The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand three hundred and eighty-seven [cadres also want to make up eight hexagrams] (〃?〃)?

Vodka: "..." It seems that I guessed wrong.

Fortunately, Gin didn't expect him to guess right, so he continued: "Kasaka Natsumi's great-grandmother may be the princess Maria who disappeared during the revolution."

Of course, this is just a flash of speculation, lacking evidence. Qin Jiu thought to himself: Maybe Wu Zuo also found something interesting in this, so he wanted to bring all the actors to see what is hidden in the castle, so as to uncover this unfinished history.

Also...

"Pusi Qinglan's syllable changed, and it became 'Rasputin'. The photo on the TV cabinet in her room happened to be a single photo of Rasputin. It was shot in the right eye, and I admire Rasputin to such an extent, maybe 'Squabing' is not just a fan, but has a blood relationship with him."

Gin recalled the information he saw along the way: "If Maria's gray eyes were inherited from her empress mother, Nicholas II's empress seems to have been ambiguous with Rasputin— The two women in the castle may be distant relatives and sisters that they don't even know about."

Vodka: "..." I came here to do a random task, and I actually ate a melon from a hundred years ago, what a mess.

But he really didn't expect that his elder brother would be interested in these histories.

"This is useful news." Gin didn't seem to be purely gossiping, he took out his phone and typed something on it, "Someone might be interested in the descendants of the Tsarist Russian royal family."

Afterwards, he closed the cabinet door, let Vodka put the oil painting back in its place, turned and left the room, as if intending to continue to visit and look for other discoveries.

…

At this time, a group of serious guests who came for the "Egg of Memories" were still visiting the other corner upstairs.

Conan looked around, feeling something was wrong: "Did something happen just now?"

The wind on the top of the mountain is strong, blowing on the outer wall of the castle, making a lot of noise. The two rooms are again exactly on the diagonal.

Jiang Xia listened carefully for a while, and didn't hear many unusual noises, but heard the retelling of the scene on the other side by the ghosts, and the grand harvest of ice cream.

He looked at Conan's ears in surprise: "..." Could it be that the legendary Hawaiian training class also came with enhanced five senses?

The old butler was a little deaf, and also did not hear the sound.

When he heard the words, he just looked down at the ground: "Did you step on the mechanism? ——Master Xiyi likes to design all kinds of small mechanisms. Less fun."

"'Some'...there are quite a few institutions. It may be difficult to determine the storage location of the 'Egg of Memories' only from the location of the institutions." "White Bird Police Department" sighed and looked at Jiang Xia , "I also took a rough tour of the castle, do you have any idea?"

Jiang Xia looked away from Pusi Qinglan, thought about the upcoming harvest season, and said casually: "Hide things are usually hidden in the basement or secret room. The walls here seem not thick enough to seal the secret room, secret passage or cabinet I can barely let it go."

"That is to say, it is more likely to be hidden underground." Conan seemed to have an idea, he looked up at the old housekeeper, "Grandpa housekeeper, is there a basement here?"

The old butler shook his head: "No."

"No?" Conan was taken aback, but he didn't give up, "Is there a room for that great-grandfather craftsman on the first floor?"

"There is a master Xiyi's office, but it is rarely used now." The old housekeeper turned to lead the way, "here."

…

A few people followed the stairs back to the first floor, and the old housekeeper pushed open a door.

Compared with the other rooms they visited, this room is slightly smaller and looks more modest, like a miniature library. Built-in bookshelves hold a variety of books on two walls. On the other wall, there are some old black and white photos.

"This room is mainly used to display photos of Mr. Xiyi, as well as some photographic works." The old housekeeper made a gesture of "please come in", signaling them to come in and visit.

Most of the people in the photo are wearing clothes in the style of the last century, and they belong to the generation of Pusi Qinglan's great-grandfather. The breath of the times is coming.

Suzuki Sonoko remembered that when chatting on the boat, Kasaka Natsumi said that her eyes were inherited from her great-grandmother.

She couldn't help being curious about the appearance of that great-grandmother, and looked at the many photos in the room: "Miss Xia Mei, which one is the photo of your great-grandmother?"

Kasaka Natsumi smiled helplessly: "I don't know what my great-grandmother looks like. There is no picture of her here. There are no other places. I searched for it when I was young, but I couldn't find any... Maybe it is She doesn't like to take pictures, I heard that some old people think that there are monsters living in the camera, and they will take away the soul of the person being photographed when taking pictures, so they are determined not to show up."

Jiang Xia: "..." It may also be that she was being chased and killed at the time, so it's not easy to leave a picture of herself.

While he was muttering casually in his heart, he felt a little regretful that he couldn't find more interesting mechanisms just now.

Thinking about it, Jiang Xia couldn't help sighing. He balled up a few wisps of freshly squeezed ice cream just now, and while no one was paying attention, he stuffed it into the tattoo and marked it with an anti-lost mark.

…

Besides, the art dealer's ideas coincided with Jiang Xia's, and he was also looking for traps everywhere - he hadn't given up on the idea of ​​solo treasure hunting, but unfortunately, he hadn't been able to find traps and opportunities.

After coming to this office, the art dealer's eyes are still wandering around, trying to find out if there are any collections here.

At this moment ~IndoMTL.com~ his eyes glanced over a photo on the wall inadvertently, and he stopped in shock: "Here, in this group photo, why does the person on the right look so much like that 'Rasputin'?!"

The photo is a group photo of two people. The man on the top is standing and sitting, and the one on the left is Japanese with a round beard. The person sitting on the right is tall, with terrifying eyes, and a long beard that hangs down thickly.

The Russian ambassador was startled when he heard the words, and he also leaned over to have a look.

Soon, he nodded firmly: "It's not like, this is him—look, there is his signature on the photo." He pointed to a string of Russian words across the photo.

The art dealer was a little surprised: "I was able to take this kind of photo with Rasputin. It seems that this Xiangsaka had a high status at that time."

"Rasputin?" Suzuki Sonoko was a little puzzled, looking at Mao Lilan, all the words were in his eyes: - who is that? Is it great?

Mao Lilan looked back, her eyes dazed: I don't know. This name is too old to get a signature, and it has already exceeded her star chasing vocabulary.