Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 425 The Case Files of El-Melloi II

The other party appears to be one of the guests at this party, probably some celebrity or detective.

"Ah... that's just how my uncle is, he likes to make everyone relax a bit."

Conan chuckled and stood on tiptoe to reach the dessert on the table, so the man bent down and handed him the cake: "His imagination is indeed very rich, but sometimes we need some imagination to think of details that we wouldn't normally think of."

A soft snap.

The cake he was about to hand to Conan vanished instantly, transforming into a vibrant red rose.

Conan looked at him blankly, not understanding his intention. He then heard him say slowly, "The essence of magic lies in using blind spots in vision and psychological suggestion to create miracles that are impossible in the eyes of ordinary people."

He gently pinned the rose to Conan's chest and chuckled, "Such an unbelievable case...maybe the perpetrators really are some powerful magicians, skilled in using methods we can't see."

"What do you think, a Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era?"

"You! You are!!" Conan's mind flashed with memories, as if he remembered who the person in front of him was.

While Conan, Toichi Kuroba, Kogoro Mouri, and the others were having their own conversations and making their own guesses.

In an inconspicuous corner of the lobby.

Another person, who had been silently listening to the discussion, exhaled a thick puff of cigar smoke because of Touichi's words.

He was a somewhat haggard-looking man, wearing a fitted black suit, with his long, messy hair casually draped over his shoulders.

"call...

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Another puff of thick fog escaped, obscuring the dark circles under his eyes.

"Although he's just an ordinary person who performs magic tricks, his intuition is remarkably sharp..."

He is El-Melloi II, Waver Velvet, the monarch of the Clock Tower's Modern Magic Department.

The vampire case was so inexplicable that it left him breathless.

In order to gain some alternative perspectives, he deliberately used the pseudonym Detective Webber to infiltrate this gathering of ordinary people, attempting to find clues that magicians might easily overlook.

For example, did any detective notice whether the plants around the crime scene had withered?

For example, has any detective mentioned whether the victim's wounds had a burning sensation?

But he was disappointed to find that even this group of detectives, who were known as the best minds in the world, could only be trapped in the cage of physical crimes and go around in circles.

"Sigh...it's tough on them, these kinds of things aren't something they can understand..."

However, this is also a good thing in some ways.

This means that there is still room for this matter to be covered up and dealt with.

After taking the last puff of his cigar, he straightened his collar and decided to leave and think of another way.

Stepping out of the mansion, a cold wind mixed with rain blew by, causing Weber to shiver involuntarily.

Why do these thankless and arduous tasks always fall to me?

With his collar turned up even higher, Weber opened a large black umbrella and stepped into the London night.

He decided to go and see for himself.

A narrow alley near Whitechapel in East London.

This is the crime scene of a recent case that has been classified as a series of bloodletting incidents.

Scotland Yard police had long since removed the yellow police tape. Perhaps in their view, the continuous rain over the past few days had washed away all potentially valuable clues at the scene, and leaving it there would only add to the chill.

However, the washing away of matter cannot erase the traces left by the "mystery".

"Identification".

Weber stopped at the entrance to the dark alley and uttered a short syllable in a low voice.

With the slight operation of the magic circuit, his field of vision underwent a subtle change.

On the bluestone slabs and mottled brick walls washed by rain, faint spots of light and traces of etheric flow, imperceptible to the naked eye, began to appear.

"Indeed, there was no bloodline reaction from a Dead Apostle, nor any lingering curse from a high-ranking vampire..."

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Weber crouched down, put on a leather glove on his right hand, and gently stroked a light spot scratch on the brick wall that was not normally visible.

"The marks weren't from a knife; they looked more like the marks of some kind of claw."

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He took out an exquisitely crafted silver cigarette case from his inside pocket, skillfully tapped out a cigar, and put it in his mouth.

Snap—

A touch of magic light subtly brushed against the fingertip, and a crimson spark ignited at the tip of the cigar.

Webber took a deep drag on the special tobacco blended with several magical herbs and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Driven by magic, the smoke did not dissipate in the rainy night; instead, it began to slowly spread through the dark alley.

As they approached a trash can deep inside the alley, the billowing smoke suddenly twitched.

Then, as if it had encountered some kind of natural enemy, it quickly rolled backward.

Weber frowned and walked to the trash can: "What kind of magic is this...? It completely contradicts the properties of any magic base recorded by the Clock Tower..."

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Tick-tock...tick-tock...

Just as Weber was deep in thought, continuing his investigation of the scene before him.

The sound of a viscous liquid dripping onto the stone slab, mixed with rainwater, fell at his feet.

Although Webber's magic circuits were only mediocre in the Clock Tower and his combat abilities were even worse, his brilliant mind and alertness saved his life several times.

Weber leaped backward almost instinctively, simultaneously crushing a mineral-encrusted jewel that he always kept in his side pocket.

"Wind Barrier—!!"

boom!!

Just as he retreated, a huge black shadow, accompanied by a foul stench, swooped down from the narrow roof, two stories high, above his head!

The dark shadow slammed heavily onto the spot where Webber had just stood. The bluestone slab shattered into countless fragments under the terrifying impact, striking the invisible wind shield that Webber had hastily erected and stirring up ripples of magical energy.

By the dim light of the street corner, Weber finally saw the attacker's true face.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

The deformed monster in front of them was nearly 2.5 meters tall. Although it had a torso similar to a human, its skin was covered with a layer of gray-black keratinous scales, and its muscles were unnaturally bulging.

What disgusted Webber the most was the other party's beast head, which resembled a giant wolf or some kind of reptile.

Its eyes flashed with frenzied green fire as it stared intently at Weber, its gaze fixed solely on the purest form of hunger.

"A chimera? No, a chimera's etheric reaction wouldn't be this unstable."

roar-!!

The monster with the beast's head didn't give Weber much time to think before roaring and charging forward again.

"The Mercury Serpent!"

Three silver droplets shot out from his sleeve.

These small inventions were practical miniature dresses that Weber created for himself using the properties of mercury after receiving guidance from his teacher.

Although it doesn't have the ever-changing and absolute defensive capabilities of Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, it's just enough!