By the time Fang Zheng and Conan arrived at the Ushiroomiya Family Villa, it was already evening.
"I still don't understand why every rich person likes building villas in these godforsaken places."
Fang Zheng got out of the car and glanced at the dilapidated villa before him, a place that could be used to film a horror movie without any makeup at all. He could only sigh helplessly.
"Are there really clues here?"
Conan got out of the car in a daze, barely managing to suppress the churning in his stomach. He had long known that riding in a car Fang Zheng was driving was not a good idea, but unfortunately, he had no other choice.
"Who knows? All we can do is take a look. If there are clues, great. If not... there's nothing I can do."
Fang Zheng took a deep breath and looked at the house before them.
"They said they'd send someone over to clean it up, but it seems I really can't expect much from real estate developers. To be honest, I don't want to live in this house either... Forget it, we can talk about that later. But speaking of which..."
Looking at the villa's front door, Fang Zheng fell silent.
"This really looks familiar..."
"Familiar?"
Hearing Fang Zheng mutter to himself, Conan stepped forward and took a look as well.
"Have you been here before?"
"How could I have? But this... I'm sick of seeing it."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng waved his flashlight and shone it on the villa's front door. He had no impression whatsoever of this villa, but this door was another matter. It was an oval double door, with two torches planted on either side. Fang Zheng walked over, took out a lighter, and lit the torches. Then he