"Ah......h

Several exclamations in succession, this darkness came too suddenly, no matter who would be startled.

But...... With this darkness comes not a bloody slaughter, or someone's head flying out of thin air.

It's a very weird scene...... Projection......

At this moment, the entire banquet hall was transformed into a movie theater, and in the dark environment, the wall behind Ichiro Sato became a projection screen.

A series of old-fashioned projectors swirled, and a picture suddenly appeared on the wall...... In that picture is an old piece of letterhead.

The machine that shot this video is clearly not a product of this era, and the video was shot at least thirty years ago.

What's even weirder is the words on that piece of paper.

【Kill】

[Kill them all]

【Assassination】

【Crash】

【Smash】

【Shooting】

【Strangulation】

【Slash】

【Drowning】

【Torture and Killing】

[Suicide]

.......

These lines are written on the piece of paper in the picture, one after the other, crooked, as if written by a person in extreme madness, haphazard, unorganized, and judging by the color, it seems to be written in blood...... Coupled with the shaking of the photographer and the faint sound of restless breathing, the entire banquet hall fell into a terrifying atmosphere.

Lu Yuan could hear the sound of someone swallowing saliva in the dark.

At this time, Ichiro Sato spoke.

"This letter was written by my grandson [Shuichi Sato], and although the font is very messy, I can be sure that it is his handwriting."

"And this letter appeared thirty years ago."

"But it's strange that my grandson died 31 years ago."

"So, this letter was written by [Shuichi] a year after his death."

"And the reason why I have gathered you here is because of this letter."

Before the words fell, a voice suddenly interrupted Ichiro Sato's words.

And what interrupted him was the most terrifying existence of this copy———— Conan.

I saw him raise his hand high, pretending that he was a child, so he looked like he didn't understand the world, and cut off the other party's words politely and asked.

"Then old man, what you said is very strange."

"Oh? Where is it strange? Sato didn't seem to be angry either.

"Why do you say that this letter was written by your grandson? If the average person encounters this situation, they will definitely think that this letter was written before your grandson's death, and then a year after his death, someone made it public. ”

Indeed, even if the letter was written in blood, it looked very resentful, but how could anyone directly think that the person who wrote the letter was a dead man, in Conan's world, everything should be scientific.

However, Ichiro Sato directly answered Conan's doubts.

"I think so because the letter first appeared next to my bedside, when I was 60 years old, and I woke up one morning and found it next to my pillow, and I had a habit of locking the door when I was alone...... And I only had one portkey, which was in my pocket at the time. ”

"Hmm...... That is, the letter was placed next to your pillow when it was absolutely impossible for anyone to enter your bedroom? ”

"Yes." Ichiro Sato replied.

"So, because of this, you think it's your grandson's ghost?"

"Yes, but that's only part of the reason."

"Oh? Is there any other reason? It's as if Conan is grasping at the problem.

"And, of course, ...... The handwriting on the letter at that time was the blood...... Not dry yet! Ichiro Sato replied lightly.

"What?!"

At this moment, everyone else was a little surprised, although this letter looked a little crazy, but no matter how you said it, it was just a little scary letter. What kind of prank, or someone tricks up a little trick, this can be said to be in the past.

However, the blood on the letter has not yet dried up, which is a bit abnormal.

"Hmm......" Conan also seemed to be lost in thought, "That is, this letter should have been written within a few hours, right?" ”

It was at this time...... Just listen to the sound of "duang".

Mr. Kogoro Mori used his very personal attack method of 'knocking on the heavenly spirit cover' directly on Conan's head.

"Kid, what's the mess here?!" He yelled angrily.

And this time it also made Conan stop.

"Haha......" Mr. Mori smiled at Ichiro Sato a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, the child is not sensible." ”

"I didn't pay attention to it." Ichiro Sato said lightly.

"But...... It's a bit weird. Maori brought the topic back again: "Because no matter what, I would not believe that a person who has been dead for a year would suddenly write such a letter and put it on your bedside...... Will...... Someone imitated Ling Sun's notes and played a prank. ”

Ichiro Sato shook his head: "No, I have already confirmed this with a professional calligrapher, at that time Sato Shuichi died at the age of 6, and the handwriting of a child who has just learned to write is constantly changing, even if it is a professional imitation of handwriting, it is difficult to write that kind of pen stroke that has not yet taken shape." ”

As soon as everyone heard this information, they immediately looked at the projection on the wall again, and when they saw it, it was ...... This trace is crooked, and there is a childish atmosphere peculiar to children when they write.

