After dinner, everyone was passing time in the Masked Hall. The photographer and the rock singer went to play billiards, while Kogoro Mouri cornered the mysterious diviner to have her predict his fortune for the year.
Meanwhile, Fang Zheng was seated in a chair, drinking tea and reading a book. Overall, everything was very calm—yes, the calm before the storm.
"Mr. Fang Zheng."
At this moment, Ran and Conan came over and sat next to Fang Zheng.
"Isn't it boring to read a book by yourself? Why not play chess with us?"
"Chess…it's a bit too boring for me."
Looking at Ran cheerfully holding the chessboard up to him, Fang Zheng put down his book and thought for a moment.
"How about I tell you a story instead?"
"A story? Yes, please!"
Hearing that Fang Zheng was going to tell them a story, Ran immediately showed her interest, while Conan looked at Fang Zheng curiously, wanting to see what kind of story he would tell.
