Only when Jiang Xia mentioned the bookshelf did Mouri Ran notice it. She swept her gaze over those terrifying ghostly covers and nearly screamed again.
But considering that these were someone else's treasured collection, Mouri Ran took a deep breath and ultimately only praised him: "You're really brave, being able to stay with them like this—I'd probably have nightmares every night if my room were filled with these."
"This is nothing." The otaku laughed heartily. "Mr. Banchō in Room 4 is far more impressive than I am. His room is practically a genuine haunted house."
"It really is a room straight out of a haunted house!"
The group then visited the Puppeteer. Looking at the various objects arranged around the room, even Mouri Kogoro's brow twitched, let alone Mouri Ran's. "Why are there nothing but statues of demons and monsters, and they're all pitch-black... Do people really buy these things?"
"Of course. This is art." The Puppeteer raised a hand and tugged the light cord, his tone faintly boastful. "And they aren't ordinary dolls. If you turn off the lights—look!"
As the lights went out, the room became pitch-black. But soon, all sorts of bizarre fluorescence lit up their vision again.
—The dolls, each one grotesque and twisted in expression, actually began to emit a ghostly glow. Set against the black background, their terrifying appearances became even clearer and more horrifying.
Looking at the hellish scene, Mouri Ran suddenly clutched the arm in her embrace and screamed with her eyes shut. "Ah!!!"
The corner of Mouri Kogoro's eye twitched, and he hissed in pain.
... On the other side, Jiang Xia looked at the arm that had been repeatedly ravaged tonight and was glad he had secretly padded it with a layer of Puppet Clay earlier.
Conan watched this