Chapter 850 The Palace in the Painting
Haihara Ai listened quietly to Tang Ze's description. After a while, she held her chin and briefly summarized: "So, what you think is, that scene forty years ago The massacre that occurred in the House of Dusk also caused a similar phenomenon, which aroused the organization's interest in the cognitive world. Is it because of this that they are convinced of the existence of the cognitive world? "
"Yes." Karasawa nodded, observing the expression on his sister's face, "There is a problem with the Karasuma Group, you know it, Shiho."
As to whether the boss of the organization is Karasuma Renya, As for whether the BOSS of the organization is still Karasuma Renya, or whether the identity of the other party will be changed after the A drug takes effect, Karasawa, who has not been exposed to the core content of the organization, does not know, but the Karasuma family is divorced from the organization. There is no open relationship, this is something both he and Miyano Shiho can confirm.
After all, he and Haibara Ai’s parents fell into the control of the organization after they accepted the olive branch of Karasuma Group and joined their pharmaceutical company. Karasuma Medicine is the organization’s research It is one of the skins through which institutions operate in society. This is an unquestionable part.
Why on earth did the organization suddenly adopt Karasawa Ikawa's theoretical system, which seemed so fantastical at first glance, to the extent that it even established half of its research lines with his research as the core? Obviously his father himself has never entered any cognitive world.
"Except that they have witnessed the cognitive world and discovered its existence through other channels, I can't think of any other answer." Karasawa pointed to the tall building outside the window again, "So, I want to verify Although there are many differences, this is the closest thing we can find to that bloody night."
"Bringing that reasoning madman is also to verify this conjecture?" Yuan Ai looked at Noah who was smiling and waving to him on the monitor, and asked uncertainly.
Ever since she decided to activate the plan to resurrect the dead and enter the deeper and more taboo realm of cognitive mysteries, the Phantom Thieves' actions and decisions will basically not be hidden from her, so although they have not yet entered She didn't know if she would still have a chance to enter that world, but she could already roughly outline the Phantom Thieves' action route and capabilities. She also knew that the members of the Phantom Thieves were facing dangerous battle scenes.
She was really curious about what role a little detective who would occasionally be in crisis due to his personal combat power in reality could play.
"That's not true." Tang Ze spread his hands calmly, "Bringing him is mainly for fun."
"Hey..." Haiyuan Ai's palm that supported his chin slipped, feeling that the discussion atmosphere was finally more serious. Instantly dissipated without a trace.
"I'm not kidding. I don't intend to let him really enter that world, but if he doesn't see it with his own eyes, it will be difficult for him to understand how we implement my father's theory." Tang Ze He patted his sister's fluffy and soft hair twice and said, "What's more, his brain that operates without authorization is really interesting, isn't it?"
Although the cognitive environment here is different, what he saw must not be entirely cognitive. The real face of the world, but how he would understand all this, Tang Ze was really curious.
Other work was being done in the car. The other people who were sorting out the information looked at each other and saw the same curiosity on each other's faces.
Don't tell me, don't tell me, it's quite curious...
So when the hand pointed to 12 o'clock, what Conan saw as he crept out of the room was that he was fully armed. , all members of the Phantom Thieves are ready.
You know, since the number of members of the Phantom Thieves continues to increase, and everyone is busy in their own way, there is a real opportunity to gather everyone together to put on Phantom Thief costumes and start a battle together. Rarely seen anymore.
"You, what are you..." Seeing everyone turning their heads to look at each other, Conan couldn't help but take a step back.
While eating, he had already seen the members of the Phantom Thieves led by Joker, who disguised himself as Karasawa this time.
Maybe it was because they had all changed into regular clothes. Although I could feel that each of them had their own unique temperament, overall they looked like a group of handsome men and women with eye-catching looks. They all looked pretty good. Other than that, It doesn't seem to be anything special.
And now, after all of them have put on their own clothes, the visual impact of this unique style of dressing but quite unified in color is indescribable.
Conan didn’t dare to speak anyway.
