Chapter 85

“…… Is this a painting? ”

In the annex, Edogawa Conan had an ugly expression.

In fact, it would not be anything other than the painting, but he still asked this sentence.

Just because ...... It's a weird painting – if it's an oil painting at all.

At first glance, it was just a thick fog of black and red, like a child's graffiti, but it was not until Okiya felt that something was wrong and put the lantern that appeared next to it at the same time as the painting in front of the painting, and the painting finally changed.

Under the scarlet light of the lantern, the mottled color was like the scales on the body of a fish, and the originally dull color blocks were given another color under the light, writhing one after another, one after another, converging into a mass of black mud that was devouring flesh.

The black human head with the mutilated limbs and the tumor that grew from that thing gave Mao Lilan goosebumps, and she didn't dare to look at the content of the picture anymore, but moved her gaze to the bottom and read the words below, "...... things in the museum?" ”

The scarlet lights slowly danced, and in the flickering light, the monsters in the painting seemed to squirm, their bodies trembling and chewing the food in their mouths.

"It's a legend."

"Ah——!!!h

The sudden sound behind them frightened the two of them almost jumped up, and Okiya turned his head vigilantly to look, his body had subconsciously assumed an attack posture.

The manservant who said that he had gone to the kitchen to prepare dinner had stood behind them at some point, and his face had taken on an inhuman hue in the scarlet light.

"Sorry to scare a few guests, please forgive me for being rude. This is just the personal hobby of the lord lord, who likes to collect collections related to legends, and this is one of them. ”

"Legends?"

As a plot NPC, the valet answered their questions without pause: "The legend about the things in the museum. ”

"A wandering shadow, a man-eating monster. Don't stay where you are, don't listen to the sound of your ears, that's a warning. It will linger on every thunderstorm night. ”

Mao Lilan subconsciously turned his head to look out the window, and the outside was still the same as when they came, and the sun was shining.

The relieved girl continued, "But this painting appeared out of nowhere. ”

The manservant looked puzzled.

"Are you sure, miss? It's always hung here. Okay, it's time for me to get dinner ready. ”

With that, he turned and left the area of the hallway.

"Is this a quest prompt?" Conan Edogawa muttered, and he was about to say something more, but found that Okiya's expression was not good-looking.

Thunderstorm Night......

Wait a minute! The church where Na Ikekawa and Toru Amuro entered, when they looked at it from the outside of the door, it was a scene of lightning and thunder!

He jumped to his feet with a spirit, and when he turned his head to look at the painting he had just spoken to, dense words were emerging from it.

It was Amuro himself, who briefly explained the situation there, and finally mentioned the matter of the common mission, asked them to pay more attention to the things in the annex, and put forward a few ideas about the mission.

Conan Edogawa was no longer in the mood to read the text behind.

Because of the setting, after waiting for the person writing on the oil painting to stop writing, confirm that no one will put down the pen within 20 seconds, and the oil painting will swallow the traces and teleport to another space.

The characters were written steadily, and Toru Amuro was slow to make them see clearly, indicating that they had been standing in front of the frame for a long time.

The valet's words just now exploded in his ears.

Don't stay put. ’

Before he could move, Okiya had already stepped in front of the oil screen, and quickly wrote two words on it.

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"Huh? So fast......"

After the painting engulfed the large passage they had written, new dents soon appeared on it.

Unfortunately, before the handwriting could be legible, the afterglow of the lightning dimmed, and the corridor fell into darkness again.

Ikekawa closed her eyes and expertly suppressed the discomfort brought by the darkness. He's not yet to the point where he's going to show his cowardice in front of others.

Because when the hand touches the oil painting, the original words will gradually disappear, and I don't know when the lightning will appear, and I can't identify what it is by touching the depression with my hand, and all I can do now is wait.

The two of them had been in this corridor for a long time, and they had to go to the next area to explore as soon as they read each other's responses.

But fortunately, this is a virtual space, otherwise they can only see the situation in front of them according to the current scene where lightning flashes, and when they walk out from here, the two of them will be almost blind.

The two of them were standing very close to each other just now, and now when everything is silent, this closeness is especially obvious.

Feeling that the other party's breath was about to spill on the side of her face, Ikekawa Na stood up slightly and distanced herself from the other party.

A strange chill suddenly lifted up from the back of his neck as he moved.

It's a signal that people in the organization will more or less have the skill to sound the alarm in advance before danger strikes.

There's something in the back!

At the moment when this thought flashed through his mind, a fierce cold wind swept over him.

He immediately ducked his head, and what came from behind pierced the frame between the two. At the same time, a thunderbolt stronger than ever before exploded in the sky, illuminating the corridor as if it were daylight.

The man's pupils constricted, and on the oil painting that was cut in half, there was a string of fonts that flew up because of the hurry.

Be careful!

It wasn't a dagger or any weapon that had ever appeared in reality, but a scythe made of black, churning slime.

The sharp black scythe was like a real blade at one moment, reflecting the expressions of the two of them as if they were facing great enemies.

The monster that appeared out of thin air forcefully pulled its tentacles off the wall, and then attacked the two of them again.

The light of the lightning completely dissipated at this moment.

In the darkness, only the sound of two people's deliberately muffled breathing remained.

Ikekawa tensed up and pulled out the dagger he had been walking in the hall from his cuff, slowly approaching the wall, making sure that he was behind the wall that was still safe, and trying to catch the movement in the air.

Nothing, the monster made of a viscous liquid didn't make any sound like wriggling or water at all.

After more than ten seconds of confrontation, the monster suddenly let out a few hoarse roars, as if adjusting its own voice, and then, a magnetic male voice came from the direction of the monster.

"Nana, good boy. Come here. ”

Amuro was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to the side, but unfortunately in the complete darkness, he couldn't even see the silhouette of the person next to him.

He thought the voice was very familiar.

(End of chapter)