Conan Rick's Investigator

"Revenge for our companions from 300 years ago..."

"This is the witches' magical feast..."

When these rumbling words fell, the reporter's head suddenly began to hurt sharply, and countless memories emerged from the depths of his mind.

He's not a reporter from Boston.

He was just an ordinary young man from Salem town, who went to other places with other young people to purchase supplies.

On the way back, he passed by a stone bridge and suddenly had an epileptic seizure. He fell in the middle of the road foaming at the mouth.

Some people went to the town to call a doctor, while others took care of the patient where he was.

He suddenly went crazy and bit his companions around him, and killed them with his newly bought axe.

The companions who came back to fetch the doctor were also tortured and killed by him like crazy.

He threw all the bodies into the stream under the stone bridge, and the clear water was dyed red.

Finally, he took an axe to the home of the old farmer who first reported the witch and killed both old men.

When the "reporter" regained consciousness, he was tied to a chair with ropes, and the surrounding villagers were filled with anger.

And in the face of countless people's judgment and curses, he just smiled lightly.

"I deserved it..."

He reported a girl from the same town as a witch just because she rejected his confession, which led to her being hanged.

Chapter 1069 Qin Zhibo: Still a famous detective? I'm tired!

After reading the whole story, Qin Zhibo couldn't help rubbing his sore eyes.

If it is a book for curiosity, the content is indeed exciting enough, and the atmosphere of horror and suspense is created just right.

Especially at the end, the interaction between the past 300 years ago and the modern witch ritual can be called a "divine twist".

The essence of this story is probably that 300 years after the Salem witch trials, the witches held a magic feast ceremony, mind-controlled the young people of Salem town 300 years ago, and slaughtered the culprits who caused the witch trials that year.

1692 years after 300 is 1992, which is also the time in the real world when the Massachusetts State House rehabilitated the reputations of all victims of the witch trials.

It is now 1996, and Kudo Yusaku wrote this book four years ago, so it seems that he is trying to ride on the popularity of the book.

Fortunately, "female boxers" and "boxing" are not popular now, otherwise Kudo Yusaku's behavior would definitely be exposed.

If this content could be made into a movie or a game, the effect would probably be even better.

However, based on this book alone, Qin Zhibo could not judge what Kudo Yusaku knew.

This is just an ordinary book, and the witches' "demon feast" is only mentioned at the end of the story, which is the finishing touch.

As for how witches are inherited and maintained, what kind of organizational structure and magic they possess, there is no mention of it.

Qin Zhibo searched for "old seals" on the Internet again, and the answer to the question was given on the website of a enthusiast association created by some enthusiasts of related culture.

Old Seal: In Kudo Yusaku's series of works, it is a kind of amulet-like thing, usually used to repel mythical creatures, and sometimes even cause certain special damage to them.

The answer is obvious. The old seal in this world is also an item set by Kudo Yusaku and does not actually exist.

So the "old seal" on Xiaolan's desk is actually a kind of cultural peripheral?

But why?

Why can Kudo Yusaku accurately predict the mythical creatures of the "original world" and tell them in the form of.

Just as Qin Zhibo was leaning on the side of his face with one hand and stroking his temple with his index and middle fingers in thought, Feng Fujiko came quietly.

"Great Detective, what would you like to drink?"

Qin Zhibo was startled when his identity was revealed and looked to the side.

I saw Fujiko Mine pushing a beverage cart, dressed in a stewardess uniform, which complemented the look perfectly.

Qin Zhibo glanced at the beverage bottles of various colors, all of which had their lids opened, and waved his hand, "Do you have any unopened mineral water?"

Feng Fujiko covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled, then said cheerfully, "There's no bottled water here."

"But don't worry about me drugging you. I can have a drink with you."

Feng Fujiko picked up a bottle of champagne, pulled out the lid with a "bang", and poured two glasses under Qin Zhibo's nose.

"Which cup do you want?"

Feng Fujiko held two glasses of wine in his left and right hands and let Qin Zhibo choose.

Qin Zhibo glanced at the two glasses of wine and casually picked up the champagne glass in his right hand which was closer to him.

Fujiko Mine moved the champagne glass from her left hand to her right hand, sat opposite Qin Zhibo, and raised her pair of round and sexy long legs.

"I heard from that kid that you are a detective team?" Mine Fujiko asked after taking a sip of the light golden champagne.

When Qin Zhibo heard this, he realized how his identity was discovered. It turned out that there was a traitor.

"Humph, that brat told you everything..."

Now that it has been exposed, Qin Zhibo does not hide it.

Fujiko Mine smiled with satisfaction and took another sip of her wine. "You're the Great Detective, he's the Little Detective, so you're the Big and Small Detective Team?"

Just when Feng Fujiko thought she could give this self-righteous man some more surprises, Qin Zhibo shook his head.

"No, no."

"The full name of our group is 'Big Head Son and Small Head Dad'..."

"So, he's older, and I..." Qin Zhibo didn't finish that word, and stopped abruptly at the right moment, "Do you understand now?"

"puff--"

Hearing this bizarre explanation, Mine Fujiko was so shocked that she burst out laughing.

Is it this “big” and “small”?

But I have to say that the child's head is really big, and even an adult's helmet doesn't have enough space for him to wear it.

"I can't believe you went through life and death with your son?"