“Here he is, quite on time.” Tangze raised his hand and greeted, “It’s almost time.”
“Time? What time?” Seeing joker After waving to himself, Conan carefully walked out from behind the pillar and walked towards Joker, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs and was vaguely guarded in the center.
Hearing the other party mention the time, he lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist.
The minute hand is slowly approaching 12 o'clock, and there are only two minutes left before midnight.
"Of course, it is the time for fairy tales and fantasy." Tangze took Conan's hand and led him up the stairs to the huge oil painting hanging in the center of the hall, "It's 12 o'clock, fairy Durela's magic will soon expire."
Conan wanted to complain when he heard the other party use this metaphor again, but he raised his head and saw the giant that was approaching, and the feeling of oppression was getting heavier and heavier. Oil painting, feeling the change in the atmosphere, couldn't help but hold my breath slightly.
He is like Alice being led by Mr. Rabbit and about to go through the cave. He may see a completely different side of the world in the next time.
Joker's joking metaphor seems to be slowly becoming a reality.
"What will happen after the magic fails?" Conan couldn't help but ask as he grabbed Joker's hand wrapped in a glove.
The other party repeatedly emphasized 12 o'clock and everyone was waiting here. Obviously, this was not just made up to fool him. This time has special significance.
"After the magic expires, you will be captured by the scary old lady wandering in the castle." Looking down at Conan, who was a little nervous but trying to stay calm, Karasawa smiled.
The next second, he easily held the little boy in his hands, jumped up, grabbed the frame of the oil painting, and jumped in gently and skillfully as if climbing over a railing.
Conan, who expected to be taken into a secret passage in the castle, looked at the canvas that was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help shouting: "Hey, hey! What are you doing...!"
It was too late to say anything. As he spoke the next words, his face had already hit the canvas.
Conan instinctively held his breath, but what greeted him was not the expected impact and pain, but a thick and subtle smell that filled the entire respiratory tract, as if thick paint was instantly It crowded into his mouth, and the scene in front of him became violently distorted.
As if he had really jumped into the messy palette, he couldn't help coughing violently.
“Cough cough, cough cough cough…”
"Oh, that's a big reaction."
Conan was covering his mouth and nose with both hands and coughing violently. A cold glass object was stuffed into his mouth, and the cool liquid was poured into his mouth. , the strong sense of suffocation and the burning smell finally calmed down.
Not caring what it was, he quickly drank the tube of liquid. The feeling of dizziness and vomiting finally disappeared, and he had time to raise his head and observe the surrounding environment. He was caught in the joker's hand and jumped into the painting, but at this moment there was a tall closed door behind them.
The surrounding environment is dark, but the darkness is not the darkness caused by the lack of light source, but like...
"Black paint?" He stretched out his hand and touched the ground under his feet, expressing his first feeling.
He raised his head again and looked up at the only light source.
In the endless darkness, an upward staircase extends upward from the platform where they stand. The end of the staircase is a pure white arch that corresponds to the pure black plane of paint, with no shape at all.
This is a strange scene that simply violates the rules of reality, as if he has directly entered the world in the painting.
Instinctively, Conan had a subtle feeling.
If he hadn't been wearing these glasses on his face, maybe these "paints" would have rushed into more than just his sense of smell and taste. Those chaotic colors might have directly messed up his vision as well.
He turned his head and looked at the other Phantom Thieves who fell silently from high places one after another and landed around them. He quickly made an association and muttered in a low voice: "So, this is what will happen to your faces. The reason for wearing these things? "
Since his plain glasses can serve as "protection", their costumes with strange powers should play a greater role.
"We call it 'mask'." Tangze raised his hand and touched the cloth covering his eyes but miraculously not blocking any of his vision. "After a while, you may understand this That's why. Come on, Detective, our journey will not be smooth sailing."
After saying this, Tangze turned his head and looked behind him, which was also painted with paint. It was not so much a door. It would be better to say that he directly painted two decorative doors on the wall, smiling meaningfully.
