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

"Isn't this the world of Detective Conan? How come there are really ghosts?"

"I'm a detective!"

"I just want to reason things out properly, why is it so difficult?"

"Can anyone tell me what happened?!"

The lights in Ran Mouri's room were off.

Chi Chufeng was sleeping soundly with Xiao Lan in his arms.

He moved slightly.

Xiao Lan, who was fast asleep, unconsciously let out a soft moan.

She touched the large hand resting on her chest, a look of relief on her face.

Then it continued to sleep for two days.

Chapter 316 The criminal cried and begged to turn himself in.

Early in the morning, Inspector Megure arrived at the apartment building with his police officers.

"How strange. Lord Akatsuki said that someone here turned themselves in, and it's about a case from several years ago. Is it really possible?"

He muttered to himself as he knocked on the door.

The door suddenly opened by itself, and the morning sun shone into the dark corridor.

Several men were lying on the ground, embracing each other.

"Huh? Kogoro Mouri, Conan, what are you doing here?"

Inspector Megure was completely baffled.

Just as I was about to ask for clarification, a person wearing a skull T-shirt suddenly jumped up upon seeing the sunlight and tightly hugged Inspector Megure's leg.

"Help! There's a ghost!"

"There are so many ghosts inside, they're everywhere! It's terrifying!"

"I...I want to turn myself in!"

"Just put me in jail already, I can't take it anymore."

"We killed that woman, Tian Zhilei, four years ago. I also have an accomplice in the building across the street. Arrest me quickly, I want to turn myself in."

huh?

Inspector Megure was stunned. "Someone actually wants to turn themselves in! Lord Akashi was right after all."

"What? Chi Chufeng?"

Upon hearing this name, Conan, whose gaze had been somewhat vacant, suddenly snapped out of his daze.

"Inspector Megure, are you saying that Akashi called you and said someone wants to turn themselves in?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Inspector Megure asked, puzzled.

"So that's it!"

Conan felt extremely wronged.

That makes sense. How could there be ghosts in this world? It must be a trick by an Onmyoji.

This guy's reasoning is better than mine, so his strategies must be better too.

If it were him, he would have no problem fooling me and Kogoro Mouri.

Yes, that's right, these are all tricks of Onmyoji. How could there be ghosts in this world?

In the afternoon, near Shinichi's house.

Inside the FBI's makeshift headquarters, Judy, holding binoculars, saw Vermouth, disguised as Dr. Araide, emerge from the clinic. She immediately stood up, her expression serious, and addressed her subordinates:

“Vermouth just brought two boxes into the new temple; we have to find out what’s in them.”

"Next, the second and third groups will remotely monitor Vermouth and pay attention to what she does. If she returns, notify us immediately. The fourth and fifth groups will accompany me to infiltrate the newly ordained monks to investigate!"

"Yes, Investigator Judy!"

The subordinates around him responded in unison and then began to prepare.

Not long after, Judy and the others disguised themselves as cleaning company employees and infiltrated the Shinshuku Temple.

Judy surveyed her surroundings while communicating with her colleagues via a headset walkie-talkie.

Suddenly, a subordinate's voice came: "Investigator Judy, there are a few more photos on the mirror in this bathroom!"

"Hmm? What photos?" Judy said, walking over curiously. She saw three photos stuck to the mirror: one of a girl in a princess dress, one of a boy who looked like a high school student, and one of an elementary school student who looked very much like a high school boy.

In addition, the girl's photo was labeled "Angel," while the photos of the high school boy and the elementary school student were labeled "Coolguy."

Judy looked closely at the three photos, feeling a vague sense of familiarity. She couldn't help but ask the person next to her, "Strange, why do all the people in these photos look so familiar?"

As soon as Judy finished speaking, the person next to her immediately replied, "Investigator Judy, that girl's name is Ran Mouri, and her father is Kogoro Mouri, Tokyo's top detective..."

"And that elementary school student is Conan Edogawa, who lives at the detective agency; as for that high school boy, he should be Shinichi Kudo."

The person next to her started to introduce the people in the photo, but Judy remained frowning, staring at the picture.

"So it was these people. Vermouth disguised herself as Dr. Araide and infiltrated Teitan High School just for this 'Angel'?"

"Also, why is Vermouth labeled 'Coolguy' in the photo? Shouldn't a child be called 'kid'?"

As Judy pondered, the FBI agents around her also gathered their findings and presented them to her.

Before they knew it, more than ten minutes had passed, and a voice came through Judy's walkie-talkie: "Investigator Judy, the target is heading towards Shinjuku-sama, and is expected to arrive in ten minutes!"

Judy paused for a moment, replied "Received," then turned to her subordinates and said coldly, "Everyone be on alert. Restore everything in the room to its original state within five minutes and prepare to evacuate!"

"Yes, Investigator Judy!"

Ten minutes later, Vermouth walked into the house carrying a pile of groceries, humming a song as she put them in the refrigerator, and then headed to the bathroom.

With a creak, the bathroom door opened.

Vermouth was about to go in when she suddenly froze, looked at a hair on the floor, her water-green eyes narrowed slightly, but she went into the bathroom as usual, took off her pants and sat on the toilet.

"Someone has been here. Who did it?" A glint of light flashed in Vermouth's eyes.

Chapter 317 What new tricks can you come up with?

A few minutes later, Vermouth came out of the bathroom, casually took a pen out of her pants, wandered around the room, and then returned to sit down on the sofa.

"Interesting. They didn't install any listening devices or cameras in the room? They're pretty clean. They're definitely not those idiots from the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Judging from this situation, they don't plan to make a move against me for the time being. Are they trying to play the long game and catch a big fish? If that's the case, why not ask them to help with that matter and lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

A slight smile appeared on Vermouth's lips.

Night fell over Tokyo, and Amuro Tooru, exhausted, left the dessert shop and returned to his apartment.

After checking the room and confirming that no one had broken in, he went to the window and gently pulled back the curtains.

The lights of the tall buildings in the distance came on, and the roads not far away were still bustling with traffic, showcasing the vitality of this 29-year-old international metropolis.

Amuro Tooru's gaze lingered on the lights for only a moment before shifting his attention to the shadowy places that the light sources could not reach.

He knew very well that countless eyes were watching him from these places.

After several days of observation, he received clear feedback that the unidentified figures loitering nearby were indeed after him.

As for which faction those people belonged to, Amuro Tooru already had a clear idea after considering various intelligence reports.

The number two figure in the Black Organization: Rum.

His recent frequent meetings with his FBI superiors have indeed aroused the organization's suspicion.

However, he remained relatively calm.

His superiors are quite aware of his situation and will not assign him any tasks in the near future.

In other words, he had no other identity during this period; he was simply Bourbon, a senior member of the organization.

If those guys just keep a low profile and keep spying on us, they definitely won't find out anything.

Let them spy on me if they want; I'll just do what I need to do.

Amuro Tooru is now adopting a strategy of "if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move."

Amuro glanced around and gave a meaningful smile: "I'd like to see what other tricks you guys have up your sleeve?"

In a room of a luxury villa in Tokyo.

Rum leaned back on the soft leather sofa, with classical music played by a band he had specially hired for him.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Rum, who was enjoying the music with his eyes slightly narrowed, frowned slightly, snapped his fingers, and the music stopped instantly.

“My lord, it is I.” A deep, aged voice rang out.

Hearing this voice, Rum's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he said, "Come in."