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

Chi Chufeng massaged her very seriously.

Ran Mouri's back was completely red.

I don't know if it was the effect of the massage or just blushing.

"I've massaged your back enough, now let me massage your lower back."

Before Ran Mouri could answer, Aka Chufeng had already pulled down her waistband.

A pair of electrified hands pressed against her slender waist.

Ran Mouri trembled, burying her face deeply into the pillow.

He also covered both sides with his hands.

Just like an ostrich.

It seems that this way, others won't know she's shy.

Chapter 315 Conan is about to cry from fright.

The waist is the most sensitive area.

In particular, the curvature of the entire body changes from that point onwards.

Akatsuki Kaze pressed down along the curve of Ran Mouri's back, from bottom to top.

Press down from the slightly stiff back to the soft back.

The blush on his back spread as his hand moved, extending all the way down.

Chi Chufeng felt Ran Mouri's delicate body tense up slightly.

She slowed her movements, and after she relaxed a little, she gently began to move her fingers and palms slowly, massaging the area.

The Flame Hand uses electrical stimulation of acupoints, combined with moderate force.

Ran Mouri gradually adapted.

The muscles and flesh on her back moved slightly with Chi Chufeng's movements.

The fear I felt throughout the night gradually subsided.

The comfortable feeling made her somewhat addicted.

My mood rose and fell slowly with Chi Chufeng's large hand.

Chi Chufeng's lips curled slightly.

Slowly massage Ran Mouri's body with both hands.

"Oh, right, we haven't notified Detective Mouri yet."

Chi Chufeng kept moving, using his mental hands to operate his phone and send out a text message.

"Oh, so Akachu-san took Ran away. That gave me quite a fright."

Kogoro Mouri and Conan both wiped away cold sweat.

The two of them were terrified when they discovered that Xiaolan was missing.

Conan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Xiaolan is fine now, and that Onmyoji is not around. Today is a good opportunity to solve the case!

Good heavens, how long has it been since our famous Detective Conan enjoyed the pleasure of deduction!

He squinted at the window where the ghost had just appeared, a smug look on his face.

"That's truly a brilliant and imaginative idea!"

"The female pheromone attracts the male moth. He probably first painted a human shape on the window screen with pheromone, then pasted eyes and mouth on paper. Then the male moth will be attracted by the female moth's pheromone and land on the window screen."

"A large number of male moths landed on the window screen. If you didn't look at them up close, at first glance they really did look like human figures. As for the swaying of the figures, that was because the male moths' wings were shaking."

"Only that person has these medicines..."

"what!"

A scream suddenly came from the first floor, interrupting Conan's deduction.

He quickly ran down after Kogoro Mouri.

The apartment's residents gathered again in Kikuji Bancho's room.

Kikuji Banmachi pointed at the television in horror.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, only to see that the television screen was full of static.

"Kikuji Banmachi, is it really necessary to make such a fuss? My thesis has been interrupted so many times already," said Rohiko Botan, displeased.

"How...how is this possible? I just saw a really scary woman on TV. This apartment building is really haunted!"

Kikuji Banmachi was so frightened that he trembled all over.

"Hehe." Conan chuckled.

“Mr. Bancho, I’m afraid you have something to hide! Although there are no tapes in the video projector, it’s easy to play the video to other rooms using the antenna and a universal remote control.”

As Conan spoke, he walked over to the television and unplugged the antenna connector at the back.

"If we do this, there will absolutely be no ghosts appearing on TV."

He looked at everyone with a smug expression on his face.

No one spoke in the room; everyone's eyes were wide open, fixed on the television.

Conan turned his head and glanced at it, puzzled.

He was immediately startled.

On the television screen, a dark female ghost with disheveled hair appeared, her face obscured.

She slowly moved closer and closer to the television screen.

This is so unbelievable! The TV antenna has been pulled out, how can there still be an image?

Conan, not believing in superstition, unplugged the power as well.

Beep.

The TV screen went completely black.

"Haha, there must have been a reason for that video. Now that the power is off, let's see how that video will appear... Huh?!"

Conan had only said half of what he was saying when his eyes widened.

On the dark television screen, a pale hand reached out.

It groped its way out and extended the television, then pressed it onto the floor in front of it.

Then, a head with disheveled hair slowly emerged from the screen.

"Ah!! A ghost! A ghost!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out.

Everyone ran out of the room as if their lives depended on it, leaving only Conan standing dumbfounded behind the female ghost.

"This isn't Detective Conan! This isn't Detective Conan! How can there be ghosts even when the power is out, and they can even crawl out of the TV..."

Conan stared wide-eyed and muttered to himself.

"I want to run too, but my legs are too weak, I can't run!"

"This must be some kind of trick; I'm sure I can figure it out..."

The female ghost didn't turn around; she slowly shrank back into the television.

The TV screen was black, completely silent, as if nothing had happened.

Another scream rang out from outside the door.

"Oh my god, there are ghosts here too!"

"There's some over there too!"

"So many ghosts!"

"Why can't we move forward? This must be some kind of maze!"

"Help! I didn't mean to kill you! I'll turn myself in! I'll go turn myself in."

Outside, there was a cacophony of wailing and howling, a scene of utter chaos.

Conan hurriedly ran out.

The corridor was filled with dark, ghostly figures.

It was everywhere—in the room, in the bathroom, on the windows, on the walls, on the roof.

Some had knives stuck in their backs, some had their heads dangling around, and some had their limbs scattered on the ground, still moving around wildly.

Conan started trembling all over.

He suddenly felt like crying.