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

Chapter 95 Team Up to Defeat the Boss!

After a moment's hesitation, Yusaku Kudo pursed his lips: "That's true, but please provide some relevant evidence."

These words shocked everyone, including Yukiko Kudo.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Conan's mouth dropped open. "Magic? Are you serious?"

"Although I don't know it, magic does exist. Your uncle is someone who has dealt with magic a lot." Yusaku Kudo sighed. "Yes, if it's magic, then it makes sense."

"Uncle? Huh?"

Conan exclaimed in surprise, "I have an uncle?"

"Of course you have an uncle, the famous magician Kuroba Toichi," Mason said with interest. "Oh, and by the way, he also has a son named Kuroba Kaito, who is also an old acquaintance of yours—"

"Cough!" Kudo Yusaku suddenly coughed loudly, and said with half annoyance, "Although I don't know where you found out about this, it's not gentlemanly to reveal someone else's puzzle-solving without permission."

"That's true."

Mason nodded, then dropped the subject, instead raising his hand and rolling up his sleeve to indicate he had no unnecessary tricks up his sleeve. He then smiled and said, "Didn't you want evidence? I'll show it to you."

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The moment he finished speaking, a dagger made of obsidian appeared in his hand.

This is the "Obsidian Blade," a gift obtained during a transaction with Fujimaru Chaos Evil. It is a South American magical artifact made from obsidian imbued with magic. It looks primitive, yet possesses extraordinary sharpness.

Just a moment ago, everyone was shocked by Yusaku Kudo's explosive remarks, and then they were shocked by a miraculous scene.

No, buddy, are you serious?

"Look closely, this isn't some close-up magic." Mason tossed the Obsidian Blade in his hand a couple of times, then with a whoosh, it returned to the spatial storage ring that came with the transaction—honestly, this thing is much more useful than a stack storage device. If the space weren't so small, he would definitely find time to store all the weapons in that ring here.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Even Shuichi Akai, who was speeding, was almost so shocked that he crashed into the roadside guardrail.

Having always lived in an environment without magic, Conan felt his worldview was about to explode—for him, the idea of ​​someone being struck by lightning in a laboratory and suddenly gaining superpowers was probably easier to accept than magic.

But he wasn't a mechanical materialist who would shout "this is unscientific" at things that couldn't be explained by existing scientific theories. The magic dagger and the immortality were already clearly in front of him, and he would only seem like a fool if he didn't believe it.

"There really is such a thing—!"

Conan sighed deeply, then looked at Yusaku Kudo with a wistful expression: "So—Dad, you actually always knew that magic existed in the world?"

"That's true." Yusaku Kudo shrugged. "But there are probably fewer than a hundred people in the world who can be called magicians. In a sense, it doesn't really matter if we know they exist, so I've never explained it to anyone."

"Honey—you actually kept this from me too?" Yukiko Kudo immediately feigned angina. "Fine, I trusted you so much, and you didn't even tell me something this funny! Our relationship is broken! I'm going back to my parents' house right now!"

"Alright, alright, now's not the time for this kind of acting."

Conan pursed his lips, coldly criticizing his embarrassing mother, then pressed his temples a few times to suppress the headache from his shattered worldview, and said to Mason, "Let's continue, so we don't have to be shocked a few more times later."

"Okay, where were we?" Mason leaned back in his chair and said casually, "Oh right, we were talking about my infiltration of the organization."

"The reason for infiltrating the organization is quite simple—a few years ago, by chance, I discovered that Sharon Vineyard's grave was actually empty. After further investigation, I also discovered that she didn't actually have a husband or daughter. So, who exactly was Chris Vineyard?"

Mason's few words made Vermouth's face turn pale, but she couldn't retaliate and could only let him continue.

"As the investigation progressed, it suddenly uncovered a strange black-clad organization. To further understand what was going on, I devised a plan to infiltrate the organization—I must say, even without magic, people can still come up with some truly outrageous things. I originally intended to find out about something called APTX—"

What exactly is drug 4869? After investigating the boss, they suddenly discovered something even more terrifying.

Mason paused for a moment, then continued, "Who knows where Karasuma Renya got this cyborg technology from? But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with any existing biological modification technology. It looks like some kind of magic, or even a demonic trick."

"Huh?" Conan suddenly leaned back tactically. "What's a demon?"

