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Matsuda didn't pay much attention to the name "the phantom of God's forsaken son."
But in his memory, wasn't Kidd always only interested in jewels?
Surely they wouldn't be so bored as to play this kind of detective game?
While everyone was still somewhat puzzled by Ms. Gunda's words,
The maid knocked and came in, saying that dinner was ready and that appetizers would be served first.
“It’s finally here, the last supper that guy was talking about,” said Ms. Gunda, who was near the door.
"Really?" Matsuda glanced at Ogami beside him. "I remember this was cooked by the famous gourmet detective himself. Is there a problem?"
With so many famous detectives in front of him, Matsuda naturally wouldn't criticize the detectives, but instead focused on the gourmet.
"What do you mean!" As expected, Ooue immediately looked at Matsuda with anger.
"It doesn't mean anything. I just hope this meal doesn't poison me," Matsuda said sarcastically.
"Let's stop arguing. We do have a common goal."
The oldest among them, Chima Shigeyo, offered a reminder.
"Officer Matsuda, as a public official, it's best to avoid saying things like that, or you'll get yourself into trouble."
Chapter 307 Don't be moved.
"Heh, I think the trouble is already big enough,"
Matsuda pursed his lips, but still gave Ogami face and didn't continue to provoke him.
After the maid saw that the guests had stopped arguing,
Only then did they begin preparing to serve the dishes.
“Miss Maid,”
As the maid walked past her from behind, Chima Kazuyo asked,
"Did your host instruct you on the order in which to serve the guests?"
"Yes, he said to start with Mr. White Horse and serve the dishes clockwise."
"That's what the maid replied."
"Honestly, the game has only just begun, yet they're talking about the Last Supper. It just makes me feel uneasy," Chima Kyouyo complained.
"Haha, don't worry, I made all these dishes, how could they be poisonous?" Da Shang said with a wry smile.
"But can you guarantee that the knives, forks, and spoons used during the meal are free of poison?"
"The first dish to be served is on the right-hand side of the restaurant," White Horse interjected.
"Those who have no safety awareness will be the first to be eliminated."
Koshimizu picked up the name tag in front of her seat.
"If it were Kidd, he might not kill, but are you sure it's really him who bound us to our respective positions with just a few words?"
"You don't think Kidd did this?" Shigeki asked, frowning at Koshimizu.
“I’m just suggesting a possibility,” Yue Shui shrugged. “We’re not sure if Kidd did it, but this mysterious master probably wouldn’t completely trust our abilities just because of our reputations.”
The white horse hesitated for a moment.
"In that case, everyone should wipe their own tableware with their own handkerchiefs."
"I really dislike the feeling of being led by the nose by him."
Shigeki suggested,
"How about we switch seats by playing rock-paper-scissors?"
"If the homeowner really intended to poison one of the people, what happens if the person sitting in that seat is poisoned?"
Mori, after all, was a former policeman, and he couldn't remain indifferent to the deaths of others.
"Hmph, people like that can only lament their bad luck from their coffins."
Maoshu said in a relaxed manner.
"I think I'd better give up and not get involved in your tricks."
Matsuda waved his hand.
“You’re either detectives now or you used to be. I’m the only cop here. Even if that guy wanted to kill someone, he probably wouldn’t eliminate me in the first round.”
"Hmph, I think he might very well kill you, the policeman, first to intimidate us detectives."
Maoshu spoke up sarcastically.
"Then I'll take your kind words."
Matsuda waved his hand, too lazy to continue arguing with Shigeki.
"If you're not participating, then I won't come either," Yue Shui nodded and said.
"I don't need it anymore,"
Ai said softly.
"I wasn't even on the invitation list for this gathering, so the owner of the villa probably won't do anything to me."
Matsuda, Koshimizu, and Ai didn't participate, so the rest of the group started playing rock-paper-scissors.
After everyone had moved to their new seats, Matsuda looked at Mori, who was still sitting in his original spot, and smiled.
"Mr. Mori's position hasn't changed. I wonder if this is a good thing or a bad thing?"
Although they said they didn't care, when it was time to eat...
Matsuda wiped his tableware more carefully than anyone else.
That serious attitude even made Ms. Gunda somewhat uncomfortable.
"Did I really think the famous Detective Matsuda was fearless?"
"This wasn't prepared for me,"
Matsuda smiled, then placed the safe utensils in front of Ai.
Then she picked up Ai's original tableware and started wiping it.
"And this one? It's yours now, isn't it?" Mogi mocked.
"Incorrect answer,"
Matsuda waved his hand, and after the tableware was wiped clean, he placed it in front of Koshimizu, while he himself used Koshimizu's tableware.
"senior......"
Koshimizu's eyes reddened with emotion, and even Ai looked at Matsuda with a complicated expression.
"Why are you so touched?" Matsuda chuckled. "I brought you here, so naturally I'll lead you out safely as well."
"Tch," several arrogant detectives watched with disdain as Matsuda worked up Koshimizu and Ai's favorability ratings.
In their view, Matsuda was completely unrelated to being a good policeman.
After all, in the eyes of these detectives, a truly good policeman should be the kind who always follows behind a famous detective.
They can only say things like "yes," "right," and "okay" when they are being submissive!
This is the kind of police officer that these famous detectives consider qualified.
......
"Uh, no wonder he's a gourmet detective,"
After finishing the food on his plate, Mori couldn't help but remark...
"Detective Mori, you're too kind,"
Ogami was quite kind to Kogoro Mouri, who was also a detective.
"I only accumulated a lot of cooking experience to satisfy my own culinary desires."
“It seems we were overthinking it.” Miss Gunta wiped her mouth. “It seems that Phantom Thief Kid really doesn’t kill people.”
“We can’t relax yet. I suggest we wait and see how things go,” Maoshu said.
"How was the last supper I prepared for you all? Are you all satisfied?"
The recording has started playing again in the model.
"I'm sure everyone is wondering why I went to all this trouble to start our game with this house."
"Everyone, please take a closer look at the symbol on the tableware in your hands."
"What is this? A crow!"
Mori looked at the spoon in his hand and exclaimed in surprise.
"Could this be...?"
The oldest of the group, Senma Kazuyo, seemed to know something about this raven symbol.
"This is the crest of the Karasuma Renya family!"
The dummy explained to everyone,
"The wealthy Karasuma Renya, who died mysteriously half a century ago, left too many traces in this villa. The door, the floor, the handrails, many things were specially made and all have his family crest on them."
"You are all excellent detectives. I'm sure you noticed the traces left behind by that tragedy when you stepped into this house."
"Forty years ago, on a rainy night, when this house still retained its beautiful glow, many celebrities from the political and economic circles accepted the invitation to come here. On the surface, it was to commemorate Karasuma Renya, who passed away at the age of 99, but in fact it was an auction to auction off the artworks that Karasuma had collected during his lifetime."
"Because there were more than 300 items up for auction, the auction, which was scheduled to last for three days, was interrupted on the second day by two men who arrived during a torrential downpour. The two men, soaking wet, said they were lost and hoped to take shelter there until the storm ended."
Chapter 308 The First Death
"The auctioneer was naturally reluctant to let them in, but one of the men took out a pack of cigarettes, saying it was a thank-you gift. After the organizer smoked a cigarette, he immediately and enthusiastically invited them inside."
"The two men also took out more cigarettes to share with others. As everyone was smoking these cigarettes freely in the closed house, suddenly one of the men screamed as if he had seen a demon, and at the same time picked up the artwork he was bidding on and ran outside."