"What if I don't take him with me? Damn it, he'll run away and I'll have to be both his father and his mother..."

Qin Zhibo also started to make up stories. Anyway, he didn't plan to stay in this world for a long time, and he also avoided Mine Fujiko's idea of testing Conan's life experience again.

"Then you have a truly miserable life... Let's drink to your miserable life..."

"Cheers to that stinking bitch who got away."

Qin Zhibo and Feng Fujiko clinked their glasses, and the two champagne glasses made a crisp sound when they collided in the air.

The two of them took a sip of wine face to face, and Mine Fujiko continued to ask.

"So, you taught that kid how to fly a plane, but you yourself can't fly a plane?"

Sure enough, Mine Fujiko is not so easy to fool.

But Qin Zhibo was also a master at playing dumb, "That wasn't taught by me, it was taught by his mother."

"Did his mother teach you?"

"Yes, his mother taught me."

"Then what do you know?"

"I can jerk off."

"Masturbation?" Fujiko Mine had a puzzled look on her face, not understanding this traditional craft developed by postmodern people.

"Yeah, otherwise how could we have shot down that motherf**k plane and then given birth to that kid?"

Mine Fujiko's brain reacted for a moment, and then she realized that the man in front of her was not telling the truth and was just trying to fool her.

"Hmph~!"

Fujiko Mine pressed the champagne glass hard on the table, a few drops of wine splashed out of the glass, and stood up angrily.

"Don't think I can't cure you just because you don't tell the truth!"

The next moment, Mine Fujiko's anger turned into a smile. "Are you feeling weak, dizzy, or light-headed now?"

After Mine Fujiko's reminder, Qin Zhibo actually felt some physical discomfort.

He looked at Mine Fujiko in shock, and blurted out a word angrily.

"you……!"

Mine Fujiko's smile turned devilish as she explained, "Actually, I drugged the champagne you drank..."

"As long as you fall asleep, I can throw you from a height of ten thousand feet at any time, and the kid in the cab won't even know about it."

"When the plane lands, he'll find out 'Dad' is gone..."

Mine Fujiko's smile went from charming, to devilish, to evil, in just a breath.

This is also the "art of controlling men" that Fujiko Mine is proud of.

The men conquered by her are often in heaven one second and trapped in hell the next, unable to extricate themselves.

Qin Zhibo's body was completely limp, with cold sweat soaking his chest. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have fainted long ago.

"Aren't you afraid of fainting?"

Qin Zhibo saw the cold sweat on Feng Fujiko's forehead and realized that her condition was not good either, and she was at the end of her strength.

Obviously, in order to trick Qin Zhibo into drinking the drugged wine, Feng Fujiko also used himself as a bet.

This scene is somewhat similar to the one when Vermouth released the hypnotic gas in her mobile phone and risked her life to bet with Qin Zhibo on who would wake up first.

But things are different now. Qin Zhibo can feel that the effect of this medicine is far better than hypnotic gas, and it is impossible to wake him up by relying on Shui Lai Yang Meng's screams alone.

Moreover, Fujiko Mine dared to use such a trick, certainly not to risk her life with a strange man.

Feng Fujiko raised the corner of his mouth, "Why should I worry? I have the antidote here..."

Mine Fujiko stretched out her delicate hand to her chest, and a small white pill appeared between her fingers.

At this moment, Qin Zhibo, who was lying on the chair, suddenly exploded like a beast, and pounced on Feng Fujiko with all his strength.

Mine Fujiko was wearing high heels and her body was also poisoned, so her lower body was weak and she couldn't dodge in time, so she was directly thrown to the ground by Qin Zhibo on the red carpet aisle.

"what--!"

Mine Fujiko fell heavily to the ground and let out a scream, and the pills in her hand fell more than 1 meter away.

Qin Zhibo didn't care about much else and quickly crawled towards the antidote while he still had a little strength.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Fujiko, who had fallen, quickly pounced on Qin Zhibo from behind. His long legs entangled Qin Zhibo's lower body like a water snake, and his two arms also wrapped around Qin Zhibo's arms, preventing him from reaching out to take the medicine.

Both of them were on the verge of unconsciousness, and they had very little strength left. They could only stay where they were, occasionally flapping their bodies slightly like mating animals.

The pill was right in front of them, less than 10 cm away from their heads, but neither of them could take it.

While they were struggling, Mine Fujiko spoke breathlessly.

"I, I only have one antidote..."

"Let me eat... otherwise the plane won't be able to land..."

Seeing that Qin Zhibo still refused to give in, Feng Fujiko quickly spoke up to make a promise.

"I, I promise...I won't hurt you..."

But Qin Zhibo no longer listened to anything this cunning woman said. He had to take the initiative no matter what.

At the critical moment, Qin Zhibo stretched his neck to the limit, pressed his face against the ground, and stretched his tongue to the limit.

The tip of the tongue moved closer and closer to the pill until it touched.

Taking advantage of the stickiness of his tongue, he actually licked the pill into his mouth!

Qin Zhibo, whose vision was gradually becoming dim, did not dare to delay. He quickly combined the pill with the saliva secreted in his mouth and swallowed the antidote down his throat with the last bit of his strength.

Feng Fujiko, who was pestering Qin Zhibo, had no idea that Qin Zhibo's will to survive would be so strong. She could only watch the antidote being licked from the ground and swallowed by the man.

"you……"

"nausea……"