"Haven't you seen the movie? It's pretty much like that." Mason curled his lip. "Why are you making that face? You already believe in magic, what's one more demon?"

"Can these be the same thing?!"

"In short, after discovering what kind of earth-shattering scheme Karasuma Renya was up to, I realized something was wrong and immediately started making plans to run away. Judging from his past deeds, Karasuma Renya's ambitions are probably outrageously large. Now, with this kind of cyborg technology that heaven knows where it came from, he might be able to create a crisis that endangers the entire world. At that time, there will be nowhere to hide. The rest should be self-explanatory. Although I am a magician, I also need companions to fight."

Hearing this, Haibara finally couldn't hold back anymore and retorted, "What does this have to do with you threatening me in the middle of the night?"

"Hmm—some kind of perverse sense of humor?"

Mason stroked his chin thoughtfully: "After all, although you have a lot of potential, I still have to do a test, right?"

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Haibara remained silent, but it was easy to tell from her expression that Mason had been mentally reeling from the news a million times over.

"That's pretty much it. Do you understand?"

Having finally finished recounting this utterly fabricated story, Mason breathed a sigh of relief and said leisurely, "Believe it or not, it's up to you, but for now we can be considered a community of shared interests, right? In order to bring down Karasuma Renya, it's best to cooperate for the time being."

Conan remained silent for a long time, then put on an expression that was a mixture of various emotions and slowly nodded.

"Very good, then it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

Mason snapped his fingers, then leaned back in his chair and began to close his eyes and rest, which seemed rather pretentious.

After some time, Shuichi Akai led everyone to a hotel that looked so old it resembled an abandoned building.

This is actually a place operated by the Japanese Public Security Bureau, functioning similarly to a safe house. Its apparent dilapidation is merely a facade; the interior boasts a cold and sturdy decor, and many confidential matters are carried out here.

Shuichi Akai used his connections to get several rooms here so that everyone could rest for a while until the FBI's arrangements were completed before going out, thus ensuring maximum safety.

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Although Mason didn't quite trust the FBI's professionalism, having a place to sleep was always a good thing. After all, he couldn't be dealing with the Black Organization 24/7, and it would be troublesome if he were attacked while sleeping. So he accepted Shuichi Akai's invitation and went straight to the room assigned to him to sleep.

Of course, Okita Souji shared a room with him, since he was a bodyguard they had hired specifically.

After washing up and changing out of his blood-stained clothes, Mason glanced at the clock and saw that it was already past midnight.

In other words, the time for the summoning has arrived.

Now that things have come to this, he doesn't care whether he's being monitored or not. Anyway, the question is, isn't it normal for a magician to conjure up new things out of thin air?

So he casually used up his summoning opportunity for the day.

The next second, a sphere the size of a fist, red on top and white on the bottom, with black lines and a small black ring at the red and white boundary, appeared in Mason's hand.

[Pokémon Ball (Normal)]

[How to use: When you encounter a Pokémon that can be caught, throw it, and there is a chance that it will be caught in the Poké Ball.]

[Feature: Exquisite Interior Design (The interior of this batch of Pokémon Balls is more luxurious than other similar models)]

[Note: Although this isn't a Master Ball, if you can use a net to pin Suicune to the ground, you might even be able to catch a legendary Pokémon.]

Mason: "?"

Great, now that we have the Poké Ball, where do we find the Pokémon?

Or is it possible to put a person inside this thing? Or can it be used as a hidden weapon? After all, this thing is heavy and feels good in the hand. If you throw it, it might directly stun the target.

"Master, what are you doing—" Okita Souji, who had witnessed the entire process, stroked his chin and asked questioningly, "Planning to become the League Champion?"

Why would a Heroic Spirit with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you know this?! Chaldea's corporate culture is very suspicious!

"Shouldn't we find Professor Oak first?"

Since it wasn't of any immediate use, Mason simply started tossing the ball around like a decoration, jokingly remarking, "Speaking of which, could this thing be used to subdue wild Servants in the Holy Grail War?"

"Hmm—who knows?" Okita Souji said, staring at the ball in a daze, "If I hit Gilgamesh on the head with a Master Ball, could I name him Pikachu Pikachu?"

She clearly didn't take what Mason was holding as real; she was just joking.

