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

Because if Chi Chufeng appeared in his original identity, it could have unpredictable consequences for the events.

Chapter 541 Is Conan an illegitimate child?

Akatsuka led Conan and followed the white-bearded butler into the villa.

Conan asked, "I heard there was a vampire murder case here?"

The white-bearded butler glanced at Conan curiously.

Chi Chufeng smiled and said, "This little guy aspires to be a detective, so he is very interested in solving cases."

The white-bearded butler nodded in realization, squinting as he explained, "Vampires are just legends, but there are indeed murder cases."

"About half a year ago, the body of the maid, Ms. Shimizu, was found in the forest next to this mansion. It was raining that day. Ms. Shimizu was hanging upside down and tied to a wooden stake stuck in the ground. There were two small holes in her neck, and it looked as if all the blood in her body had been sucked out."

"The body was discovered by an elderly couple who were picking wild vegetables. It is said that because the skin of the body was so white, they initially thought it was a scarecrow used to ward off bears."

"It does sound like a vampire committing murder, but it must have been someone else who did it, right?" Conan said.

“It was raining that day, and the ground was all muddy. No one saw any suspicious people, so the police investigation didn’t find anything.”

The old butler said, "At first, the police suspected the master because Miss Shimizu had complained to the head chef that the master had been very frightening lately and that she was afraid she was in danger. She wanted to quit her job as a maid, and then that kind of thing happened."

"Your master?" Conan asked in surprise.

"However, the master has an alibi. During the time when Miss Shimizu's death was suspected, the master stayed in his room sleeping. Ironically, it was the chef who proved this."

The old butler talked as he walked.

“It’s understandable that Miss Shimizu would be scared, because the master has indeed been acting strangely since then. To avoid sunlight, he has been sleeping in his room all day. Recently, he has even thrown away all the silverware that he used to love, saying that he is allergic to silver or something.”

"Just two days ago, the master smashed a soup bowl. It contained the soup he used to love, which had garlic in it. He angrily said that it would cause his blood to rot and that he never wanted to see it again."

Conan frowned and said, "It does sound a lot like the legendary vampire."

"That's probably how it looks in the eyes of the maid, Shimizu-san; it's practically like the behavior of a vampire."

As they crossed the courtyard, the old butler paused and turned back.

"The sun is about to set, and the master should be getting up soon. So, before dinner is prepared, Mr. Feng, please take a stroll around the building. The matter of inheritance will be discussed after dinner."

Although the old butler said so, it's not advisable to wander around aimlessly; it would be better if someone could lead the way.

And if you encounter someone from a villa, you'll have to explain yourself.

Conan asked, "If it's alright, could you take us to meet the chef first?"

“Okay.” The butler nodded.

The Torakura family has three chefs, but there is only one head chef. The other two are young assistants. When the old butler brought Akatsuka and Conan to the kitchen, the scene was bustling with activity.

It's clear that the Torakura family has quite a few guests this time. I heard they are all relatives of the same generation who have inheritance rights, since the owner of the house has neither a spouse nor children.

"Ah? Yes, I was the chef who testified for the master six months ago,"

Hearing Conan's question, the somewhat chubby chef replied while cooking, "That day, the master wanted to taste the soup as soon as he got up, so he asked me to deliver the soup to him and wake him up at the same time."

"Although I wasn't watching him the whole time, the master certainly never left the coffin, because before he closed the coffin lid, he told me that recently someone seemed to have opened the coffin lid while he was sleeping to see how he was sleeping, and asked me to put something on the lid."

"Wait, wait a minute," Conan said, his brow twitching. "You just said a coffin?"

“Yes,” the chef stopped what he was doing and said, “The master likes to sleep in a coffin, so that time I put three sesame seeds on the coffin lid. When I woke him up, the sesame seeds were still in the same place, which means the coffin had not been opened.”

Conan emerged from the kitchen, resting his chin on his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

Chi Chufeng led him to the dining room, which was not far from the kitchen.

There were already quite a few people inside. Just as Chi Chufeng was about to go in, a young maid suddenly bumped into him from behind, clumsily.

Chi Chufeng turned around and helped the little maid.

"I'm so sorry," the maid apologized, blushing. "Um, you must be the Mr. Kaze that the butler mentioned? I'm Hikaru, you can just call me Hikaru-chan."

The people in the restaurant noticed the commotion at the entrance and all looked over.

"A little boy?" A woman with light-colored long hair looked pale when she saw Conan. "What's going on? My older brother has an illegitimate child?! This is outrageous!"

Conan looked completely bewildered.

What illegitimate child?

Chapter 542 The Burden of a Little Maid

"How could that be?" A square-faced man wearing glasses explained with a smile, "If he had an illegitimate child, my brother wouldn't have called us here."

