In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 75 Hypnotic Hammer

But regardless, the most important thing is that Konek is clearly dead.

The problem now is how to clean up the mess.

What should be done with this silver bullet, and what about the organization's former researchers?

Vermouth shifted her gaze from the ravaged ground to the corner of the safe house, her expression complex as she looked at Conan, who was whimpering and struggling.

Ha, this kid has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Who knows if he'll get hit if he gets this close.

After a moment's thought, Vermouth ordered her bodyguards to walk in front as a shield, while she followed behind, as before.

But after she turned away, Mason quietly opened her eyes.

Ha, you got fooled, didn't you?

He looked up at Conan, blinked, and after confirming the movement on his side with his peripheral vision, Conan immediately struggled a total of four times.

This is the pre-arranged code.

Before Vermouth arrived, the three of them worked together to deal with the two people who had fainted outside. Then they placed some miniature cameras around the food factory, which were kindly provided by Agasa Technology. Finally, they broke Mason's limbs, made a hole in his neck, let some blood out, and pretended that he had died a terrible death, thus setting up a trap.

Their plan was simple: wait for Vermouth to arrive, capture her, and then torture her severely.

Oh no, I mean interrogation.

The external cameras will confirm the number of people Vermouth brought. If there are few people, they will attack immediately; if there are many, they will wait before taking action. Conan's struggle frequency is a code signal, which he uses to convey the information he sees from the cameras to Mason. Struggling around means that all the people who came have entered the safe house, and they can act immediately.

Mason then activated the light energy within his body, quickly healing his fractured right arm. He then reached under the middle-aged man's body, pulled out his pistol, aimed it at Vermouth's calf, and fired several shots without hesitation.

—Who says a person can only carry one gun? Right?

In fact, Vermouth had already realized something was wrong before the gunshot, but by then it was too late for her to dodge. Mason fired very quickly, and although he sacrificed some accuracy to ensure speed, he still managed to hit her in both legs.

After letting out a cry of pain, Vermouth immediately knelt on the ground, looking back with a shocked and angry gaze. She saw Mason kick the middle-aged man away, then sprang to her feet with a nimble movement, pointing her pistol at her and her bodyguards, and uttering a line she had wanted to try since watching the Conan anime.

"Sorry, I'm a cop—oh wait, I mean, a fake alcoholman."

"you----?"

As the flesh and blood surged and filled the gap in Mason's neck, Vermouth was dumbfounded: "How could you—? Could it be that you also—?!"

"Um?"

Mason frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

What does "you also" mean? Also what?

Is there someone else in this world who can heal wounds quickly?

Vermouth didn't give him much time to think. A mere instant later, her expression hardened. Suppressing her pain, she raised her hand, pointed at Mason, and said to the bodyguard beside her who remained unmoved despite the injured person he was protecting, "Quick! Kill him!"

"receive."

The bodyguard replied stiffly.

Then he strode toward Mason.

Mason: "?"

What's the difference between this kind of reckless positioning and suicide?

Because the target's position was so convenient, Mason fired two shots at him without thinking. However, considering that Conan was still sitting next to him, killing him would have a bad influence, so he didn't aim for the head or heart, but instead shot the bullet into the thigh.

With two soft thuds, the bullets pierced through the human body, then tumbled and struck the concrete wall, embedding themselves inside.

However, the bodyguard, whose face was stiff, didn't even flinch and continued to charge at Mason.

what?

Before Mason could even be shocked, he immediately retreated, firing as he went, emptying an entire magazine in one go. All of the dozen or so bullets hit the bodyguard's chest, but he was only slowed down by the impact and was not affected in any other way.

After taking a few steps forward, his movements became faster and faster, and in a few moments he turned into a sprint, and at an extremely fast speed, he broke through the distance of nearly ten meters in less than two seconds, and it looked like he was about to pounce on Mason's face.

Upon seeing this, Conan and Shiho Miyano couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.

My God, Mason was right! The organization really is working on bio-engineered monsters!

His nonchalant attitude after being hit by a bullet—isn't that just another Mason?

Mason was completely dumbfounded.

No, buddy?

I was just kidding about cyborgs and stuff, you actually have them?!

Even though it's a world of Detective Conan, this is fucking outrageous! Holy crap!!!

If the organization has such awesome stuff, why don't they ever use it in the anime?

Did I watch a fake Detective Conan? Or is there something wrong with this world?

In that instant, Mason suddenly remembered something, so he looked down at the watch on his wrist.

The watch face, which originally had only one hand, suddenly had a second, thinner and longer hand, pointing directly at the strange man who was about to pounce on its face.

Is this also part of the mission objective?!

I understand now.