But let's leave the Pokémon jokes aside for now. Mason, with a change of heart, used the telepathic communication function of the Spirit Origin Chart to ask a question: "To prevent problems from arising at the last minute, we'd better clarify some things now—"

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"Hmm?" Okita Souji tilted his head in confusion. "Please speak?"

"So first of all—in this state, can you unleash your Noble Phantasm?" Mason asked. "I roughly understand what abilities Okita Souji possesses as a Heroic Spirit, hence this question. If it were you, as long as you can think, even in a state lacking magical power and existing only as a Spirit Origin Shadow, you should be able to unleash your Noble Phantasm."

After all, Okita's Noble Phantasm isn't about accumulating a large amount of magical energy and throwing it out like a bomb. Instead, it's about simply stabbing people quickly with a sword. Theoretically, it should be something that can be used as long as someone can move, making it extremely cost-effective.

"A Noble Phantasm—"

Okita Souji said with some trouble, "It's not that it can't be used, but this body is far too weak, even weaker than when I was alive. To use a finishing move in this state, I'd probably have to risk my life. So the conclusion is that it can be used, but most likely only once, unless Master can strengthen my body with magic."

"Miss Okita, you're still Arash."

"What do you mean—oh, I see." Okita Souji said somewhat embarrassedly, "I never expected to find common ground with that great hero under these circumstances. Is this a gain or a loss?"

"You're really relaxed—" Mason sighed. "Magic resources? Maybe we'll see some progress, but we'll see when the time comes."

The conversation continued for some time, but in the meantime, other interesting things were happening elsewhere in the large safe house.

For example, Vermouth was sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, surrounded by several FBI agents who were watching her like they were watching 173 D-class personnel—this was a clumsy method that Shuichi Akai, who was well aware of the incompetence of his lower-level employees, had tailored for Vermouth.

There was no other way. Although she could barely walk now, there was no rule that said a sick person couldn't run away.

Although there's no point in Vermouth running away now, she was once a key member of the organization. If she doesn't put on this act, the others won't feel at ease. For the sake of the psychological safety of most employees, she has no choice but to sacrifice her rest time.

Next door, Makoto Kyogoku was already fast asleep.

He needs to replenish the energy he expended during the day as quickly as possible so that he can continue to perform his bodyguard duties tomorrow, or challenge the kendo master named Okita to a duel.

Next door, in the Kudo family's room.

This family hasn't been together for a long time, but tonight, the atmosphere among them is far from harmonious; a dramatic ethical drama is unfolding.

Kudo Yusaku was kneeling on the bed, looking helplessly at his wife and children, and sighed, "Is it really necessary to put on such a show?"

"What do you mean there isn't?" Yukiko Kudo slapped the sheets twice. "Do you know how much I hoped for magical dwarves or fairy godmothers when I was little? But I searched everywhere and couldn't find any, so I gave up—and now you're telling me magic actually exists? I'm being very rational by punishing you this way!"

"No, no, no, magic is magic, and a fairy godmother is a fairy godmother. Don't confuse the two, okay?"

Yusaku Kudo said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Although I don't know much about magic, according to Toichi, the only thing that can appear in both fairy tales and the real world is probably a witch—you know, the kind who's ugly, wears a pointed hat, and brews potions in dark corners. I don't think you'd want to see that."

"I don't care!"

Seeing that she couldn't reason with him, Yukiko Kudo's eyes darted around, and she decided to resort to being a rogue: "You can't keep such an important thing from me for so long! Oh, and Toichi-sensei too! You're all bad people!!!"

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Yusaku Kudo sighed, turned his gaze to Conan, and his eyes seemed to say something like, "Save your old man."

But Conan was thinking about something else at the moment. After a period of silence, he stroked his chin and said:

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Dad, let's talk about the family tree.

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"According to Konek, I should have a cousin named Kaito Kuroba," Conan muttered. "He also said I should know this person very well, but I've thought about it for a long time and still can't remember where I've seen this name before."

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"Then, I thought of another answer," Conan frowned. "If Kaito Kuroba and I are cousins, we should look very alike—he's the son of the famous magician Toichi Kuroba, so he must be skilled in magic. Who could be someone skilled in magic who also looks a lot like me?"

The answer is obvious: a certain unnamed phantom thief, Mr. Kid, has been unleashed tonight, and it seems his good days are about to begin.