Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

Just now, when Kogoro Mouri suddenly suggested connecting with the Onmyoji Akatsuka, he didn't think much of it.

He's just a charlatan; what real skills could he possibly have?

To his surprise, one sentence from the other person almost scared him to death.

Chapter 132 Case, Soul, Gold: A Perfect Request

When host Takashi Matsuo froze, assistant Ayako Nagai quickly stepped in to save the day.

"Onmyoji, I am Nagai Ayako, and I am your loyal fan."

"However, you may not be familiar with the case we are currently broadcasting live..."

"Heh, a case being broadcast live?" Akazuka laughed. "Miss Ayako, I'm afraid you're the one who doesn't know the situation."

"If my divination is correct, your program's producer, Michihiko Suwa, is now dead in the conference room on the fourth floor."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

"real or fake?"

"It seems that Mr. Suwa has really disappeared."

"No one is answering the phone or cell phone in the room!"

"Go find it quickly!"

A short while later, a call came into the studio.

"What? Mr. Suwa is covered in blood?"

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"He really did die in the conference room on the fourth floor!"

"Could it be... that what the Onmyoji said is true?"

"If that's the case, then the murderer would be..."

"Host: Takashi Matsuo!"

Takashi Matsuo's face turned ashen.

He sat there blankly.

The TV station's director rushed downstairs.

"Quickly, keep the live stream going, don't stop. Send a few people to the fourth floor to film immediately,"

"This is a once-in-a-century live crime scene deduction broadcast."

"Ayako Nagai, you will immediately take on the role of host and interview the guests."

"Ah~ Alright, Mr. Mori, please tell me the truth about this case."

"Case? What case?" Kogoro Mouri looked completely bewildered.

"It's the case of Mr. Suwa's murder."

"Hahaha." Kogoro Mouri laughed so hard his tongue was practically slurring. "You actually believed that? Akatsuki-san must be joking with you..."

“But Mr. Suwa really is dead. His body is sitting in the conference room on the 4th floor, just like the Onmyoji said.” Nagai Ayako said, blinking her big eyes.

"What? Is that so?"

Kogoro Mouri stared in disbelief, as if he had just woken up.

Did Chi Chusang say who the murderer was?

"Yes, he said the host was the murderer."

Kogoro Mouri immediately stood up and pointed at the host with a serious expression.

"Then there's no doubt about it, the murderer is you, Takashi Matsuo."

"As for the reason, hehe, Akatsuchi-san is an extremely skilled Onmyoji, and his judgment is absolutely correct."

Ayako Nagai looked completely bewildered.

Is this the famous detective from Tokyo?

After all that talking, it's like I haven't said anything at all.

Conan was shocked in the audience.

No way, is Chi Chufeng really that powerful?

How can a simple phone call reveal a case at the TV station?

I still don't know what happened?

Is the gap between us really that big?

"enough!"

Matsuo Takashi suddenly stood up, resigned to his fate.

"I don't want to be a clown anymore, I plead guilty!"

The entire scene was completely silent.

Takashi Matsuo reached out and pushed up his glasses.

"I never expected that the strongest Onmyoji in Tokyo would live up to his reputation."

"I've been planning this case for over a month, and you've just exposed it so easily."

“I really regret that I should have firmly refused when Detective Mori suggested connecting with you.”

"Unfortunately, I agreed for the sake of the show's effect."

"And such a simple choice has plunged me into the abyss..."

"Lord Chichu, I am convinced!"

Takashi Matsuo bowed deeply and then extended his hands.

His words and actions were transmitted to every household via television.

Viewers in front of their televisions were all shocked.

"Shouldn't all Onmyoji be charlatans?"

"Can they really tell fortunes?"

"Didn't you hear what he said? Only this Lord Chi Chu is truly powerful."

On Shikijima, a few hours from Tokyo, village chief Takeo Mikami stood up in surprise.

"Quickly, go and invite this Onmyoji!"

"He can definitely deal with those harmful ghosts!"

After several busy days, Magic Maid Miyano Akemi has finally finished.

“Magic circles are carved on all the key parts of her body, and three key and hidden acupoints fix the spatial gate leading to the soul space.”

"With these three small doors, we can continuously provide her with magic power, which can not only maintain her existence in the real world, but also provide military support."

"Of course, in order to prevent blockage, these three small doors need to be cleared frequently to keep them unobstructed."

"The only thing we lack now is practical experience."

"However, in this degenerate age, where can we find ghosts that can fight?"

Chi Chufeng stroked his chin.

Jingle Bell.

the phone is ringing.

"Moshi moshi, this is the Akatsukaze Onmyoji Agency."

"Shikishima? The ghosts of the Navy at work?"

"A billion dollars worth of gold!"

Chi Chufeng's eyes immediately lit up.

A case, a soul, gold—it's a perfect commission.

"Alright, I'll take your request!"

Chapter 133 Necromancer Conversion Magic Circle

Shikishima, midnight.

Although it was already late at night, every household on Shiki Island was brightly lit, illuminating the residential area as if it were daytime.

On the empty street, Shikishima's village chief, Takeo Mikami, his assistant, Goro Kinoshita, and several members of the village self-defense force carrying weapons walked together.

A villager stammered, "Village chief, is arranging night patrols really useful? I think we should stay home and wait until we bring the Onmyoji over tomorrow."

“Yes, village chief.” Another villager nodded in agreement. “Those armored warrior ghosts have started hurting people. Several people have been slashed in the past few days.”