Conan: If I Know Magic, I Will Destroy The World

The dinner lasted for more than an hour. After the meal, Takeo Mikami bowed to Chichu Feng and said, "Lord Chichu, are you satisfied with tonight's dinner?"

"Well, very good." Chichu Feng nodded in satisfaction.

I have to say that the dinner hosted by Shikishima tonight is really amazing. There are all kinds of seafood, and they are all rare varieties.

If this table was in Tokyo, it would definitely not be worth hundreds of thousands of yen. Takeo Mikami and the others really put their heart into it.

After a few simple words of courtesy, Chichu Feng asked about the situation on the island.

"In recent years, that is, after the navy ghost appeared, has anyone died on the island, or has anyone been hospitalized?"

Mikami Takeo thought for a while and said something, "Dead man, apart from the captain of the Ryujin seven years ago, the only thing that happened five years ago.

"One day five years ago, some people who claimed to be university professors came to our island. They seemed to be very interested in the rumors of the navy on our island, so they stayed here to investigate

"At that time, we could occasionally see sailor ghosts wandering around at night on our island. I warned them that they must never enter the cave of the navy, but they~ didn't listen."

"Then, on a certain night, all those university professors suddenly disappeared from the hotel, and there has been no news since then. People on the island said that they were killed by the dead souls of the navy."

"Is that so." Chichu Feng frowned and said, "Mr. Mikami, after those professors disappeared, didn't you—didn't call the police?"

"This..." Takeo Mikami hesitated for a moment, and then said honestly: "Master Chichu, one of the pillar industries of our Shikishima is tourism."

"Those professors are missing on the island. Once they report to the police, the police will definitely come to investigate."

"If tourists know that people are missing or even killed on the island, our tourism industry in Kojima will be severely hit."

"So I made the decision at the time, concealed this matter, disposed of the luggage of those professors, and told the islanders that they all went back to Tokyo."

"I am so sorry!"

Chichu Feng nodded and said nothing.

It has nothing to do with him anyway.

He mainly wanted to understand why the magic circle suddenly activated after hundreds of years.

Now it seems that 80% of people died within the scope of the magic circle, and the blood and soul were used as sacrifices, and the undead transformation magic circle was activated.

"How many professors are there who disappeared on the island?"

"Seven people." Takeo Mikami replied immediately, "Five men and two women, a total of seven people."

"Seven people."

Chichu Feng silently calculated in his heart.

All the energy, blood and soul of a person should be enough to transform ten undead.

Seven people are seventy.

It's really not a small amount.

However, after five years of mana consumption, I am afraid that this number will be discounted.

Fortunately, there is a magic maid now, otherwise I really have to do it myself.

"Tomorrow, I will go to the place where the dead spirits often appear, and it will be resolved soon, so you don't have to worry.

Mikami Takeo, Kinoshita Goro and the others had happy faces when they heard the words, and thanked them respectfully:

"Thank you so much, Master Onmyoji!"

"By the way, we have a few people here who were injured by the ghosts of the navy. Their injuries have never healed. Can you take a look at them?" Mikami Takeo asked.

Son, bring it here. "

Chichu Feng just wanted to see the attack power of the magic circle.

‥...seeking flowers...0

About five minutes later, Kinoshita Goro returned to the room, followed by several haggard and pale islanders.

The islanders greeted Chichu Feng respectfully.

Chichu Feng nodded and called someone over.

The wound on his body didn't look like he was cut by a sharp object, but rather like he was bruised by some blunt object.

A puff of black air emerged from the green and black place.

Hey, this thing seems to be somewhat similar to the Kikuchiyo who made the magic tool back then.

Chichu Feng suddenly had an idea.

He recited aloud, and hung his hand over the wound.

Under the palm, the soul of the Japanese platoon was thrown out.

As expected, those black qi met the soul and immediately entangled it.

The soul swelled up as if blown out of breath.

Mana Drain.

Zizizi.

A feeling of comfort entered the body.

Chichu Feng couldn't help but smacked his mouth.

It's been a long time since I did this, I do it once in a while, and I miss it a bit.

"Hey? It's all right! My injury is gone!"

The islanders watched in surprise as their bruises quickly dissipated.

He stood up and moved around, and the original cold and pain all disappeared.

"Thank you, Lord Onmyoji, for saving your life! Thank you, Lord Onmyoji!"

The islanders knelt down and kowtowed to Chichu Feng.

Chichu Feng cured several of them in a row.

At the last one, unbuttoning his clothes immediately made him frown.

Does this person have too many injuries?

It is everywhere all over the body, there must be as many as seven or eight places.

"What's your name?" Chichu Feng asked

"My surname is Hamada, Hamada Koji. I'm the lighthouse guard on the island, responsible for guarding the lighthouse." The eyes of the islanders flickered. .