Outside the picture frame, after the last member of the Phantom Thieves also jumped into the picture with a light movement, another ten seconds passed, and the minute hand of the wall clock in the hall finally moved forward one space, pointing to the small scale on the right side of 12.
There was a slight friction sound caused by the rotation of the wall in the corridor on the first floor.
Masushiro Mamiya walked out of the darkness with a stick in his hand.
She walked slowly into the hall with a gloomy face. The skin on her face was dry and droopy, forming large wrinkles. When she walked from the shadow to the light, the light and shadow on her face were uneven. Twisted, as if countless cracked black shadows were breaking out from under her loose skin and pouring out.
The quiet hall is deserted, with only the European wall lamps on the wall and the crystal lamp hanging in the center dutifully emitting a faint light.
Masuyo Mamiya looked around vigilantly, and after making sure he didn't see any traces, he looked through the window in the corridor and glanced at the RV parked on the lawn outside in a curtain of rain.
The door of the RV is closed tightly, the blinds are closed tightly, the weak light seeps through the gaps in the leaves, and a faint rhythmic music can be heard, along with the sound of rain and wind, passing in It was like a weak and feeble cry in the castle.
Fortunately, this group of people knew each other and basically did not enter the castle to live. The only people who actually entered the castle guest rooms were a group of old people and children, who were all easy to deal with and easy to handle.
Otherwise, she might really be unable to help herself and want to turn the almost provocative words of the young man at the dinner table into reality and create several murders in her sleep.
It's really troublesome, why would such a group of people come to her door? Although she is not as old as she looks on the inside, she is only a woman with limited power.
Compared with young people in the prime of life, the old man and the gang of elementary school students are much easier to deal with. Even if someone does accidentally discover the secret passage of the castle, she can use her familiarity with the terrain to easily crush the intruders to death. .
Just be patient a little longer. Judging from the confident look on the young man's face, I'm afraid they already know the answer to this puzzle.
Several years have passed. Everything she pursues is close at hand and within easy reach. She has plenty of patience.
She dragged the stick and disappeared into the entrance of another secret passage.
It wasn't until the wall turned over completely and the secret door disappeared again that Xingchuan Hui from the shadows poked his head out, glanced in the direction where she was standing, and curled his lips.
He didn't walk towards the oil painting, he just took out his phone and pressed it twice, and then he disappeared into the hall.
"...What the hell, I even installed it on her." After listening to his description, Tang Ze twitched the corner of his mouth, "She acted like a big boss. She still responded when there was any movement in the hall. If you dare to see the situation, if I were her, it would be too late for me to hide away. "
Please, although Masuyo Kakamamiya is not a real old lady, she is just a maid who acts alone.
In the original plot, she was able to successfully attack Conan and the Doctor and create so much panic and oppression, all because of the complicated secret passages in the castle and the fact that the group of people who came were all old people and children with no military value. .
Even if only Mao Lilan comes with her, she will be punched into the wall and unable to dig out if she is not careful.
Just like today, if she dares to arrive even one minute early, her old arms and legs won't be enough for the few of them, right?
"Maybe I have been wandering around the castle for a long time and have an illusion." She has no fighting power.”
Although the maid whose real name was Nishikawa Mutsumi caused many tragedies and killed more than a dozen people because of her greed, just like now, those lives were not killed by her head-on. , she just lit a fire and locked the tower door.
She is a monster who lives in the shadows and lives by hiding. She is a twisted madman who has even abandoned his own life and face, that's all.
"It is still necessary to come in. Someone should explain the lives of those innocent people." Tang Ze shrugged.
Xingchuan Hui wanted to say something more, but Conan's excited voice came over. He immediately took a step back and hid his figure in the shadow again.
“Oh, I seem to have found the way to enter this gate!” The detective, who had been fumbling around for a long time, stood up excitedly, “There should be a place to put the chess pieces. I’ll look for it. Let's look..."
"Well, keep going." The leader of the Phantom Thieves who kindly closed his third eye made an encouraging voice.
(End of this chapter)