Although she was a guest who took the liberty of disturbing, Ms. Su Fang's mansion was large enough, and some of the rooms were vacant for him to choose.

Of course, he didn't have the qualifications to choose his own room, so one of the twin maids, Honami, took him to a certain room on the second floor.

Although it was past twelve o'clock in the morning, Kurosawa Silver didn't feel too sleepy, and sat on the edge of the bed in pajamas to pass the time.

There aren't any good books here, it's all about masks and curses, but the bored Kurosawa still enjoys reading with relish, especially when he listens to the music playing from his phone with headphones.

But he was quickly argued.

The noise outside is getting louder and louder, let alone reading, it's so noisy that people's hearts can't be calmed down.

The green tendons on Kurosawa's forehead jumped, closed the book with a bang, pulled out the headphones and walked out of bed, pushed the door and walked out.

He instinctively went to the noisiest position, which was the Kamen Hall.

When he went down the stairs, he saw Lan Chuan walking towards him, and he was yawning, but the faint smell of the latter's body made him instinctively tighten his eyebrows.

"Kurosawa, what happened in the middle of the night?" Lan Chuan didn't notice Kurosawa Silver's abnormality, just rubbed his eyes, his voice was still faintly nasal, and he didn't wake up, "I slept just right." ”

"I don't know. Go inside and have a look. ”

The Mori family plus Honami, who lives in the East Wing, have all gathered here for some reason.

When Lanchuan and Kurosawa entered, Honami was holding a landline to call Minaho and ask her to open the door to the West Wing.

"What are you arguing about, it's so late......" Before the words fell, Lan Chuan was startled by the empty shelves in the masquerade hall, "Schoble's masquerade...... This ......"

It's a pity that no one can answer him now.

Suinami of the West Wing panicked and took the key to open the door, and at this time, the movement also disturbed the people in the West Wing, and the home run king, the fortune teller and the lawyer got up one after another, and followed Maori to the front of Ms. Su Fang's bedroom on the third floor of the West Wing.

Maori moved the doorknob but couldn't open it at all, Conan hurriedly stretched out his hand and pointed to a small air window on the door, ignoring the other people's questions, Maori Kogoro just had a cold face, smashed the vase hard against the air window, and peeked in.

Then a look of shock appeared on his face.

He saw that in the dim room, Ms. Su Fang was lying on the big red and white bed, her eyes were protruding, her mouth was wide open, her former graceful temperament was replaced by horror, a large area of blood oozed from her neck, two hundred Schobl masks perched beside her with a smile, and the corners of the lips of the mask closest to her were even stained with blood.

It's like Schable's mask sucking blood—

Lan Chuan asked anxiously, Mao Li briefly told Su Fang and the appearance of the mask who didn't know life and death, and asked if there was any other exit, he saw a door on the opposite side, but that door was said to be sealed and could not enter or exit at all.

"Uncle, let me in through the window!" Conan couldn't wait to ask for help, and his face was anxious.

"That's all there is to it......" Although he felt that it was not appropriate for a child to enter such a terrifying place, but thinking of the extraordinary things that Conan usually was, Maori stood on the chair and carefully knocked off the remaining debris on the air window with a vase, Xiaolan pulled the tablecloth and let Maori cushion the air window, and then put Conan inside.

Under Maori's instructions, Conan approached Su Fang, but the other party was already out of breath.

Lan Chuan, who was outside the door, turned pale when he heard the news, and clenched his fists: "Teacher......"

Conan found the key next to the bed, moved the chair and opened the door again, Lan Chuan immediately wanted to rush in, but was stopped by Maori, in order not to destroy the scene, these people could only watch Maori approach Su Fang alone and check the other party's wounds.

"The wound is on the neck, it can be said that it is a knife to kill, the means are too ruthless. ”

Maori's words made Lan Chuan and the others even paler.

The photographer looked horrified: "Mr. Maori, do you mean...... Is this what he killed?"

"How is this possible? This door is obviously locked!" The home run king was also incredulous.

