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

Hakuba Saguru's analysis made sense to everyone, so they all took out their handkerchiefs and wiped all the wine glasses and cutlery.

After dinner, everyone wiped their mouths with napkins while savoring the delicious food they had just eaten.

At this moment, the dummy with the loudspeaker made a sound again.

"Have you all eaten your fill? Are you satisfied with this last supper I have prepared?"

"Now, let's get back to the main topic. You must all be very curious as to why I spent a huge sum of money to acquire this villa as the stage for this game, right?"

"First, please take a close look at the tableware placed beside you."

Chi Chufeng looked down at the tableware, which was engraved with a crow with extremely disproportionate body size. He had noticed it while eating.

The same pattern is also on the doorknobs upstairs.

"Could this be..." Kaito Kid stared at the chilling design and said, "A crow?"

Chapter 478 Unexplained Events

The dummy continued, "This is the family crest of Karasuma Renya, a wealthy man who died under mysterious circumstances about half a century ago."

“Besides the tableware here, every door, floor, handrail, and even the colors of the chess pieces and playing cards in this villa were specially commissioned by him.”

"In other words, this entire villa was built by Karasuma Renya."

"However, all of that became history 40 years ago. A horrific case once occurred in this villa, and the villa is stained with the blood of the martyrs, which is where it all started."

"One night 40 years ago, this villa hosted a secret meeting with prominent figures from the political and economic circles."

On the surface, the memorial service was intended to commemorate Karasuma Renya, who passed away at the age of 99. However, the true purpose of the event was to auction off the artworks that Karasuma Renya had collected during his lifetime.

The total number of items auctioned exceeded 300, so the entire auction was expected to last three days and three nights.

On the second night, during a stormy night, two men, soaking wet, suddenly arrived at the villa.

With trembling lips from the rain, they said: We've lost our way because of this storm. Please let us stay here until the storm ends.

The auctioneer was about to refuse their request, but the man took out a package of unknown contents from his pocket and handed it to the organizer.

Inside was something resembling cigarettes. After the host smoked their cigarettes, he somehow changed his mind and invited the two men into the annex.

Seeing this, the other guests also succumbed to their influence. Before long, the entire villa was filled with the thick smell of smoke.

The detectives' expressions darkened, and a possibility began to pop into their minds.

The dummy with the loudspeaker didn't stop, continuing to tell the story incessantly.

"At first, there were even auction guests arguing about these two unexpected visitors, but the situation changed in an instant."

At that moment, a man suddenly let out a scream as if he had seen a ghost, and abandoned the artwork he had worked so hard to win at the auction, running wildly outside.

One woman, however, seemed to be begging for someone's forgiveness, tears streaming down her face that she couldn't stop.

Another man, however, was excitedly holding a pen and repeatedly stabbing it hard into his hand.

In the end, all the guests went berserk and began scrambling for the artworks to be auctioned, even wielding the famous knives and swords up for auction and hacking at each other.

The entire auction venue had become a living hell.

After this nightmarish night, eight dead lay in the auction hall, along with a dozen or so unconscious guests. The two men, however, had vanished without a trace, taking all the artwork with them.

Chi Chufeng's expression darkened. Based on the story told by the dummy with the loudspeaker, he thought of a possibility.

The madness that occurs at the auction may not necessarily be caused by drugs.

Moreover, this story contains inexplicable plot holes.

First of all, given the bloodstains that are almost everywhere in this villa, if the auction did indeed take place back then, it's impossible that only 8 people died; the number of casualties should be far greater than that.

Secondly, it's impossible for two travelers to disappear carrying all 300-plus artworks without someone helping them.

Finally, it's truly impossible that such a golden villa, despite being hacked and slashed by a group of people wielding swords, had its walls undamaged and its secrets undiscovered.

Moreover, those who died were all celebrities and nobles. Even if the authorities were afraid of exposing the scandal and suppressed the matter, wouldn't their children come to investigate?

Even if you hire detectives, it's impossible for them not to notice the strangeness here.

There must be other reasons behind this.

