books44 Chapter 163 It's All the Spider's Fault! [4 words achieved!]
Chapter 163 It's All the Spider's Fault! [4 words achieved!]
The living room was dimly lit, with only a table lamp providing faint illumination.
A dark figure stepped over the innkeeper's cold, lifeless body, opened the safe, and revealed a sinister smile to the books and cell phones stored inside.
"Once all contact with the outside world is severed, this blizzard-stricken manor will be at my mercy for my revenge... To commit such a blasphemous act is unforgivable! Hehehe..."
The terrified and repentant face of the enemy appeared before his eyes. The dark figure grinned evilly and raised his right foot, stomping heavily on the pile of cell phones and cameras on the floor!
After a series of actions, rubbing his slightly sore heels and confirming that the communication devices were completely destroyed, he took advantage of the quiet of the night to carry the humanoid "puzzle content" towards the garage.
...without noticing, a broken old camera quietly disappeared into the darkness.
......
Early in the morning, leaning against the edge of the sink, Kurome Haruka, who had been sleepless all night, was contemplating life, or more precisely, relationship issues.
"...Why post so much about Gin and Vermouth's relationship? I don't even like them!"
"By the way! I might not like Gin, but I'll definitely like Vermouth!"
"That's not right! I'm a staunch advocate of being single. Just because Vermouth is my goddess doesn't mean I have to pursue her!"
[Gin and Vermouth are like family; I would risk my life to protect them if necessary.]
"...Yes, they are all important to me."
Conan, with a toothbrush in his mouth and foam still clinging to his lips, pushed open the door and asked in a thick nasal voice:
"Hey, what's wrong? You look terrible when you woke up. Did you have a nightmare?"
"Nightmare?" Kuromon Haruya rubbed his eyes and looked up in a daze.
Nightmares... Come to think of it, Spider has a catchphrase: "Nightmares will haunt you!"
A sudden flash of inspiration struck him; Kuromon Haruya's eyes widened, and he instantly understood his current predicament:
"Yes, Conan, you're right! I just had a nightmare!" I didn't have any emotional problems; these thoughts are all the spider illusion's fault!
"Thanks to you, I finally figured it out!" Kuromon Haruya excitedly grabbed Conan's hand and shook it vigorously. He felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and his whole body felt much lighter. "Conan, go wash up first, I'll go get you some hot water and breakfast!"
"Brother Heimen, wait a minute—"
After spitting out the foam, there was no time to call out. Conan could only reach out and watch Haruya Kuromon run happily away: "...Hattori said last night that he would come to find us for breakfast."
Heiji Hattori, who lived in the next room and was already dressed, leaned against the door and looked at her with some doubt: "Why is Kuromon running so fast? Is something urgent?"
Conan fastened his tie and, with an air of maturity, brushed it off, saying, "It's a long story, let's go find him."
But seeing how energetic he was just now, at least we don't need to worry about him. We can ask about the nightmare later.
But Kuromon Haruya's movements were even faster than Conan had anticipated. Before the two even reached the corner of the stairs, two tall, shadowy figures began to peek out—
The upper plate contains bread, sandwiches, several pats of butter and jam, supported by a single stemmed glass. The lower plate holds cutlery, steaming hot porridge, and various snacks.
Although his movements were steady, he looked incredibly precarious. Even more alarming was that Kuromon Haruya was holding one set of the double-layered plates in each hand!
Kuromon Haruya, who had just put on four trays full of food, looked up and greeted the two dumbfounded people: "Hi~ I also brought up your breakfast, Hattori."
Conan looked up at the imposing plate and couldn't help but take a few steps back: "Kuromon-kun, shall we help you?"
"Right, right."
"no need."
He casually brushed past the two men without splashing a drop of soup, flicked his wrist, and slid the iron plate forward, precisely placing the four breakfast plates onto the table at the same time.
