Chapter 423 The handsome guy sees through the eyes vs you can't remember my face
The "zombie" lying on the ground looked confused, not sure whether he fell or was frightened.
Shiraishi stretched out his paw and patted the back of her hand sympathetically.
After taking the photo, I discovered that the back of her hand was stained with cyan paint, so I paused for a moment and then rubbed it on her sleeve.
Then it retreats to the door, shrinking its presence, leaving the stage to a would-be murderer, a would-be victim, and a ghost in front of it.
An Cai couldn't stop wondering why there were cats here.
She got up as if dreaming, turned around, and stared at the bridge entrance.
The bridge entrance drifted one meter away.
After being silent for a long time, it finally said what it had wanted to say for a long time: "Change your character of being so talkative when you are in a hurry."
"And..." Gui thought for a long time and finally said, "Stop looking for death."
The cat in the corner glanced at the screen with satisfaction, the task was completed.
This ghost is so satisfying, but the hard condition requires the consumption of a memory fragment.
When An Na started wiping her face silently, Tsujiei still couldn't react.
Goosebumps appeared on his body, and he wanted to go over to see if the "ghost" was real or fake, and instinctively wanted to escape. However, at this time, there was a knock on the door outside the passage: "Yes, is there anyone there?"
…It’s those tourists who have arrived.
The ghost had many words in mind, but Ancai's attack just now scared it, so he condensed what he wanted to say into just a few words. After finishing speaking, he heard someone coming and hurriedly prepared to disappear.
While the two people in the room were looking at it, Shiraishi jumped up and stretched out his claws to hook the door lock, opening the locked door, then slipped into a dark corner to release the state and returned to his body.
After finally reaching the exit, she found that the door in front could not be opened. Mao Lilan became more and more panicked, as did Suzuki Sonoko next to her.
Just when Suzuki Sonoko was holding her in a state of collapse and muttering, "Kick the door open first, I will compensate you ten times the financial loss, don't worry about the details!" A hand stretched out from beside her, holding the doorknob and pushing it, and the door opened.
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As soon as Shiraishi's feet hit the ground, Suzuki Sonoko almost knocked him down again.
Conan didn't pay much attention to the situation behind him. Shiraishi fell asleep suddenly and woke up suddenly so many times that Conan felt that he could no longer use the word "suddenly" to describe it.
So he first noticed the strange sight in the room.
——The "zombie" sat slumped on the ground, motionless, and seemed to be in a very bad state of mind. He didn't even respond to the arrival of living people.
Next to her, the man with glasses was leaning against the wall, his face covered in cold sweat, as if he had seen something very terrifying, and as if he had just experienced a shattered and reorganized worldview.
Conan's eyes fell on the messy fake oxygen mask next to the hospital bed. He suspected that a violent incident had occurred here, so he looked at the wall and decisively turned on the headlight switch.
There was originally only one very dim light in the room, but now it suddenly brightened, and the scene in the room suddenly became clear.
Conan saw at a glance that the man with glasses was holding a medicine bottle.
It’s not inappropriate for this thing to appear in a hospital, but it’s a bit strange to appear in a hospital-themed haunted house. After all, the medicine bottle looks quite decent and is very clean. It doesn’t look like a scary prop, and the entire haunted house
The style of painting is incompatible.
Shiraishi moved his sore arm and looked at the two people in the room who seemed to have lost their souls. Just as he was about to ask with concern, "What's wrong?", someone suddenly rushed out at his feet.
Conan grabbed the medicine bottle in Tsujiei's hand, and before the other party could react, he poured out a capsule with the super-fast hand speed he had learned in Hawaii, unscrewed it, and smelled the smell inside.
Shiraishi watched this scene with fear, almost thinking that another task of "rescuing Detective Tou Tie" was going to pop up in the task bar.
But no.
...It seems that the potassium cyanide in this world is a little different from the potassium cyanide he knows.
Or maybe humans in this world have the setting that "sniffing or licking a small amount of chemicals will not be affected"...
"Call the police quickly." Conan's voice came quickly, sounding very serious, "This is potassium cyanide!"
Tsuji Rong finally came to his senses at this time and panicked: "Don't talk nonsense, those are just props for use in the haunted house!"
