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

Those three Onmyoji secretly told others that this Akatsuki had inherited Abe no Seimei's legacy and was a top-notch Onmyoji in the island nation.

Little did Chi Chufeng know that the three people he had defeated, for the sake of their own pride, were praising him to the skies.

He looked at Manaka and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Manaka, as an Onmyoji, I have to remind you that there are cursed artifacts in this art museum."

"No, no way." Manaka was taken aback.

He also planned to turn this place into a restaurant, but if it were cursed and caused any trouble in the future, he would suffer huge losses.

"Did something strange happen here recently? The incident of the armor walking on its own was a sign of the curse erupting."

"Is this...is this true? Lord Chichu, you're not just trying to scare me, are you?"

Manaka's face turned pale, but he still hesitated.

It cost him a lot of money to buy this art museum.

"Believe it or not, I'm just offering a friendly reminder."

Chi Chufeng looked at him and smiled, "The target of this curse is those who want to destroy the art museum. Anyone who wants to close the art museum will become the target of its curse."

"Think about it, how did the previous boss go bankrupt?"

Shinichi broke out in a cold sweat.

The previous boss's bankruptcy was indeed somewhat inexplicable; everything he invested in resulted in losses.

I bought stocks and lost money.

I bought a fund and lost money.

Betting on sports resulted in losses.

In the end, they went completely bankrupt.

Could it really be the cause of a curse?

Fortunately, we haven't spent money on renovations yet, so there's still time.

It really hurts to spend 100 million to buy this art museum.

Chapter 27 Lord Chichu, save me!

Chi Chufeng smiled slightly and said calmly, "Actually, once you think about it, it's not a big deal. At most, it's just a few people dying."

"What? Dead, dead people? And several of them?"

Who could possibly understand this!

Zhenzhong was so frightened that his eyes bulged out.

Chi Chufeng looked Zhen Zhong up and down, and the sight of him made him shudder.

Only then did he show a regretful expression, shake his head, and turn to leave.

"No, don't go, Lord Chichu, you have to save me."

Zhenzhong quickly stopped him.

Judging from what the Onmyoji is saying, I don't think I'm among the dead...

Chi Chufeng smacked his lips twice.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Alright, what can I do? I'm a kind-hearted person. I'll write a talisman for you, and you must carry it with you."

"If you are in mortal danger, take it out and the danger will be resolved."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Lord Chichu."

I was so grateful that I burst into tears.

Chi Chufeng took out a piece of yellow paper and a pen, and casually drew a horizontal line on the yellow paper.

It was handed to Shinichi.

Masaka was stunned.

Looking at the crumpled yellow paper and the crooked horizontal line on it.

The feelings in my heart are truly indescribable.

"Lord Chichu, what... what is the purpose of this talisman?"

He originally wanted to say that the talisman was too perfunctory.

Fearing to offend the Onmyoji, they had no choice but to change their question and inquire about the purpose.

Chi Chufeng pointed to the horizontal line above and spoke with great conviction.

"Mr. Manaka, your Japanese isn't good. It's just a single character, isn't it?"

"It could save your life."

"I see." Zhenzhong put the crude talisman into his pocket with some doubt.

Looking up, he saw that Chi Chufeng hadn't left and was still standing there watching him, and suddenly it dawned on him.

"Lord Chichu, I can't take this talisman for free. Tell me, how much?"

"I'm mainly doing a good deed. As for the money, you can give me whatever you think is appropriate. It's just a life after all. If you give too much, I'll definitely be fine. If you give too little... well, I might get hurt or something."

Chi Chufeng said very magnanimously.

One life...

Looking at the...

Slightly injured...

It seems absolutely indispensable.

With a determined look, Zhenzhong wrote a check for ten million.

"Lord Chichu, I'm a little short on cash lately. This little bit of money is nothing but a token of my appreciation."

Chi Chufeng accepted the check with a stern face.

Actually, I was overjoyed.

He made ten million just by drawing a few strokes; that's too easy money.

After waving goodbye to Shinichi, Akatsuki strolled off to play with Ran again.

Of course he won't leave; there's more to come.

The sun is westward.

Boss Zhenzhong arrived at the Hell Exhibition Hall.

The eerie and terrifying exhibits all around him filled him with dread.

He touched the talisman in his shirt pocket and immediately felt much more at ease.

But the thought of that crumpled yellow paper and the haphazardly drawn line on it made me feel uneasy.

Could I have been scammed?

He couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Click, click, click.

Suddenly, the sound of armor clashing came from behind.

Before Manaka could turn his head, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his back.

"what!"

He let out a piercing scream.

With blood streaming down his back, Zhenzhong fled to a corner.

Not far in front of him, a suit of armor, holding a European-style longsword, stumbled and fell down in front of him.

"A ghost! How can the armor move?"

Zhenzhong's eyes widened.

"Could it be that what that Onmyoji said was true! This is the monster created by that curse!"

"That's right, I have a talisman! I have a talisman that can save my life!"

He frantically rummaged through his pockets, completely ignoring the sounds coming from the armor opposite him.

Ochiai, hidden inside his armor, frowned slightly.

This guy, why doesn't he play by the rules?

"Look at the tag behind you, it has my name on it. Don't you want to know who I am?"

The sound hummed inside the armor; although it wasn't loud to the outside, it could still be heard clearly if you listened carefully.

Unfortunately, Manaka didn't care at all; he was just frantically searching for talismans.

"Never mind, we have to kill him today, or we'll never have another chance."

Director Ochiai gritted his teeth and stood up, raising the European-style longsword once more.