The restaurant suddenly became quiet. As soon as the name of the monster Kidd came out, the whole restaurant seemed to be shrouded in some atmosphere.

His shadow could be felt everywhere, as if it was everywhere, and it was unscrupulous.

Everyone seemed to be affected by this atmosphere, and they were silent when sitting on the chairs.

Kogoro Mouri sighed with his head on his back.

Other things are quite small, but the car that was blown up on the Sichuan River was bombed.

He drove someone else's car, but his car was blown up. Although it was an accident, it was obviously impossible to explain it to Katsukawa Shun.

Now I can only hope that his emotions are more stable, so don't be too scary...

Shangchuan suddenly pushed open the restaurant door expressionlessly, and the umbrella that was put away in his hand was still flowing. He sat back on the chair silently and leaned the umbrella against the chair.

"How is it?" Everyone asked when they came back.

Mogi Harushi shook his head, "The car on the parking ping has been blown up."

Everyone was silent again.

There was a knock outside the door, and the maid pushed the dining cart into the door.

"Now I'm going to serve appetizers for you." She bowed and pushed the food truck to serve in some order.

"It seems that the last dinner he said is about to begin." Yumi Kindai supported her head and spoke, her narrow eyes exuding a little interest.

"Miss Aki, is it possible that the order of each dish placed on the table was also ordered by your host?" Qianjian Jiang Dai asked.

"Yes. The master asked me to start with Mr. Baima and serve the dishes clockwise."

"The game has just begun, and we are going to have this last supper. I really don't understand his intention."

Daehan Zhushan smiled awkwardly, "If you are worried about poisoning, you don't have to. All these dishes are made by me."

"These tableware used for eating, as well as these wine glasses and coffee cups, were all placed on the dining table from the beginning. We all sat according to this brand... "Teacher Baima reached out and pushed down the brand with his name on the table. "Although I don't think that boy would do murderous things, if he wanted to try our ability, it would be very likely to make some funny jokes about us."

He took out his handkerchief to wipe his tableware, "I think it's better to use his handkerchief to wipe all these wine glasses and knife and forks."

"You're right, I can't do it. The whole thing will be done at his pace." Mogi Harushi seemed to have forgotten the bombing of his car, and he was excited to join the game. "In my opinion, how about we change positions if we don't think we can do it?"

"But what if you are not lucky enough to use toxic tableware?"

"If this is true, you can only blame fate. If you are secretly sad in the coffin~"

"What..." Xiaolan muttered in a low voice, unable to stand the atmosphere. The excitement of these detectives made people feel scared.

After a simple punching, everyone changed their positions again.

Shin Kawakawa wiped the metal spoon in his hand with gloves. There was a crow mark on the handle of the spoon. The crow with his claws stretched out his scarlet eyes were chilling.

Not only the spoon, but every tableware here has such a mark on it. It is the mark of Karasuma Lianye, a rich man from the last century.

After dinner, the master's dummy made another sound.

"Are you all full? Are you still satisfied with the last supper I prepared?"

"Oh, the Lord finally spoke."

The dummy didn't respond and played the sound that had been recorded long ago. "You must be curious? Why did I spend a huge amount of money to buy this villa as the stage for this game?"

"First of all, please take a closer look at each tableware placed at your hands. This is an unknown Monopoly who died about half a century ago? The clan of Karasuma Renye's family."

The dummy said the name Karasuma Renya, and the atmosphere in the restaurant seemed to cool down suddenly? The chilling feeling swept into everyone's heart with the name.

"Wu...Wuwan Lianye..."

"In addition to tableware? Every door, floor, handrail, and even the chess and playing cards in the hall are all items he specially invited to customize. In other words, this villa is a villa built by Karasuma Renye. But this has become history..."

Everyone listened quietly to the dummy telling the story of this villa?                                                                                                                       

Maori Kogoro looked at Kurakawa Shun sitting opposite him without a trace? For some reason, he felt a little relieved.

It was obvious that the other party looked normal, but he just felt that the current Sukawa Shun was in a very terrible state, so it was best not to touch it.

"40 years ago? In this villa? There was a tragic tragedy once..." The dummy's voice continued.

"I believe you have discovered that the moment you stepped into the villa, the villa was covered with blood stains left in various forms. Yes, this is what the beauty of the day is still breathtaking and left behind on a night 40 years ago."

"This villa has convened celebrities from all walks of life in the past to hold a secret meeting here. On the surface, it is a memorial to the Karasuma Renye who passed away at the age of 99? But in fact it is an auction for Karasuma Renye's collection..."

"The whole auction lasted for three days and three nights, and on the next night, two people of unknown origin entered it, and they brought dama. The crowd who sucked dama began to have hallucinations, and they argued with each other. They used the sword in the collection to cut and kill it. The entire villa was like a purgatory on earth. And those two people, who disappeared without a trace with more than 300 pieces of collection... "

"It's strange. Why was there no news reports on such a big case back then?"

"The problem is probably among those guests! Those people were all celebrities in the political and economic circles at that time."

"It makes sense. Instead of letting the world know that they were being put on by two guys of unknown origin, it is better to suppress things. This will also preserve their status in society."

"I think those two men have expected this result!"

"But such old past events can really promote our appetite."

Several detectives talked about the past in an understatement, as if the events of that year were really as described by this dummy.

Time has covered up too many things, and the stories hidden behind them have been adapted into various versions and quietly leaked out. Only these items left here record what happened at that time.

Shangkawa Shun looked at the Karasuma Lianye clan Hui on the spoon. How could such a story explain the blood hidden in this place?
Chapter completed!