"That means if there really is an illegitimate child, then Bo Mi's inheritance will definitely not go to us brothers and sisters, but will go directly to the child."

The woman who spoke looked quite old and was dressed very elegantly. She seemed to have covered her wrinkles with thick foundation, but her slightly loose skin still showed signs of aging.

"That's hard to say, Shouyu," a fair-skinned man with long blond hair said with a smile to the crowd.

"Didn't he suddenly bring someone back a few years ago? A beautiful fiancée who was much older than him and had a child. So it's not surprising that he might have an illegitimate child, is it?"

The pretty boy joked to everyone, "However, that fiancée wasn't very lucky; she died soon after. Oh, right, that should be a good thing for you all."

"You bastard!" A man with a buzz cut, who looked like a physical education teacher or coach, grabbed the pretty boy by the collar and said angrily, "If I ever hear you say something like that again, I won't let you off the hook!"

"W-what?" the pretty boy chuckled dryly. "Don't you actually think you're lucky? If you had really gotten married and she were still alive, you wouldn't have gotten any inheritance, right? Or are you secretly eyeing that woman with the child?"

"Gentlemen," the old butler introduced as he appeared at the restaurant entrance.

"This Mr. Feng is a guest invited by the master. He is of very high status, and his power and wealth far exceed those of our Yincang family. The master specially invited him to witness the inheritance of the Yincang family's estate. Mr. Feng, please take a seat."

After Chi Chufeng sat down, the old butler introduced everyone one by one.

Those present were the villa owner's younger siblings and their relatives.

The square-faced middle-aged man and the woman with light-colored long hair beside him are Futakura Masanobu and his wife, Torakura Ruri.

The older woman is Torakura Moriyo, the eldest daughter of the Torakura family, who is currently 60 years old.

The young, blond man next to her is named Hanekawa Johei, and he is her boyfriend. The two are more than thirty years apart in age.

Torakura Mina, the second daughter of the Torakura family, wears glasses.

The man with a buzz cut is the third son of the Yincang family.

The people in the restaurant looked somewhat uneasy, all staring at Chi Chufeng with great curiosity.

It's rare to find someone with far more wealth than their family and still so young.

Moreover, he looks very imposing, which is obviously not just about being rich, but also about being very powerful.

After the introductions were finished, the old butler looked at the maid who was standing there dumbfounded: "Xiao Guang, is dinner ready?"

"Ah, yes!" The maid snapped out of her daze and hurriedly replied, "The chef sent me to ask if we can serve the dishes now."

"Let's start serving the dishes," the old butler nodded, squinting. "I think everyone has been waiting for a long time."

The restaurant is decorated quite lavishly, in a typical Western aristocratic style.

After Conan sat down, his gaze remained fixed on the Torakura family members, as was his habit.

This family has a large group of heirs, a chaotic situation, and their relationships don't seem to be very good.

"Is the owner of this house, Mr. Torakura Sakoya, suffering from an incurable disease?" Conan asked during the meal.

"Yes, it's said that there are only about six months left, which is why we came to this dinner party."

"Because the invitation stated that those who are absent will not inherit the estate,"

The pretty boy, Hanekawa Johei, sipped his red wine and looked at the aura of nobility emanating from Akatsuki Kaze, saying self-deprecatingly, "We're not like Mr. Kaze. We're all short of money. We might not even be able to survive without an inheritance."

"Hey! That's enough!"

The sons of the Yincang family had never liked this gigolo who was marrying a rich woman, and now their expressions became even more unpleasant.

Hanekawa Johei smiled dismissively. They were all just pretending, clearly only concerned with the inheritance.

"But speaking of which," Hanekawa Johei put down his wine glass and turned to the empty seat at the head of the table, "why hasn't Mr. Sakoya arrived yet?"

“Yes,” the second daughter, Torakura Mina, added, “He used to start complaining about the food around this time.”

“Um…” said the little maid, A-Guang, who was standing quietly to the side, “I’ll go check on the master’s room. He’s probably still sleeping.”

"Really."

The eldest daughter of the Yincang family watched the maid leave the restaurant.

"Why keep this burden behind? Is Sakoya planning to give her an inheritance too?"

“That might be the case,” Hanekawa Johei continued, drinking. “After all, she is, in a sense, that fiancée’s child.”

Amidst the discussions, Chi Chufeng calmly savored his food, waiting for the event to unfold.

Conan, meanwhile, was quietly turning his little head as he ate.

More than the issue of inheritance, he was actually more interested in figuring out the murder of the maid six months ago. Despite the chef's testimony, Mr. Torikura Sakuya was still quite suspicious.

It seems to be an alibi that he deliberately created for himself.

The key issue is the coffin, but if there were a secret passage underground, the police should have discovered it by now.