly: "As expected, this is the legendary Cursed Mask."

"The Cursed Mask?!"

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri and Conan's expressions changed drastically.

The strange letter stuck in the dead tree that blocked the road earlier was written by someone who claimed to be the Cursed Masked Messenger.

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

"Because Shaw-Condris was a tragic sculptor, although he was exceptionally talented, he was envied by his brother and fell into a trap set by his brother. In the end, his fame, status, and property were all taken away by his brother."

Looking at the white masks on the wall, Su Fanghongzi said with a regretful expression, "Ever since being betrayed by his brother, Xiao Buer has completely lost hope in humanity, and it seems that he has been possessed by something, constantly carving these masks."

"Just after the two hundredth mask was carved, Shabbur used a carving knife to cut his own neck, ending his life."

"The masks scattered around his body were all stained with blood, as if they were sucking his blood." II.

Chapter 441 A Strange Smile in the Dark

“It’s not just that,” Nagara Haruka continued quietly.

"It is said that a French jeweler acquired this batch of Shauboules masks after Shauboules' death, but soon after, he was robbed by bandits and died tragically in his home."

"Later, these masks were scattered into the hands of different people, and those who possessed them seemed to be cursed, most of them ending up in tragedy."

"Later, I don't know when it started, but everyone began to spread rumors that these masks would suck the blood of their owners. From then on, everyone was terrified of these masks and called them cursed masks."

"Gudong!"