While the original Conan world contained many anti-physics elements, it could still be categorized as a mystery manga. Creatures that are clearly supernatural couldn't possibly exist, so there's only one answer: something's wrong with this world!

The first thing that grand consciousness said to itself was "remove the harmful thorns," which literally means thorns, right?

The "poisonous sting" that was not the final objective was brought by Vermouth.

Now the case is solved! What on earth were you guys doing at that winery?!

Although these thoughts took only a short time, the brief hesitation allowed the bodyguard to approach Mason and violently swing his fist.

There's no escaping it now, so we'll just have to tough it out.

The next instant, a fist as heavy as a thousand pounds slammed straight into Mason's chest.

The latter coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in, and he was sent flying backward.

Damn, that guy is even stronger than the karate guy from before!

Considering there was no need to hide anything anyway, Mason healed himself while flying backwards, did a beautiful backflip, landed steadily on the ground, and then dodged to the side without hesitation, avoiding a punch from the bodyguard.

After regaining his footing, Mason threw the empty pistol at the bodyguard's head. The bodyguard was hit on the head by the heavy metal object, but he did not flinch or even shake his head.

That's even scarier!

Mason had no intention of confronting this monster head-on and turned to run.

However, in the next instant, the bodyguard suddenly opened his mouth, revealing two long canine teeth that were slightly turned outwards.

With a hiss, a stream of jet-black liquid sprayed onto Mason's face, who was unable to dodge in time.

A wave of excruciating pain surged into his brain, and Mason screamed. He instinctively raised his hand to touch something, only to find it hot, hard, and irregularly shaped.

His brain went blank for a moment before he realized what it was.

My own cheekbone!!!

What this guy sprayed at himself was some kind of corrosive substance similar to strong acid!

Mason, whose entire face was burned, could not see anything, but Conan and Shiho Miyano, who were in the chair, could see the bodyguard rushing towards him and kicking his face, which had been corroded beyond recognition by the black liquid.

With a loud bang, Mason's body flew backward like a leaf in the autumn wind. Half of his head was dented into a strange shape, and his neck was obviously broken. After he landed, the black liquid continued to corrode him, as if it would not be satisfied until it melted his entire head.

—Die?

The two couldn't help but have this thought in their minds.

Go to hell, you bastard.

Vermouth revealed a cruel smile.

But within seconds, all three of them froze.

Mason's limbs twitched a few times before he suddenly braced himself against the ground.

The flesh on the mutilated face began to writhe almost frantically.

The balance of power had reversed. The black liquid, which had just been able to easily corrode flesh and even bones, now seemed to have become the prey, being frantically consumed in the writhing and twisting flesh. The speed was so fast that the outcome was decided almost instantly.

The black liquid was completely consumed, and Mason's head and face were perfectly regenerated.

He stood up abruptly, staring intently at the strange bodyguard, a smile playing on his lips—a smile he himself didn't even realize was a mixture of excitement and cruelty.

Yes, that's right, that's exactly it.

For a brief moment, he almost thought he was going to die.

But the approach to death did not bring him fear, but rather an indescribable—elation.

It felt similar to the sensation I had when I fought that middle-aged man earlier, but it was more pronounced and deeper.

Although he still didn't understand what kind of feeling it was, he already understood how it came about.

Injuried.

Or—harming others!

Seeing the bodyguard rushing towards him again, Mason immediately dodged to the side, his eyes scanning the surroundings before locking onto the briefcase he had previously tossed aside.

He immediately rushed over there.

The bodyguard continued to chase after him, but the distance of a few meters would eventually take some time to bridge. Mason, however, rolled forward as soon as he got close to the briefcase, picked it up as quickly as possible, and then reached inside to take a look.

It's similar to the previous act of taking a set of women's clothing out of his briefcase; this action is just used to disguise his act of taking something from the stack storage.

Then, Mason pulled his hand away and threw his briefcase at the bodyguard, momentarily stopping his movement.

What he was holding in his hand was a short, thick wooden stick about thirty-five centimeters long.

This was something he had just pulled out a few hours ago. He had originally intended to save it for a suitable opportunity to use it, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon.

Hypnotic Hammer (Physical)

[How to use: Tap the thought organ of a creature with the physiological function of "dizziness" with enough force.]

【Characteristics: Fragile (It is very susceptible to impact)】

[Note: This isn't some kind of rule-based item, so don't expect to use it to knock out robots or ghosts.]

In an instant, Mason stopped in his tracks, lunged at his bodyguard like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Perhaps due to a stock issue, this time the guy didn't spray corrosive liquid at Mason again, but instead threw a straight punch.

Mason dodged to the side, the sharp wind from the punch stinging his cheek, but he didn't care. Instead, he focused on using the hand holding the club to strike the guy's head from the side.

