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

Looking at Akatsukaze behind him, and then at the other Akatsukaze standing in the center of the room, Nagara Haruka was so shocked that he forgot to let go.

Chi Chufeng smiled slightly and snapped his fingers.

The illusion vanished instantly.

With a whoosh, the red wind in the center of the room scattered into a pile of gold coins.

The maple leaf patterns on these gold coins are long gone, replaced by mysterious magic circles.

Chapter 447 I'm willing to pay any price, such as…

Intermediate magic: Possession.

Chi Chufeng inscribed a possession magic circle on the maple leaf gold coin, a material for magical artifacts, and attached the cursed mask to the gold coin, which was like sealing it.

Two hundred gold coins were just enough to seal two hundred masks.

Each gold coin features the shape of a mask, twisting, struggling, and emitting a silent roar.

Strands of black energy continuously emerged, attempting to manipulate the gold coins.

Unfortunately, these gold coins had long been refined into magical artifacts by Chi Chufeng, imprinting them with his soul mark.

Looking at the thick black aura on the gold coin, Chi Chufeng's lips curled up.

Magic Absorption.

Nourishing.

The black energy transformed into surging magical power, filling the soul space.

The mask on the gold coin instantly lost its power to struggle and turned into a lifeless pattern.

Chi Chufeng waved his hand, and the glittering pile of gold coins vanished without a trace.

[Ding! The Cursed Mask has been subdued; Magic Puppetry has been upgraded to Intermediate.]

[Magic Puppetry (Intermediate): This spell allows you to directly control the actions of your target. Note that this spell may inflict permanent mental damage.]

Is it possible to directly control living targets?

Chi Chufeng smiled slightly, "That's quite a skill."

hiss.

He suddenly took a deep breath and looked at Nagara Haruka in surprise.

"Fortune teller, what are you doing?"

Nagara Haruka raised her head, stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it, saying with a seductive expression, "Onmyoji, could I ask you for a favor? Could you give me one of those gold coins from earlier?"

"I'm willing to pay any price, for example..."

Chi Chufeng narrowed his eyes.

The fortune teller's skills were indeed extraordinary.

In the early hours of the morning, Inspector Megure arrived at the villa after receiving the report, and his face fell instantly when he saw Uncle Mori.

"Honestly, why didn't you notify the police immediately when you received the threatening letter?"

“Well,” Uncle Mori chuckled dryly, “because Ms. Su Fang said she often receives these kinds of threatening letters and there’s no need to make a fuss, so…”

Forensic personnel were still taking photos in the room, and the scattered masks remained in their original state.

Conan stood in a corner of the room, frowning as he observed the scene.

In the middle of the night, someone suddenly made an internal phone call to them, and then they discovered that all of the Shabble masks in the masquerade hall had disappeared.

Immediately following this was a strange noise coming from the third floor.

It should be the screams of Su Fang and Hongzi, along with the sound of those rustling masks falling apart.

Someone killed Su Fang Hongzi at that time, but the key issue is that the only door leading to Su Fang Hongzi's room was locked, and no one approached it.

Considering the structure of the east and west wing rooms, it is almost impossible for someone in the west wing room to commit the crime, but the person in the east wing room also cannot enter Su Fanghongzi's room.

The door leading to the adjacent east wing room had been nailed shut long ago.

The only problem is the wooden planks above the door; if they were removed, it should be possible to get in and out, albeit with some difficulty.

But the police just checked and found that the wooden planks on the fence cannot be removed; there's not even enough space between each plank for a hand to pass through…

Conan was engrossed in his thoughts when, unexpectedly, someone walked over to him.

"Are you Inspector Megure? I am Touya Aikawa. I committed this crime and I want to turn myself in."

huh?

Conan was stunned.

Chi Chufeng could figure out how to solve the puzzle; he could just enjoy the process of reasoning.

What does it mean when a criminal voluntarily confesses?

"You want to turn yourself in?" Inspector Megure asked in surprise.

“Yes, this is my motive…this is my method…look, here are my fingerprints, there is physical evidence, plus my testimony, this is definitely something I did.”

Lan Chuan Dongya recounted the entire story, including her emotional journey.

Inspector Megure was stunned.

In all my years of experience, this is the first time I've seen such an active criminal.

In the past, even if someone turned themselves in, they would at most say that they did it, and it would be good enough if they could give a general idea of ​​the time and place.

Unlike this guy, who acts like a detective, explaining his motives and methods in detail, as if he's afraid of not being able to convict himself.

Inspector Megure was surprised when he saw Akatsuki Kaze walking over.

He was followed by four women.

His secretary, twin maids (567), and fortune teller all followed closely behind him.

Inspector Megure suddenly realized that this was probably due to the Onmyoji again.

The Crime Buster truly lives up to its name.

Conan stared wide-eyed, his face a picture of bewilderment and frustration.

I've already conceded!

I don't want to enjoy the thrill of fully articulating my reasoning.

Why were you even deprived of the reasoning process?

What's the point of me living?

I want to die!

Conan's heart was filled with sorrow.

He looked at Chi Chufeng with a mournful look in his eyes, and then saw him put his arm around Ran Mouri, his large hand stroking Ran's waist.

Xiao Lan looked shy, but dared not refuse because she was in front of everyone.

Conan seemed to have been force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and silently turned his head away.

Mom, I want to go home~

Abroad, on a plane, Yukiko Kudo's lips curled slightly.

We'll arrive in Tokyo today!

I can finally see Akatsuki-san again, I'm so excited...

Chapter 448 My beautiful apprentice is really great.

As night falls, the bustling streets of Tokyo are teeming with traffic.

In an inconspicuous alley, flames roared, casting a long shadow.

He was a long-haired man wearing a long trench coat and a baseball cap, with sunken eyes and a scraggly beard, looking like a homeless person.

"Hmph, there's only one more place left, and it will be finished. When the Crimson Lotus Flame burns this corrupt city, it will usher in a grand carnival."

The man walked out of the alley with a gloomy face and a twisted smile.

"Huh?" Ayumi, wearing a sundress, stood in front of the Kamen Rider toy machine at the alley entrance, staring blankly as the man hailed a taxi and drove away.

"Ayumi?" Mrs. Yoshida came out of the store and called out to Ayumi, who was standing there in a daze, "What are you doing there?"

"Ah, Mom..."

"Okay, let's go back."

The next day, Chi Chufeng looked at the Grim Reaper elementary school student who came to visit with a puzzled expression.

"The Tokyo arson attacks? That's a police matter, it has nothing to do with me, right?"

“Including yesterday’s, that makes five,” Conan said seriously, sitting on the sofa in the meeting room. “We have a lead. Ayumi said this morning that she saw the suspect last night, and we’re planning to go to the Metropolitan Police Department together.”

Chi Chufeng still didn't quite understand what Conan was trying to say.