Chapter 962

If the furniture company truck coming over and the explosion on the tunnel side were just to attract the guard's attention, the time window would be very short, and the risk of being discovered would be high.

The murderer's modus operandi...

Conan's gaze swept across the entire mansion, and the figure of Torakura Takuya flashed before his eyes.

This incident was clearly a continuation of the one from half a year ago, no doubt.

The police at the time might have only moved the coffin to check the ground because they were misled, failing to discover the secret passage hidden by the carpet, nor did they discover the mystery behind the coffin.

Come to think of it, this place is located at the border of Gunma Prefecture and Saitama Prefecture, and it seems to be exactly under the jurisdiction of Gunma Prefecture. Could the police who came half a year ago have been...

Conan drooped his eyelids.

He hoped it wouldn't be that guy.

Leaving one guard to watch the corpse, the other guard took Conan for a walk around the perimeter wall of the mansion.

There was no place to enter or exit in the surroundings, and there were anti-theft sensors on the wall; if anyone tried to climb over, the guard would know immediately.

These had been there since half a year ago; only the guards were hired after the maid incident, so the possibility of someone quietly tampering with things was low.

As for the secret passage...

Torakura Takuya probably only had one week to renovate it back then, and building a secret passage on a large scale would easily arouse the workers' suspicions, especially since there was already a vampire legend here.

Moreover, if there really were a secret passage, there would be no need to specifically arrange for a furniture company truck and blow up the tunnel.

The culprit only had that little bit of time to utilize.

When Conan returned to the villa again, the members of the Torakura family who had learned the news were already arguing.

"He's not a policeman, why should we listen to him?"

"Even if he is a famous detective, he's too young. Who knows if he's the real one..."

"Yeah," Hawakawa Johei cried, "he said he would give us an explanation, but in the end, wasn't my dear still killed?!"

"Let's just protect ourselves."

The crowd was determined and left the dining room despite the repeated requests of the maid Hikara Hikaru.

The butler wanted to go over and stop them, but was pulled back by Conan from behind.

"Forget it, it's useless," Conan shook his head and said, "let them go."

To incite everyone to leave at a time like this, the murderer clearly still had a plan.

"You already know, don't you?" Akaso Kaze asked.

"I've solved so many cases on my own, after all,"

Conan walked into the empty dining room and said, "The more complex the case, the more traces there often are to track, not to mention that the opponent isn't necessarily some high-IQ criminal."

Conan walked to the balcony window below the attic crime scene, pulled the curtains, and observed carefully.

"The tricks with the coffin and the photos have all been solved; all that's left is this, the vampire bat."

"The bat should just be a toy plane controlled by remote, the problem is the sudden appearance and disappearance of Torakura Takuya. There were no obvious traces left in the attic, and we rushed over almost immediately at the time."

"Could there be some other mechanism?"

Conan imitated Hawakawa Johei pulling the curtains at the time, his gaze landing on the window glass. After checking closely, he discovered that the top piece of glass was a convex lens, which could invert the scenery outside...

In other words, when Torakura Takuya appeared to shrink back upstairs, he was actually falling downwards. Because the window below was blocked by Hawakawa Johei, everyone didn't notice.

If that's the case...

Conan walked outside to the balcony and rummaged through a pile of flower pots nearby.

Sure enough, he saw a pale, fanged face.

Hidden by the flowers and plants was a head plus the shoulder part of a vampire cloak stuffed with padding.

The owner of this villa, Torakura Takuya, had actually already died, leaving only a head dressed up as a vampire.

Conan's eyes narrowed, and the scenes from before flashed through his mind like lightning.

The scream of the maid Hikara Hikaru, the conversation of the Torakura family members, and the old butler's account.

"So that's how it is." Conan's eyes lit up.

It was already the early hours of the morning. The chef and maids in the villa had all gone to sleep, and the members of the Torakura family were also silently staying in their respective rooms. The corridor was silent, with only the occasional sound of thunder from outside.

The maid Hikara Hikaru left her room holding her phone, looking at an email sent by the Master.

"Regarding the important matter I couldn't tell you this morning, please come to the Nanban room right now. Of course, don't let anyone discover you, come alone. Torakura Takuya."

The content of the email made her very concerned, and she didn't know what to do.

"Could it be that the Master is safe and sound, and even knows who the real culprit is? But at that time, he really looked like a vampire."

The maid Hikara Hikaru walked through the corridor towards the Nanban room in confusion, when she suddenly saw Akaso Kaze standing at the corner ahead. ===== CHAPTER 964 =====