Conan Rick's Investigator

Qin Zhibo searched for Kudo Yusaku's character entry again and carefully checked every book he wrote.

Unlike the Yusaku Kudo of the original world, the Yusaku Kudo of this world mainly writes short and medium-length stories, and has few long works.

Now that I have taken a closer look at the title, I do see something is amiss.

For example, "The Witches' Feast"... the title of this book is obviously related to witches.

Out of curiosity, Qin Zhibo searched for the TXT file of this book on the Internet and began to read it carefully.

……

In the cockpit, Mine Fujiko and Conan looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, breathed a sigh of relief, and took their hands off the control panel.

Once the aircraft enters the set route, it can be switched to autopilot mode.

The main responsibilities of the two pilots are to take off, land, and perform operations when encountering special situations.

"Little friend, I didn't expect your skills to be so good~"

"Here's a reward for you. What kind of drink would you like? I'll get it for you..."

Fujiko Mine twisted her body, and her graceful figure followed the curve of the chair, lying across Conan's face.

Conan sat in his chair, not looking at Mine Fujiko, and just said casually: "Juice will be fine."

Seeing that Conan didn't dare to look at him directly, he smiled and was about to get up and leave, but stopped again.

"Little boy, don't you feel stuffy wearing this paper bag all the time?"

"Actually, the moment you showed up, I knew who you were..."

Although Conan was wearing a brown paper bag the whole time, from his remarkable airplane operation skills, clothes, and height, Mine Fujiko had already guessed that the child in front of her was the elementary school student who chased her yesterday.

The irrefutable evidence is the skateboard, which Conan also carries with him.

It's just that the skateboard was knocked into the Tsutsumi River by his motorcycle yesterday. Mine Fujiko was a little surprised that the skateboard was fished out in such a short time.

Conan touched the paper bag on his head. It was not that he didn't want to take it off, but Qin Zhibo said that he should try his best to distinguish his identity from the "Conan" in this world.

Even if everyone thinks that he is "Conan", he will never admit it, otherwise it may change the subsequent development of this world.

"The detective never takes off his mask..." Conan replied in a serious voice.

"Huh?" Mine Fujiko was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be angry and said, "Do you think you're a Mexican wrestler?"

"Forget it, since you like wearing it, then wear it. I'll see how you drink later..."

Fujiko Mine left the cockpit, twisting her slender waist.

Conan finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took the brown paper bag off his head so that the skin on his face could get some fresh air.

The woman was right. How would I drink with this paper bag in between?

You can lift the paper bag a little to expose your mouth so that you can drink from it.

But with Mine Fujiko's personality, if he saw the paper bag being lifted up, he might reach out and forcibly take the bag off his head at any time.

Let's find a way...

Conan looked at the two holes in the paper bag, and suddenly had an idea, so he tore a long hole at the mouth.

Now, the three holes correspond to two eyes and one mouth.

Since it's already like this, I might as well go all out and make two more nostrils so that I can breathe more smoothly...

Conan used his hands-on ability again and tore two nostrils on the paper bag.

Although the finished product has one big nostril and one small nostril, which does not look very beautiful, it is sufficient.

Conan put the reworked mask on his head.

I feel much more comfortable now...

Conan was quite satisfied with the comfort of the reprocessed paper bag mask, and the wearing effect was also not compromised.

He just couldn't believe that there was someone in this world who could recognize him just by his nostrils and mouth.

After doing all this, Conan took advantage of the rare free time and took out "The Whisperer in the Night" from his arms which he brought out from Kudo's house.

The name of this book is the closest to the original world's work "Duke of the Dark Night" by Kudo Yusaku.

Although it was just a thin hardcover booklet, it was enough to arouse Conan's interest.

Conan opened the booklet titled "Whisper in the Dark" and began to read.

……

Airplane cabin.

Princess Mira had a crazy night out in Tokyo with Fujiko Mine last night. As soon as the plane stabilized, she fell into a deep sleep on the chair.

Qin Zhibo looked at "Witch's Banquet" on the laptop, and his eyes gradually became restless.

As guessed at the beginning, this book is about a witch, but from the perspective of an investigator.

The story takes place during the world-famous Salem witch trials in 1692.

The story tells of a foreign reporter who rushed from Boston to the Salem area to report on the witch cases.

At night, as soon as the reporter stepped onto the stone bridge leading to the town of Salem, he encountered a "ghost wall" and was trapped in the suburbs near the stone bridge, unable to enter or leave.

Not only that, the space near the stone bridge seemed to be plunged into eternal darkness, unable to greet the dawn, and no pedestrians passed by the stone bridge.

In this way, the reporter was trapped on the stone bridge for two full days. Not only did he have to worry about wild animals in the roadside forest attacking him at night, but the dry food he brought with him was almost gone.

In this desperate environment, the reporter almost collapsed.

But just at this moment, the reporter on the stone bridge met several young people who came to Salem from other places for sightseeing.

These young people ignored the reporter's advice, cursed the reporter as a psychopath, and insisted on crossing the stone bridge into Salem Town.

The result was just as the reporter expected. The team of young people turned back to the stone bridge from another direction. After several consecutive attempts, they were also trapped on the stone bridge.

Although everyone was trapped here, the reporter felt somewhat relieved at this moment, at least he was not alone at the moment.

But soon, everyone realized a very serious problem, which was food shortage.

Although the stream under the stone bridge could provide a constant supply of water, the food the young man brought was only enough for three days.

No one wanted to sit idly by, so they tried various things.

For example: marking the bridge deck and road surface with markers, sending people to walk from both directions of the stone bridge at the same time, shouting for help in the direction of Salem Town, and lighting a huge bonfire on the bridge to attract outsiders.

