The famous criminal in the world of Conan

Chapter 550 That's a demon!

"Ah... um... hahahaha,"

Hattori Heiji scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"I haven't seen that Kudo kid for a long time, so when I heard that a letter was sent to his house inviting him to a party, I thought of disguising myself to see if I could lure him out."

“Uh, hahahaha…”

Perhaps Hattori Heiji felt that his explanation was not very good, and he burst into awkward laughter again.

Maori Kogoro listened to his nonsense excuse and waved his hands in disdain.

"Alright, alright, stop talking."

"I don't care what you think, but tell me what's wrong with the glass of wine that the mummy drank?"

"Hehe, alright, Uncle Maori."

When Hattori Heiji heard that the topic had come to one that he was good at, he immediately pulled himself together, straightened his clothes, and a confident smile appeared on his face again.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with the drink itself."

"The problem is actually the name of the drink itself."

"name?"

Maori Kogoro frowned slightly, then patted Hattori Heiji's shoulder with an unhappy look on his face.

"Hattori boy!"

"Stop being so damn secretive and tell me what's going on."

"Ouch!"

Hattori Heiji covered his shoulder in pain and looked at Mori Kogoro with resentment.

Damn Uncle Maori!

When Shuten-doji was talking so arrogantly before, you didn't even hit him twice!

Why do you go so strong when it comes to me, Hattori Heiji?

If Kogoro Mori knew this, he would definitely laugh in his heart.

Although he felt that there was something wrong with the white pine tree, he was not quite sure.

In times of uncertainty, if this guy is really Bai Ma Song, then he will be in big trouble!

"Mr. Maori,"

Seeing Hattori Heiji's frustrated look, Shuten-doji suppressed his urge to laugh and said to Mori Kogoro,

"In fact, the reason why the name of this drink is problematic is that it is called Silver Bullet."

"Silver Bullet?"

Kogoro Maori was stunned again. He always felt that the name of this drink was very familiar and seemed to mean something, but he couldn't remember it.

"Yes, that's Silver Bullet,"

Shuten-doji sneered, then looked at the werewolf next to him with a playful look.

"Mr. Werewolf, do you have anything to say now?"

"Humph! What does this prove?"

The werewolf snorted coldly. He actually didn't realize the meaning of this name.

"This glass of wine is for me to drink!"

"Mr. Maori was indeed by my side at the time!"

"You bullshit!"

Before anyone else could say anything, the mummy couldn't help but yell at the werewolf.

He had said before why it felt so strange. It turned out that the bastard werewolf had killed someone and wanted him to take the blame.

But now, he has figured out everything and he won't be as stupid as before.

"This is the Silver Bullet that Producer Fukuura specifically asked me to drink!"

"There's no way the rest of you can drink this drink!"

"Haha, why not..."

The werewolf just sneered, meaning that what you said makes no sense.

But he had only said half of his words when he discovered the problem.

This, this drink is...

"Ahaha, Mr. Werewolf has also discovered the problem."

Hattori Heiji looked at the werewolf with an amused expression, only to see that the werewolf had his mouth open, as if he had something to say but couldn't.

"Haha, yeah, there's no way Mr. Werewolf would drink that glass of wine."

Shuten-doji also laughed, and then his gaze towards the werewolf gradually became more focused.

"After all, the Silver Bullet is the only magic weapon in legend that can kill supernatural creatures like werewolves—"

"Silver Bullet!"

......

"Silver Bullet?"

"Silver Bullet?"

......

Everyone was talking about it. They came to this Halloween party because they wanted to become supporting actors in the movie, and because they were avid fans of supernatural stories.

As for the function of the silver bullet, these enthusiasts are naturally very familiar with it.

Therefore, they naturally understood that it was absolutely impossible for a person who played a werewolf to take the initiative to drink a wine called Silver Bullet.

After all, the purpose of people coming here is basically to take part in the performance, so they need to fully commit themselves to the role, and once committed, it is impossible for them to take the poison on their own initiative.

And if you don't invest in the role, it would go against the purpose here.

At the same time, it also contradicts what the werewolf said before, that he has been trying hard to express himself.

So, it seems that Mr. Werewolf can't defend himself no matter what.

"me......"

As expected, the werewolf was speechless at this point.

He really didn't expect that the mummy he had chosen randomly before would actually be tasked with drinking a drink like Silver Bullet.

Otherwise, my technique should be perfect...

"Don't even think about it. We can find you even without the Silver Bullet."

Shuten-doji tore off the wolf's fig leaf.

"You may not have thought that when you broke the glass, the shards of glass got onto the soles of your shoes."

"I think when you killed the ghost captain, you should have climbed to the platform where the captain was standing at the time?"

"And that's when a few pieces of glass were left on the soles of your shoes."

"I think that after comparison, this can become indicative evidence against you."

"call......"

The werewolf let out a long sigh and shook his head helplessly.

"Oh okay."

"But, I have no other choice!"

"Although I have some personal grudges with Producer Fukuura, it's not to the point of murder."

"Then what are you doing?"

Kogoro Maori was very puzzled.

The werewolf sighed again, and the only eyes that were exposed through the wolfskin hood were filled with fear.

"Because there is a demon who made me do this!"

"Her? Who is she?"

Kogoro Maori asked quickly.

Shuten Douji, Hattori Heiji, Medusa, Ootengu, and Suzuki Sonoko were also listening attentively.

Some of them may have guesses, while others are simply curious.

Among the crowd around, leaning against a dark corner, another burly, two-meter-tall man with a wolf head silently put down his mobile phone.

Well, this chess piece is useless now.

I originally thought that if Kudo Shinichi was not dead, it would be an interesting piece of news that I could tell Gin.

But now it seems that this place is no longer interesting.

Let's wait for the ship to dock.

......

Under Maori Kogoro's questioning and everyone's gaze, the werewolf swallowed his saliva, suppressed his fear, and said in a trembling voice,

"That demon, she, she calls herself--"

"Belmod."