When Fang Zheng and Conan arrived at the Yodaimiya family's villa, it was already evening.
"I still don't get why every rich person likes to build villas in these godforsaken places."
Fang Zheng got out of the car, glanced at the villa in front of him, which was already dilapidated and could be used to shoot a horror film without makeup, and sighed helplessly.
"Is there really a clue here?"
Conan got out of the car dizzily, barely suppressing the turmoil in his stomach. He had long known that taking a ride with Fang Zheng wasn't a good idea, but he had no other choice.
"I don't know, I can only say we'll see. If there is a clue, great, if not... there's nothing I can do."
Fang Zheng took a deep breath and looked at the house in front of him.
