"!!" Startled by the ghostly voice and what it said, Mouri Ran jerked away from the sound and bumped into Dr. Araide and Jiang Xia.
Dr. Araide casually put an arm around her and looked down. "Are you okay?"
Curacao couldn't help glancing over. "..." This woman was really dedicated to pretending to be a school doctor.
Conan: "...?!" What are you doing? Take your hand off her waist!!
He really wanted to shout that at her, but the faint aura of the Organization drifting through the surroundings made Conan take a deep breath. He could only force himself to stay rational.
...Still, some things needed to be interrupted.
Soon, the Fake Elementary School Student seemed to be drawn by the person speaking at the door. Like a bratty kid, he forcibly squeezed between Mouri Ran and Dr. Araide, separating them, then nonchalantly asked the elderly woman at the doorway, "Madam, what do you mean by a wronged spirit?"
President Daimon's wife had followed them over at some point. She had been the one speaking from the doorway just now.
Hearing the guest's question, she explained softly in a devout yet fearful tone, "General Shuyū's wronged spirit is attached to this suit of armor. He died a horrible death, his heart full of resentment. So late at night, his soul cannot help wandering about—anyone who sees him will soon die an unnatural death. It is his revenge upon this filthy mortal world."
As she spoke, the old woman carried a newly made pair of pristine white tabi in her arms and trembled over to the armor. She placed them on the offering table before it and prayed devoutly, "I hope General Shuyū doesn't let his feet freeze while he wanders."
President Daimon could no longer stand it. "You're always putting