Was it because they weren't even afraid of bullets? In any case, the bodyguard did not dodge Mason's attack at all, and just stubbornly took it head-on.

I'm sorry then.

With a thud, the wooden stick struck the bodyguard on the head, and just as the word "fragile" in the description suggests, it broke into three pieces the instant it hit.

But the result was quite dramatic. The bodyguard, who was not even afraid of bullets, rolled his eyes and fell to the side, falling into a deep sleep like an infant.

Ha, that's it? That's it?

Vermouth: "?"

Conan: "?"

Shiho Miyano: "?"

Mason ignored them, smiled arrogantly, walked to the side, and reached out to pick up the dagger that had fallen from his briefcase.

You're not afraid of bullets, huh? I'll chop your whole head off right now and see if you die!

That strange, exhilarating feeling still echoed and clamored in his heart—yes, kill him, taste the flavor of death!

When blood runs dry, breathing stops, and the brain dies, the fragile life will radiate unparalleled brilliance—the fire of life, the primordial light. And "I" need that brilliance as nourishment to achieve unparalleled growth!

Thinking of this, a pale and cold light flashed in Mason's eyes.

He picked up the dagger, turned around, and measured the neck of the unconscious bodyguard, calculating the angle for a fatal blow. Unconsciously, a ferocious and evil smile appeared on his lips, and the pale light in his eyes turned into a crazy color. A slogan was unconsciously uttered.

"Hydra Man————"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze.

What am I doing?

Do you want to gain power and pleasure through killing? Why?

Mason stopped in his tracks, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

No, no, this isn't right.

Mason wouldn't dare say he was a purely benevolent saint, or even that his mind was perfectly normal, but he was certainly not evil to this extent—murder is not something to be repulsed, but it is certainly not beautiful, much less something to be happy about.

"What's wrong——"

Suddenly, a faint but very obvious stinging pain spread deep into my mind.

His vision began to distort in that instant, a beam of cold white light condensed into a sun-like shape before his eyes, radiating an aura of madness and fanaticism.

Yes, he had seen something similar—a humanoid form of light manifested from Moira's heart by the power of the moon and stars, and his eyes absorbed a tiny bit of white light emanating from that thing. Could that be the reason?

What exactly is that thing? What is Moira afraid of?

But in any case—

"roll."

Mason stared at the pale sun and said in a low voice, "My thoughts are none of anyone else's business. Get out!"

Within his body, the energy of light surged, flowing through every corner of his body, and finally finding a tiny white dot of light in his brain.

Driven by its subconscious, it was immediately surrounded and strangled by a large amount of crimson light, and even the part of its brain tissue that contained it was completely destroyed.

The effect was immediate; Mason's insane urge to kill was instantly eradicated.

He then shook his head, turned back to Vermouth with a smile, and said, "Excuse me, how should I kill this thing?"

"you----?"

Vermouth blinked in shock, then immediately struggled to move toward the elevator with her two injured legs.

Of course, you can't run fast like that.

Mason sighed, took off his tattered and blood-stained coat, then leisurely walked forward, shoved Vermouth to the ground, and used the coat to tightly bind her hands behind her back. Then he turned around and dragged her back.

Arriving at Conan and the others, Mason took another chair from the cabinet, placed Vermouth on it, helped her sit properly, and then smiled and said, "Don't struggle. You know you can't escape like this. You're a proud person. If you stay still, I won't tie you up like a caterpillar."

After saying that, he turned around and started to untie the ropes and tape binding Conan and Shiho Miyano.

Knowing that escape was hopeless, Vermouth could only sigh and sit properly in the chair, but she didn't stop talking.

"I see. So you participated in the boss's experiment too?" she said, as if she understood something. "You actually retained your sanity—no, is it because you retained your sanity that you chose to betray him? That makes sense."

What is this person saying?

Although he was completely bewildered, he had to keep up the act, so Mason immediately gave a cryptic smile and slowly said, "Then let your imagination run wild."

After freeing the two men, Mason crossed his arms and said, "Hmm—we probably can't stay here any longer. Where to go next? Do you have any ideas?"

"Find a place like an unfinished building and lock them up, or contact an organization like the FBI."

Shiho Miyano avoided Vermouth's gaze and spoke in a low voice.

"Wait, I have an idea."

Conan jumped off the chair, took out his phone, and after a few taps, made a call.

The call was connected very quickly.

A sweet female voice came from inside.

"It's not even eight o'clock in Japan yet, Shin-chan. Did you miss your mom on your way to school?"

Vermouth's expression changed drastically, while Conan revealed a sinister smile and slowly said, "Mom, guess who I'm with right now?"

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