"Phew~" Kuromon Haruya let out a long sigh and led the two to the table: "Looks like I haven't lost my cooking skills from studying abroad."
Hattori leaned close to Conan's ear: "Hey kid, is your brother some kind of professional butler from a high-end hotel?"
"Do not."
Conan pondered for a long time before finally managing to utter, "He's a professional photographer... he's just quite agile and has done related work part-time."
Mealtimes are always accompanied by conversation. Conan stayed up all night to finish the questionnaire and is now in a state of high excitement. Meanwhile, Hattori is not filling out the questionnaire and has nothing to do. The two high school detectives, who are of similar age and share similar thinking, are getting along very well.
"By the way, is this a dog whistle?" When talking about the analysis of the character's details, Hattori Heiji glanced at Kuromon Haruya a few times and then pointed to the small whistle that he always hung on his chest.
It's silver-gray, long and slender, with two extra small holes on the side, making it look like a whistle that doesn't have a regular function.
"This one? This is a special one made at home."
After removing the necklace, Kuromon Haruya handed the whistle to the two of them, opened the window, and encouraged them, "This whistle can summon a certain animal. Would you like to give it a try?"
"Some kind of animal?"
Hattori Heiji raised an eyebrow to confirm: "An animal that can fly in through the window, it wouldn't be some kind of bird of prey, would it?"
“Absolutely safe!”
With a hint of doubt, Hattori Heiji brought the whistle to his lips, took a deep breath, and blew hard: "Quack!!!"
A few seconds passed, but there was no response from outside the window.
"What? I thought something serious was going to happen." Disappointed, Heiji Hattori turned his head away and simply whistled the alphabet song: "Quack, quack, quack..."
Kuromon Haruya frowned slightly: "Strange? Usually, a single whistle would summon a large swarm. Is something broken?"
The words had barely left his lips when a gust of wind, as powerful as a tornado destroying a parking lot, hurtled closer from afar. A massive flock of crows, estimated to be at least a hundred, swarmed in from all directions, dark clouds looming over the city, a storm brewing!
The lead white-billed crow locked onto the window from which it was making noise and led its henchmen straight into the room—
One, two, and the guest room where Conan and his friends were was instantly filled, leaving no room to stand. Later, the crows that had no room had to settle for less, some landing on their shoulders, and others perching on the telephone poles outside the window.
For a moment, the room was filled with the distinctive scent of birds from nature.
The overwhelming smell of chicken butts made Conan's face turn green. He subconsciously looked at Kuromon for a solution, but the person in question seemed to have not seen the flock of crows at all and continued eating breakfast as if nothing had happened!
But what he didn't know was that if he crawled under the table and stared directly into Kurokawa Haruya's eyes, he would see a pair of eyes whose pupils trembled and whose worldview crumbled. The reason was simple:
"Caw! Caw caw caw!" A one-eyed raven greeted the white-breasted gentleman raven: "Hey! Isn't this the raven in charge of the Miho branch? Long time no see!"
The gentleman crow nodded elegantly: "Caw, caw." Long time no see, One-Eyed. How have you been lately?
"Quack, quack!" Don't even mention it, my wife laid too many eggs in one brood, even with the little brother taking turns incubating them, we still can't keep up!
"Quack—quack." You'd better watch out for 'mice' secretly replacing the eggs...
'These are all auditory and visual hallucinations; just pretend they don't exist and react calmly.'
With a slight tremor in his hand holding the spoon, Kuromon Haruya listened to the human voice uttered by the crow in his ears, desperately hoping that there were hallucinogenic fungi in the breakfast prepared by the maid.
Shinichi, Hattori, say something! Don't just eat your breakfast in silence like him!
If you don't speak, how am I supposed to tell which are hallucinations?!
He was on the verge of tears, but outwardly remained calm. He slipped his hands into his pockets and discreetly sent an email to Gin:
[The hallucinations caused by the spider are severe and are affecting my daily life. I request that you expedite the arrangement for a psychologist!]