Amid the chatter, Conan walked slowly in the dark room, then picked up a piece of paper lying on the ground, his pupils dyed black, the light of the lenses completely obscured his eyes, and he whispered, "My curse has been fulfilled......"

"What's that?" Mori Kogoro instinctively got goosebumps.

"The murderer's criminal statement. Conan held the piece of paper, which was arranged vertically with words cut and pasted from newspapers, and the words were written with a sneer in a mask, as if there was a person behind his back mocking the humility of life, mocking the incompetence of those who challenged the power of the curse, "The messenger of the cursed mask. ”

Panic spread to everyone.

The soothsayer is holding up the cards in his hand, and the skull-headed Grim Reaper is smiling with a scythe.

The twin maids in their pajamas hugged each other and slumped to the ground, their delicate faces full of fear of unknown forces, and they whispered in unison with trembling voices: "This is a curse...... It must be the curse of the mask...... The teacher was killed by the curse of these masks!"

"The curse of the mask killed Ms. Su Fang? It's nonsense!" Conan sneered in his heart, but the expression on his face was extremely solemn, "However, the murder scene is a secret room, what kind of method did the murderer use...... Whoever killed Ms. Su Fang?"

He racked his brains, but he didn't have a clue.

But while frowning and thinking, a beam of light suddenly crossed his mind, and he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked up in the direction of Kurosawa Gin.

The bloody scene still made Kurosawa Silver a little uncomfortable, so he reached out to cover half of his face, but Conan still noticed that there was something wrong with the emotion in his unmasked eyes.

Conan tried to find Kurosawa Silver and he found some clues, but he finally stopped.

"Hey, Kudo, next time we meet, don't show mercy......"

......

Kurosawa Gin, who had changed his clothes, sat at the dining table with the others and waited for the police to investigate the situation.

Lan Chuan's expression had been very low, and the faces of the others were also shrouded in a layer of haze.

Kurosawa Silver stared at Lan Chuan's side face for a while, then turned his head away, and suddenly stood up with his arms propped up and walked out.

Lan Chuan, who was sitting next to him, was disturbed by his movements, and instinctively raised his head, but he only saw Kurosawa Yin's back after saying "go to the toilet" and disappeared.

Kurosawa Silver directly found a private room and buried it, took out the notebook he was carrying, opened it, bit open the pen cover with his mouth, buckled the pen cover back to the pen barrel, and then drew a sketch on the notebook.

The first picture is a sketch of Su Fang's room.

The only door that could be opened was locked by the victim from the inside of the room, and two locks were attached, the door to the next bedroom directly opposite the bed was sealed, and the lattice-like board on it could not be passed through even an arm, and the two windows in the room were sealed without any abnormality.

The second diagram is a sketch of the dwelling.

Su Fang was in the bedroom on the third floor of the West Wing, and she had to go up through the stairs of the West Wing, and the doors on the east and west sides of the masquerade hall on the second floor were all locked at the time of the incident.

On the first floor, the east wing is home to Lan Chuan and one of the maids, Manami, the west wing is home to Mina and the secretary, the east wing on the second floor is home to the Maori trio, and the west wing is home to a home run king, a photographer, and a fortune teller.

If you think about it according to conventional theory, it is impossible for the people in the east wing to commit the crime, and the murderer is locked in the people in the west wing.

But......

Kurosawa Silver thought of the faint smell he had smelled on Lan Chuan's body, then closed his eyes, and his thoughts transmitted back to the middle of the night.

His ears were good, his memory was good, and if he thought about it, he could clearly recall what he had heard before the loud sound at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

When listening to music, there are some strange sounds in the outside world—sliding, squeezing, scattering.

In addition, Mori seems to have said not long ago that he was woken up in the middle of the night when he received a call from the masked messenger. The phone was an internal phone.

The pieces in Kurosawa's mind were getting closer, slowly piecing together a complete pattern.

"Smell...... Sound...... Kamen Messenger ...... Cursed ......"

Kurosawa reached out and ripped off his tie.

He should have asked that person properly.