But without exception, these attempts ended in failure.

Finally, before their food ran out, they decided to give it a try and head towards the forests on both sides of the road.

Because this space was always dark and the roars of wild beasts could be heard from the forest from time to time, during the few days they were trapped, the unarmed people did not dare to enter the forest to explore, and even had to have at least two people on guard when they slept.

But now this is the only possible chance to escape.

Everyone was divided into two teams, one man and all the women stayed on the bridge, and the other men, including the reporter, went into the forest with simple torches.

While exploring the forest, everyone was extremely nervous. The beasts in the forest seemed to have sensed the scent of "food" and stopped roaring, but the rustling sounds in the bushes were still heard, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

They explored cautiously until they found a wolf waiting for them in a clearing.

The wolf was the size of an adult, with eyes emitting a pale white glow and looking extremely ferocious. Its black fur was covered in blood, as if it had just had a feast of flesh and blood.

In the light of the fire, the giant wolf pounced on the people.

The people, who only had simple torches and sticks, did not dare to fight the giant wolf and were frightened and fled in all directions in the forest.

The reporter was just running for his life at a very fast speed. Soon, the rest of his companions were left behind.

From time to time, the screams and desperate cries of the group of young people could be heard from the woods, but the reporter did not dare to go out at all and could only hide in a tree hole and shiver.

Gradually, the reporter fainted due to nervousness and hunger.

After an unknown amount of time, the reporter woke up from hunger again, and seemed to see the light of dawn before opening his eyes.

But when I opened my eyes, I found it was still dark outside.

He was extremely hungry and remembered that his companions on the stone bridge still had a little dry food. Although he was afraid of the wild beasts outside, especially the giant wolf, he still bravely left the tree hole where he was hiding.

The reporter wandered aimlessly in the woods, but by chance he did not lose his way and soon found the body of a companion.

The bodies of their companions had been torn to pieces by the giant wolves, and their bloody bodies were so mangled that it was difficult to discern their former appearance.

The further the reporter walked, the more corpses he saw. At the same time, his head was dizzy with hunger. The world in front of him seemed to be boiling water, and was covered with a layer of blood mist.

The reporter saw too many corpses of his companions, and his brain gradually became numb. He kept repeating in his mouth, "I am the only one who survived."

Keep going until you are out of the forest.

The reporter came to the side of the road and saw street lights that did not belong to this era in a trance. The reporter could only describe it as "a kind of high pillar with the dawn and the sun hanging on it."

The reporter thought it was the "sun" and knelt devoutly under the street light, bowing to the warm light.

It was not until his scalp was broken and blood flowed into his eyes that the reporter regained consciousness and got up from the ground.

He walked along the road and soon returned to the stone bridge that he had been thinking about.

On the stone bridge, a male and other female companions who stayed behind were all bitten by animals, leaving behind their mutilated bodies.

But the reporter no longer cared about this. He no longer cared about the death of his companions, he just wanted to fill his hungry stomach.

He stumbled and crawled to the stream under the stone bridge, buried his head in the stream, and drank it gurglingly.

The reporter only raised his head slowly after drinking until he felt like vomiting.

But the moment he stood up, suddenly, a strong feeling of nausea came over him.

He looked down at the stream, and it turned out not to be water, but blood!

In the upper reaches of the stream, the bodies of the companions who died in the forest were thrown there casually, and the pink pus-filled intestines swayed with the water.

The reporter was so frightened that he fell to the ground, vomiting, and then he got up and ran to the side of the road.

At this time, he looked at the stone bridge and found that the corpses on the stone bridge were crawling like zombies, falling from the fence beside the bridge into the stream one by one, splashing blood-red water.

The reporter could no longer bear it, his mind collapsed, and he ran into the forest.

At this moment, he was desperately seeking death, screaming in the dark woods, trying to attract the attention of the giant wolf so that he could die quickly.

But no matter how he screamed for death, no matter how the beasts in the bushes approached him, they would not attack him.

Until the reporter was exhausted and fell into a bush.

But at this moment, fate played a trick on him, and a heartwarming light actually came from between his eyelids.

It was a farmhouse, full of haystacks, right on the edge of the forest, and there were lights on inside the house.

The reporter's eyes widened, and he saw that as his hope of survival, and rushed towards the farmhouse regardless of his own safety.

He pushed open the door and saw an old farmer couple inside, looking at him in surprise.

The reporter finally collapsed in front of the door exhausted after seeing the living person.

When the reporter woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was already in a warm bed with all the injuries on his body bandaged. There was a bowl of fragrant broth at the bedside.

The farmer and his wife came over, handed the broth to the reporter, and kindly asked where the reporter came from and how he got into this state.

The reporter didn't want to talk about what happened before and just wanted to rest, but he thought about the witch trials again.

"The witch trials? They're all over. All 19 witches were sentenced to death by hanging..."

"You've been sleeping for two days. Now that it's daybreak, I can take you to see our local pastor..."

The reporter suddenly realized something and looked out the window.

Outside that chaotic window, it was still dark.

The reporter turned around and looked at the old farmer and his wife, but they had turned into zombies, and the broth in their hands was a mixture of blood and minced meat.

The reporter screamed and ran out of bed, picked up an axe from the stove, and split the necks and heads of the two zombies in front of him with two strokes.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, the reporter gasped and fell to the ground again.

But at this moment, the scenery around him suddenly turned black and fell into endless darkness again.

This is not a stone bridge, but an absolutely dark space.

Around the reporters, countless figures in black robes appeared one by one in the darkness.

The light became slightly brighter, and the space where these robed figures were located became clearer. It turned out to be a very modern hall with dim electric lights overhead.

"Very good, you have successfully completed the task..."