"Forehead......" Maori pondered for a while: "Then if you say so, will it be that you admit your mistake, after all, Ling Sun's handwriting is not formed." ”

"Huh." Ichiro Sato chuckled: "Sure enough, it's a detective, and so many explanations have been given in such a moment." ”

"Aha, it's nothing, it's just a casual thing." Mr. Maori scratched his head in embarrassment.

"But do you think I can't think of that?" Ichiro Sato suddenly changed his words, and a few faint words revealed a unique anger of powerful people.

"I've thought about all the possibilities you mentioned, so I did something not long after this letter appeared, and this thing almost dispelled all my doubts...... That's ...... I opened the coffin of my grandson Shuichi Sato. ”

"~" When Lu Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "This old man is very violent, in order to seal a letter, he dug up his grandson's grave?" ”

Ichiro Sato continued: "And in my grandson's coffin, I found that there was a fresh cut between his fingers, and there were still some traces of blood oozing out of that mouth. ”

Just finished speaking......

"Wait!" Conan's head didn't seem to hurt anymore, so he popped out again and began to ask questions unscrupulously: "This is also strange, is it that old man are you saying that your grandson has blood on his finger?" However, he has been dead for a year, and the blood in his body should have coagulated a long time ago, and even said...... His corpse should have rotted a long time ago. ”

"Yes!" Ichiro Sato said: "After opening the coffin at that time, Shuichi's body has indeed begun to decay, and even has worms, but ...... One of his hands showed strange signs of decay. ”

After saying this, Ichiro Sato seemed to pause slightly, and it was obvious that he was recalling that scene back then, so he felt a little uncomfortable.

Soon, he continued: "But even in this case, I still haven't completely attributed this matter to ghosts, so ...... I went to some medical institutions and took some tissue from Shuichi's body, as well as the blood from the letter and between my fingers, and finally, I even had those doctors take my blood and do a DNA comparison test. ”

"However, thirty years ago, science and technology were not as advanced as they are now, and the decomposition of Shuichi's body was already very large, so there was no way to carry out the experiments I needed at that time."

"However, those medical institutions have kept these samples, saying that they will compare them in the future, when the technology is sufficiently advanced."

"And about a year ago, the results of this comparison experiment finally came out."

The answer is...... Exactly the same, that is, those words written on the letter paper were written by Shuichi's blood! You can't go wrong! ”

After saying this, the people present didn't seem to know what to suspect anymore, and could only look at each other, as if they wanted to wait for someone to raise some more objections.

But...... No one spoke again.

Ichiro Sato eased his breath slightly.

"The so-called experts have no way of figuring out why my grandson wrote this letter in his coffin, where the blood on the letter came from, and why one of his hands doesn't rot."

"The so-called science, I didn't explain it."

"So...... I had no choice but to trust God. ”

"Not long ago, I asked a monk to tell him about it, and he saw the body of my grandson, Shuichi...... At that time, Shuichi's body was almost always white bones, but that hand never showed any signs of decay, and the monk was very frightened at that time, so we immediately cremated Shuichi's bones. ”

"And I waited for thirty years without an answer, so I had to do it."

...... As he spoke, a touch of nostalgia and sadness appeared on Ichiro Sato's face.

"I am 92 years old this year, half a month ago, I was not diagnosed with cancer, and I will die soon, I am not afraid of death, but I don't want to die with doubts...... In my heart, I still want to get a reasonable and scientific explanation, so today I invited the most famous detective in Tokyo, Mr. [Mori Kogoro]. ”

He looked at Maori in the audience.

"I want you to help me so that I can close my eyes without doubt...... Of course, you won't do it in vain, and I will repay you well. ”

After hearing this, Maori could only squeeze out a determined look: "Uh...... Okay, I'll definitely do my best. ”

And at this time...... Another voice came.

And this voice is not Conan.

It's Lu Yuan......

I saw him stand up and ask without any embarrassment.

"That...... Forgive me for interrupting, old man, you said so much, it seems that you just told us a supernatural story. So...... What the hell are all those random invitations you're throwing all over Tokyo for? And also...... You don't even have a meal, so you just show everyone this letter written by your grandson, what does it mean? ”