At this point, following the dinner procedure, the maid brought out black tea for everyone and poured it for each person.

Chu Feng, however, did not drink it.

Seeing that he didn't make a move, Phantom Thief Kid didn't dare to drink either.

The situation here today is very strange, giving him a bad feeling.

He decided to be a good follower of Chi Chufeng.

He did whatever Chi Chufeng did, and he went wherever Chi Chufeng went.

To avoid accidentally confessing.

"Now you all understand why I chose this villa as the stage for this event, right?" the megaphone began to speak again.

"My goal is to make you detectives relive that horrific tragedy from 40 years ago."

"I want to see your despicable behavior of plundering and even killing each other for treasure!"

"However, finding treasure in this huge villa is like finding a needle in a haystack. I'll give you a hint here."

"Two travelers, hurrying along, gazed at the heavens that night; a demon descended upon the castle; the king, clutching his treasure, fled; the queen, weeping, poured out her tears on the Holy Grail, pleading for divine mercy; the soldier, breathless, drew his sword and committed suicide, and the earth changed color..."

This prompt seems somewhat similar to the story told by the horn-wielding mannequin, except it's a poetic version of the story.

However, Chi Chufeng felt that the real clue should be this, and the story just now was fabricated based on this to create atmosphere.

Chapter 479 Have you had enough fun?

"Don't you think this poem is the most fitting description of what's about to happen in this villa?"

Ikumi Gunda scoffed, resting her chin on her hands and saying in a languid tone, "Don't be silly. If you want to fight each other, you not only have to consider who your opponent is, but also whether we're even interested."

The dummy with the loudspeaker did not directly answer Ikumi Gunda's question, but continued to announce in a loud tone.

"None of you can quit this game halfway through, because you have already been bewitched by the magic I used and have no way to escape!"

"Now we're just waiting for one of you to let out the first scream, and then the game will begin."

"Listen up, whoever finds the treasure must go to the central room on the fourth floor and enter its location into the computer."

"I will keep my promise and tell the winner half of the treasure and how to leave this place."

As soon as he finished speaking, painful sobs rang out around everyone.

Turning his head 160 degrees, he saw Mogi Harufumi struggling to stand up, his hands gripping his throat, his eyes wide open, his pupils trembling.

"what!"

The crowd gasped in surprise, wondering how quickly the mastermind's words had come true.

But a few seconds later, Harufumi Mogi released his grip on his throat, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"Hehe...Do I act well?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but only Akatsuki Kaze looked at Mogi Harufumi's neck with his eyes narrowed slightly.

On the neck of Mogi Harufumi, where he had just pinched himself, there was a dark blue mark.

Would someone put on an act and then be so ruthless to themselves?

If he hadn't stopped in time, given the force he had just "performed," Chi Chufeng had no doubt that he could have strangled himself to death.

It was just a prank, why take it so seriously?

Just then, the same sound came again.

This time, it was the foodie detective Ogami Shuzen sitting opposite him. He was also clutching his throat in pain, and after a few whimpers, he leaned back and fell to the ground.

Having learned from Mogi Harufumi's experience, everyone felt that the same prank would lose its appeal after being repeated twice.

"Have you had enough fun?"

"Get up when you're done playing, the ground is cold..."

Everyone was unimpressed by Da Shang Zhu Shan's "performance," but only the little soul figure that Chi Chu Feng emerged from above his head knew that the situation was different.

Chi Chufeng said calmly, "He wasn't playing a prank; he really is dead..."

"what!"

The detectives' faces changed color, and they all came over to examine the body of Da Shang Zhu Shan.

"Cardiopulmonary function has been confirmed to have stopped."

"His lips weren't bluish or purple, but they had a potassium cyanide smell, like bitter almonds."

Everyone's expression changed.

Chi Chufeng's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Suddenly, a black mist surged rapidly from all around the room, transformed into a bird, grabbed Da Shang Zhu Shan's soul, and flew out the window.

Chi Chufeng used his Eye of Space to track it until it disappeared somewhere.