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

Miyoshi Asako paused for a moment and looked in the direction the sound came from.

Momochi Hironobu and Fumino were standing at the entrance of the corridor; they had not left.

Fumino lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling uncontrollably, as if she was suppressing something.

"I'm sorry, I asked Mr. Momochi to eavesdrop on your conversation. Sister Asako, did you really... really want to kill me?"

Miyoshi Asako stood there stunned for a while, then whispered, "I'm sorry, Fumino..."

Meanwhile, in the basement of the ninety-nine households.

Conan and Uncle Mori huddled together, staring at a line of numbers on the phone.

Conan was writing something down in his notebook, while Uncle Mori looked completely bewildered.

"Strange, what does this line of numbers mean?"

Looking at the numbers he had copied down, Conan's eyes gleamed: "Uncle Mori, these numbers might be referring to the culprit."

"The murderer?" Uncle Mori stroked his chin, still looking bewildered. "But why do I feel like these numbers were just randomly typed out?"

Sanada Ichizo, who was standing next to him, said, "In fact, the police also found this line of numbers on the phone. However, they also said that the number was meaningless and that Fumino probably just randomly dialed it."

Conan glanced at the notebook in his hand, then at the phone in front of him, a sudden inspiration striking him, and a smile appeared on his lips:

"Uncle Mori, Mr. Sanada, these numbers weren't just randomly typed out; they have a specific meaning."

"Actually, if we consider this line of numbers as a puzzle, as long as we master the method of deciphering it, everything will naturally become clear."

Conan wore a smug expression, which annoyed Uncle Mori, who punched him on the head.

"You little brat! Don't just mimic adults' speech!"

Conan cried out "Ouch!" and covered his head, running away in tears.

This useless old man keeps hitting my head when he's bored. He'll make me stupid.

Sanada Ichizo asked curiously, "The method to decipher it? Since Conan said so, he must have made some discovery, right?"

Conan, rubbing the large bump on his head, said:

"Well, I don't know if that's right or wrong. But if you use the '*' key in this line of numbers as a separator, and then connect the individual numbers according to their positions on the phone, it seems like it would form some kind of special pattern."

"Oh! I see!"

Uncle Mori began to decipher the code using the method Conan had suggested: "According to this kid, the numbers before the first '*' key are 126871. If you connect these numbers in order on the keyboard, it forms the letter 'D'..."

"Wow! Uncle Mori is amazing! So that pattern is pronounced 'D'! I didn't know that!"

Conan seized the opportunity to cheer and jump for joy, acting as if Uncle Mori had solved a world mystery.

"Haha, where is it?"

Uncle Mori smiled modestly for a moment, then suddenly realized something was amiss.

Wait a minute! What's so great about knowing the letter "D"?

Is this kid deliberately trying to smear him?

In the living room.

Yuutomo Momochi bowed to Akatsukaze and the others, saying, "I apologize, everyone. Because Fumino said she's the teacher's daughter and should have the right to know about this matter, that's why I..."

Nanae waved her hand and hugged the sobbing Fumino: "No need to apologize, Momochi, it's already like this."

“I’m so sorry!” Yuutomo Momochi bowed again in apology.

Chi Chufeng looked at Kujuku Shichie: "Mrs. Kujuku, your request has been completed. I have found out the true cause of your husband's death, and it has nothing to do with evil spirits."

"As for how to deal with the murderer, Miyoshi Asako, that's up to you."

Chi Chufeng turned his gaze to Miyoshi Mako.

Given what Jiujiu Wenkang did, it was enough that Chi Chufeng helped him find the murderer.

If it weren't for the commission and Xiao Fumino, he wouldn't bother with this guy.

Miyoshi Asako immediately said, "Don't worry, I will go to the police station to turn myself in later."

Chi Chufeng nodded without offering any opinion.

Kujuro Shichie hesitated for a moment, then looked at Akatsuki Fu, "Lord Akatsuki, what will happen to my husband, Motoyasu?"

“Yuan Kang…” Chi Chufeng hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Do you want him to go to another world?”

He can pretend to perform a ritual to make the soul vanish into thin air.

Actually, all we need to do is close the Eye of Space so they can't see it.

Kujuro Shichie was taken aback, then her eyes lit up with anticipation: "Could it be that Lord Akatsuchi will allow him to stay?"

Leave behind a delusion?

Chi Chufeng curled his lip. "I was going to let him stay anyway."

However, his experience was not good.

They will become targets for magic absorption.

Chapter 239 The Innocent Smile of Little Ayano

Upon hearing her mother's words, Fumino shouted loudly, "Is Daddy leaving? I don't want Daddy to leave! I don't want Daddy to go!"

She grabbed Chi Chufeng's leg and rubbed her face against it.

"Brother Chichu, please, please let my father stay."

"Dad said he'd celebrate my birthday with me, and tomorrow is my birthday," Fumino said, sobbing.

Seeing how pitiful the little girl was, Chi Chufeng felt a little soft-hearted.

He bent down and lifted Wen Nai onto his lap.

“Leaving your soul in this world is a very difficult thing... However, for Fumino’s sake, I, Akashi, will help you keep your father until tomorrow.”

"Really? That's great!"

Fumino laughed happily.

Her smile was so pure and radiant that Chi Chufeng felt it was all worthwhile.

But thinking about it, it seems like he didn't give up anything by leaving his soul behind...

[Ding! Kujuku Ayano has developed feelings for you. Current affection level: 2.]

huh?

How can I like such a young girl?

Am I that kind of person?

Inside the space, the 467 souls of Kujuku Motoyasu were also very grateful, and kept kowtowing to Chi Chufeng.

Akatsuka looked at Kujuku Shichie.

"You can see his soul now because I've used Yin-Yang magic. It will only last for an hour at most. After an hour, you won't be able to see Mr. Yuan Kang anymore."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Kujuku Shichie was stunned for a moment, then knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Lord Akatsuki, please, please help us."

Chi Chufeng glanced at the woman kneeling before him, then turned to look at the pitiful-looking Fumino, and said with feigned helplessness, "How about this, call me when you need to see it, and I'll cast a spell for you."

In any case, since it's a spell without even a grade, the Eye of Space consumes very little magic power.

The magic provided by a single soul is enough to keep the Eye of Space open to observe it year after year, and there is even some to spare.

But how can we stimulate the soul of Tsukumo Motoyasu?

You can't exactly beat him up when his wife and kids aren't looking, can you...?

It would be a loss if this guy didn't provide magic.

Kujuro Shichie thanked her repeatedly with delight, saying, "Thank you, Lord Akatsuki."

[Ding! Kujuku Shichie has developed feelings for you. Current affection level: 2.]

Ok?

The lady's favorability has risen a bit too quickly...

Chi Chufeng's heart stirred slightly.

The little girl, Fumino, sat on Akatsuka's lap.

Although she was somewhat confused, she could tell from her mother's expression that Chi Chufeng had agreed to their request.

"Thank you, Brother Chichu."

As she spoke, she tilted her head up and gave Chi Chufeng a quick kiss on the cheek.

The soft touch made Chi Chufeng's lips curl up in a smile.

[Ding! Kujuku Ayano has developed feelings for you. Current affection level: 3.]

hiss!

How come the little girl's affection for her mother develops faster than her mother's?