"Hmph." Suzuki Yuanko smiled proudly and slapped her, "So, Xiaolan!"

"What is it?" Hattori Heiji silently interrupted the two immersive Tokyo female classmates:

"I haven't finished it yet. The anchor was covered with shells and seaweed. It didn't grow in just one year - it has been sinking there for at least four or five years."

"Four or five years ago?" The long-haired man was stunned, as if he was touched by this critical time point. He looked at Huangmao, "To be honest, did the Jincheng Town House have a lot of unlucky things happen at that time?"

Huangmao nodded.

Curacao silently raised his ears: It started, as expected. But this time, she was no longer just an audience who knew nothing about the background of the matter - she also heard about this incident four or five years ago.

But she doesn't act as an audience, and some are people. Conan is curious and said, "What are you talking about?"

The long-haired man was worried that he had nowhere to tell. At this moment, when he heard someone ask him on his own initiative, he quickly told him what he knew like a bamboo tube, as if this could share his fear on others' shoulders:

"It was five years ago that the mayor's only daughter, Miss Xiaodu, was kidnapped by a group of villains from somewhere, and she never appeared again.

"After about a year, another robber group broke into the mayor's house. They snatched the mayor's treasure and a screen embroidered with gold thread."

"The mayor and his housekeeper at that time received calls from kidnappers. According to them, the kidnappers and robbers who appeared one year later were actually the same group of people."

"It's okay to rob, but it's impossible to kidnap a young woman." Maori Ran couldn't help but clenched his fists and asked with heartache, "What about it later? Did this group of gangsters catch it? Did Miss Xiaodu save it?"

Huang Mao sighed and shook his head: "I heard that when the kidnapper kidnapped Miss Xiaodu and later robbed the Golden Screen, he asked Mayor Jincheng for ransom, hoping that the rich man would spend money to redeem people and things... But the mayor refused."

"Because he refused to pay and lost the bargaining chips for dealing with the robbers, it was very difficult for the police to arrest people - in the end, whether it was a person or a thing, they all disappeared from then on."

The director of the program also knew about this. To be precise, in this area, the serial incidents of the Jincheng Town family were almost well-known. He said helplessly:

"So, the mayor of Jincheng is really a lonely star - when his daughter was kidnapped, his wife had just passed away. A year later, when the robber went to grab the golden screen, he killed another maid in his family.

"When the butler of his family was very scared when he saw the misfortune happening one after another, he resigned and left. Later, there was some news from somewhere that the mayor was unwilling to pay the ransom for his biological daughter, and his reputation became much worse.

"Then the corpse that appeared on this island a year ago. The mysterious words behind the corpse are now there is a Miss Pingliang who is killed by someone... Although I am a materialist, I have to say that Mayor Jincheng is like being possessed by something from the underworld."

"..." Curacao wanted to look at Jiang Xia again. She took a deep breath, lowered her head and stared at her hand under the table, and held back.

However, after just under a second, a hand suddenly reached out to her and poked her.

“?!!”

Curacao was unprepared and moved a lot back with the man and the stool.

The others were startled and suddenly looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Curacao's eyes twitched slightly, and he wanted to pull out the disinfectant immediately and spray his hands back and forth hundreds or eighty times.

However, in full view of everyone, she could only give up all her personal hobbies and rationally search for excuses for her loss of composure just now: "I just suddenly remembered the words written behind the body a year ago - the princess was sleeping here, it was A, not B."

The others came back to their senses in a daze, and looked at her with a suspicious look of "Are you possessed too, so you suddenly jumped just now?" and said, "So what?"

Curacao secretly rubbed his hand on the edge of the table, trying to physically hang some puppet silk threads and breaths that didn't exist: "So I was wondering, will the 'princess' in that sentence refer to the daughter of the mayor's family?"

"What?!" Maori Ran's eyes widened in fear. "Did it be that the mayor's daughter had been killed and was now buried somewhere on the island, and the victim a year ago discovered her?"

Suzuki Yuanko also looked like she suddenly realized her mind, and she remembered more: "When Miss Heira was killed, the sand beside her said, 'I am the messenger of the underworld' - could this messenger be the wronged soul transformed after Miss Koto's death?"

bass--!

The deputy captain inserted a knife on the table, interrupting the increasingly terrifying and supernatural atmosphere.

"You outsiders are so scary to speak." This middle-aged tough guy who has experienced many ups and downs snorted:

"The Messenger of the Underworld is a legend that has been around for a long time in Okinawa. How could a little girl who died a few years ago become itself? As for the message next to the corpse..."

He pointed to the knife on the table: "If you are afraid of the messengers of the underworld, bring this knife with you--according to that ancient legend, if a woman weaving cloth at night does not want her soul to be sucked away by ghosts, she must hold a knife in her mouth.

"This way you can use a knife to seal your mouth and prevent the messengers from sucking their souls from their mouths - of course, what you say is just superstitious. But if you are really scared, this is also a way to relieve your tension."

As he said that, the deputy captain also relieved his nervousness in his own way. He lit a cigarette, opened the cabinet with great quality, and went to find the ashtray.

"Hmm?" He looked into the cabinet, and the deputy captain suddenly sneered, "Interesting."

Jiang Xia looked at the cabinet: "What's wrong?"

The deputy captain picked up a wide-mouthed ceramic cup from the cabinet and placed it on the table. When everyone looked down, they saw that there was a small cup of water in the tea cup, and eight or nine cigarette butts were soaking in the water.

"It seems that some people use this cup as an ashtray." The deputy captain held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the messy cigarette butts inside. "There are all kinds of cigarettes... and they haven't even dried the water inside."
Chapter completed!