"ah!!"

A few consecutive screams, the darkness came too suddenly, and no matter who it was, would be shocked.

But with this darkness, what followed was not a bloody massacre, or someone's head flew out of thin air.

It's a very strange projection

At this moment, the entire banquet hall became like a cinema. In the dark environment, the wall behind Ichiro Sato became a projection screen.

A series of old projectors sounded, and a picture suddenly appeared on the wall. In the picture, it was an old piece of letter paper.

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

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

【Kill】

【Kill them all】

【Assassination】

【Middle】

【Smash and Kill】

【Shooting】

【Strike】

【Kill】

【Drowned】

【Bad killing】

【suicide】

These lines of words are written on the piece of paper in the picture, one after another, crooked, as if it was written by a person in extreme madness, chaotic and unstructured. From that color, it seems that it was written in blood and the trembling of the picture photographer and the vague uneasy breathing, which made the entire banquet hall fall into a horrifying atmosphere.

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

At this time, Ichiro Sato spoke.

"This letter was written by my grandson [Shiichi Sato]. Although the font is very confusing, I can be sure that it is his handwriting."

"And this letter appeared thirty years ago."

"But strangely, my grandson died 31 years ago."

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

"And the reason I called everyone up is because of this letter."

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted Ichiro Sato.

And what interrupted him was Conan, the most terrifying existence in this dungeon.

I saw him holding his hands high, relying on his own as a child, he looked like he didn't understand the world, cut off the other party's words impolitely and asked.

"So old man, what you said is strange."

"Oh? What's strange?" Sato asked without any anger.

"Why do you say that this letter was written by your grandson? If ordinary people encounter this situation, they will definitely think that this letter was written before your grandson died, and then one year after death, who would be revealed to the public?"

Indeed, even if the letter was written in blood and looked very resentful, no one would directly think that the person who wrote the letter was a dead person. In Conan's world, everything needs to be scientific.

However, Ichiro Sato directly answered Conan's doubts.

"I think so because the first time this letter appeared was at my bed. I was only 60 years old that year. One morning I woke up and found it next to my pillow. I had a habit of locking the door when I was alone in my room and having only one door key, the key was also in my pocket."

"Well, is this letter placed next to your pillow when it is absolutely impossible for someone to enter your bedroom?"

"Yes." Sato Ichiro replied.

"So, for this reason, you think it was the ghost of your grandson?"

"Yes, but that's just part of that."

"Oh? Are there any other reasons?" Conan seemed to have grasped this question.

"Of course, for example, the handwriting on this letter at that time, that is, the blood has not dried yet!" Sato Ichiro replied lightly.

"What?!"

Everyone else was a little surprised. Although this letter seemed a bit creepy, no matter how it was, it was just a scary letter. What kind of pranks or someone else was using some tricks, it was just a matter of arguing.

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

"Well" Conan seemed to have fallen into deep thought: "In other words, this letter should have been written within a few hours, right?"

At this moment, I only heard the sound of "duang".

Mr. Kogoro Maori used his very personal attack method of "knocking the sky spirit cover" and directly hung on Conan's head.

"Child, why are you filling in the mess here?" he shouted angrily.

And this moment also made Conan calm down.

"Haha" Mr. Maori smiled at Ichiro Sato a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, the child is ignorant."

"I didn't care about it either." Sato Ichiro said lightly.

"But this matter is indeed a bit strange." Maori brought the topic back: "Because no matter what, I wouldn't believe that a person who has been dead for a year will suddenly write such a letter, and even put it on the head of your bed. Will someone imitate Ling Sun's notes and make a prank?"

Ichiro Sato shook his head: "No, I have already confirmed this with a professional calligrapher. Sato Shuichi died at that time, and the handwriting of a child who had just learned to write was constantly changing. Even those who professionally imitate handwriting were difficult to write the unformed pen tip."

When everyone heard this information, they immediately looked at the projection on the wall. When they saw this, the handwriting was indeed crooked, and the chaos exuded a unique childish atmosphere when children wrote.

"Uh" Maori pondered for a while: "If you said that, would it be that you admitted your mistake? After all, Sun's handwriting has not been formed."

"Ha." Sato Ichiro chuckled: "It turns out to be a famous detective. After a while, he gave so many explanations."

"Ah hahaha, nothing, just say it casually." Mr. Maori scratched his head embarrassedly.

"But, do you think I can't think of these?" Sato Ichiro suddenly changed his tone, and the faint words revealed a unique hostility of a powerful person.

"I have thought about the possibilities you mentioned, so I did something shortly after this letter appeared. This thing almost dispelled all my doubts. That was that I opened the coffin of my grandson Hideichi Sato."

"Damn~" Lu Yuan couldn't help but swear: "This old man is quite violent. In order to send a letter, he dug out his grandson's tomb?"

Ichiro Sato continued, "And right in my grandson's coffin, I found that there was indeed a fresh hole between his fingers. There were some traces of blood seeping out of the hole. It was obvious that Sato Hideichi bit his finger not long ago and wrote this letter!"

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"Wait!" Conan's head seemed to be no longer hurt, so he jumped out again and began to ask unscrupulously: "This is also very strange. Grandpa, are you talking about blood on your grandson's fingers? But he has been dead for a year, and the blood in his body should have been solidified long ago, and even his body should have rotted a lot."

"Yes!" Sato Ichiro said: "After opening the coffin, Hideichi's body had indeed begun to rot and even had bugs, but one of his hands strangely showed no signs of rot."

After saying this, Ichiro Sato seemed to pause for a moment. It was obvious that he was recalling the scene from that year, so he felt a little uncomfortable.

Soon, he continued, "But even in this case, I still didn't completely attribute this matter to ghosts and gods, so I found some medical institutions to extract some tissue from Xiuyi's body, the blood on the letter and the fingers. Finally, I even asked those doctors to extract my blood and perform DNA comparison tests."

"But the science and technology thirty years ago was not as developed as it is now, and Xiu Yi's corpse was already very decayed, so there was no way to conduct the experiment I needed at that time."

"However, those medical institutions have preserved these samples, saying that they will compare them in the future when the technology is developed enough."

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

"The answer is completely consistent, that is, the words written on the letter paper are written from Xiuyi's blood! It's absolutely impossible to be wrong!"

After saying this, the people present seemed to know what they should doubt anymore, so they could only look at each other, as if they wanted to wait for someone to raise some objections.

But no one spoke again.

Sato Ichiro calmed down his breath a little.

"Those so-called experts have no way to figure out why my grandson wrote this letter in the coffin, and cannot figure out where the blood on the letter came from, and even more can't tell me why one of his hands doesn't rot."

"Those so-called sciences have not been explained to me."

"So I have no choice but to believe in God."

"Not long ago, I invited a monk to tell him about this. When he saw the body of my grandson Xiuyi, Xiuyi's body was almost all bones left, but there was no sign of decay on the hand. The monk was very frightened at that time, so we immediately cremated Xiuyi's bones."

"And I have been waiting for thirty years but haven't been waiting for an answer, so I can only do it."

As he said that, a hint of nostalgia and sadness appeared on Sato Ichiro's face.

"I am 92 years old this year. Half a month ago, I didn't diagnose cancer and will die soon. I am not afraid of death, but I don't want to die with doubts. 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 the gross profit in the audience.

"I want you to help me so that I can close my eyes without any doubts. Of course, you will not do anything in vain, I will repay you well."

After hearing this, Maori could only squeeze out a firm look: "Oh, I will definitely do my best."

And then another voice came.

And this sound is not Conan.

It's Lu Yuan

He stood up and asked without any embarrassment.
Chapter completed!