He wanted to grab the medicine bottle, but before he could meet that naughty kid, one of the high school girls rushed towards him with a whimper at a speed he couldn't see clearly, and lifted Conan out of his reach.
Tsujiei's world view is once again on the verge of collapse.
Conan originally thought that Tsujiei might be the cleaner from before. Although the stall owner next door provided him with an alibi, the stall was also very busy and it was impossible to keep staring here.
However, after asking two other college students who came after hearing the news, and hearing from Mao Lilan that the person who gave her bleach looked completely different from Tsujiei, Conan realized that the man with glasses might really have nothing to do with the cleaner.
But the man with glasses was carrying potassium cyanide, so he probably had evil intentions.
If the poisoning in the play was not his fault, that means... this was actually another attempted murder?
Conan suddenly didn't quite recognize his high school.
There were two poisoning incidents in a row. Is public security so bad?
With a complicated mood, he turned around and looked at Shiraishi, who was asking about An Nai's condition with concern. Conan felt that he had found the answer - no, it shouldn't be the school's problem.
However, there are not many murder cases around Uncle Maori's house.
Is it because the incident physique has a strange principle of "not taking advantage of others", or is Xiaolan just lucky enough to suppress that type of physique?
That’s not quite right. Xiao Lan was obviously there when many murders happened... Could it be that Uncle Maori chose the location well and had good Feng Shui?
Several people were thinking about their own things and left the haunted house one after another. The atmosphere inside was really depressing.
Conan actually suspected that there was a corpse hidden in the haunted house.
Therefore, after calling the police, he took advantage of the fact that he was a child and made up some lies to ask the police to search him.
The police and police cars alerted the surrounding people, and a circle of people quickly formed in front of the haunted house.
Suzuki Sonoko is not very interested in solving the case, not to mention that even the body has not been found yet.
She stood on the edge of the crowd, watching the detectives and police working in the haunted house, while reviewing and summarizing the trip to the haunted house - although there was a little accident in the middle, it was very rewarding, at least she hugged Ritsu's arm openly for several minutes.
!
While he was reminiscing about the feeling, a young man walked out of the crowd of onlookers behind him, and his tone sounded quite polite: "Excuse me, what happened here just now?"
Suzuki Sonoko sighed.
Because someone had seen her coming out of the haunted house, and she was standing at the forefront of the crowd, she was asked this question many times.
Suzuki Sonoko's mechanical answer for the Nth time: "There is a person who carries potassium cyanide with him, maybe he wants to vote...!" She turned around while speaking, and stopped talking when she saw the questioner.
Suzuki Sonoko felt that this person looked a bit familiar.
The man was carrying a very ordinary bag and an ordinary baseball cap on his head. His appearance was not outstanding, but strangely, he looked very comfortable overall, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing he was.
Suzuki Sonoko quickly made an assessment in her mind, feeling that this person could barely be included in her photographic memory, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.
Suzuki Sonoko is not an introvert. When she has doubts, she directly asks: "Have I seen you?"
"Huh?" The young man glanced at her from under the brim of his hat, smiled, and pointed in a certain direction. "We looked at each other once next to the ice cream stand. You have a really good memory."
"Really..." Suzuki Sonoko didn't remember passing by the ice cream stand at all, but since everyone said so, it might be that she didn't pay attention.
The person who was stuck on the passing line for handsome guys smiled at her, and Suzuki Sonoko subconsciously laughed along with her. She thought to herself, although he is not very handsome, but the way he smiles can add a lot of points, and he is so proactive... Could it be that he is today?
Really lucky?
Suzuki Sonoko thought it was wonderful.
While she continued to answer the young man's questions, intending to make this a topic, she lowered her head and rummaged through her bag for her cell phone, preparing to find an excuse to ask for her contact information.
Unexpectedly, when he took out his cell phone and turned his head with starry eyes, he came face to face with an uncle, a guard, who came to watch the excitement.
The uncle was shocked when she saw him: "What are you doing?!"
"……fine."
...and here is the passing handsome guy that she sent to her door on her own initiative.
...Wait a minute, what does that person look like?