Solving cases with Detective Conan's science? No, I'm a cultivator!

"Shinichi, what's wrong?"

Seeing Conan's somber expression, Fujimine Yukiko couldn't help but ask.

Conan forced a smile. "It's nothing."

After leaving the underground parking lot today, he went to the toilet and called Inspector Megure.

Since there was little progress in the case, Inspector Megure still revealed the details of the case to him.

Conan learned a lot from Inspector Megure, but the mystery surrounding the mysterious woman remained undiminished.

An ordinary serial murder case has become increasingly perplexing.

Yukiko Fujimine could easily tell that Conan was being insincere; she simply assumed he had encountered another difficult case.

"Then get some rest, you have to go to school tomorrow."

……

Mouri Detective Agency.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have now arrived at the Toto Tower in the Minato Ward, where a Tanabata celebration is being held..."

The television was playing a program.

Conan is packing his backpack, while Ran is washing dishes in the kitchen.

Everything was normal.

"Sister Xiaolan, where's the flashlight?"

Conan searched high and low but couldn't find it, so he called out to the kitchen.

Xiaolan didn't turn around. "It's probably in the drawer downstairs."

Conan quickly arrived at the office downstairs.

"It should be this drawer."

Conan opened the drawer of his desk.

Just then, a strange noise came from outside.

"Ran-neechan?" Conan turned his head.

There was no response.

"Ok?"

Conan walked to the door, looked up and down, but didn't see anyone.

"It seems I misheard."

Conan muttered to himself, shrank back, and closed the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, a face was shoved right in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a large hand covered his mouth.

"Long time no see, Shinichi Kudo!"

Conan's eyes widened in horror, and his mind reeled.

"No, I should call you Conan Edogawa now."

Gin wore a cold smile on his face.

"I never expected you to be alive and well, and even turned into a little devil!"

Gin lifted Conan up by pinching his face with one hand.

Conan kicked his legs wildly in the air, but to no avail.

With his small arms and legs, he was no match for Gin.

“Indeed.” Vodka, standing behind Gin, smiled mockingly and turned to say, “This time, we owe you a lot.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan saw a woman emerge from the darkness.

Conan felt the woman looked familiar, but couldn't quite place who she was.

"I felt something was off about this kid, but I never expected him to be that famous detective."

A playful smile played on the woman's lips.

"There won't be any more like this in the future."

Gin raised his left hand, and the dark muzzle of his gun was pointed at Conan.

His finger slowly pulled the trigger, and just as Conan was in despair, Ran's voice came from outside.

"Conan, haven't you found it yet?"

Gin stopped what he was doing and looked toward the door.

Then, Voltgart, who was behind him, stepped forward, stood guard behind the door, and drew his pistol.

"Look carefully." Gin lifted Conan in front of him, making him face the door. "Everyone connected to you will meet a certain fate."

Ran's voice grew closer outside, and Conan struggled more and more violently.

As the doorknob turned, Conan's heart sank to the bottom.

Chapter 472 Stalemate

"orchid!!"

Conan shouted and woke up from his dream.

He gasped for breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Thankfully, it was just a nightmare...

After rubbing his head, Ke Nanfang finally came to his senses.

Looking around at the familiar rooms, Conan couldn't help but give a wry smile.

He moved out of the detective agency a long time ago, even Ran...

Why would I have such a dream?

Oh, right, that woman!

Conan suddenly remembered the mysterious woman who appeared with Gin and Vodka in his dream—wasn't she the woman from the Beika Department Store?!

Could this woman also be a member of the Black Organization?

Once a thought arises, it spreads uncontrollably through the mind.

Conan picked up his phone and checked the time.

It's 2 a.m. now, but it should be afternoon where his dad is.

So Conan immediately called Yusaku Kudo.

Upon receiving Conan's call, Yusaku Kudo was somewhat surprised: "Shinichi, why are you calling me at this hour? Isn't it the middle of the night where you are?"

"Um, it's urgent, Dad. Is there a woman in the Black Organization who is as skilled in disguise as Kaito Kid?" Conan's tone was somewhat urgent.

Yusaku Kudo said in a deep voice, "There is indeed such a person in the Black Organization, known as the 'Thousand-Faced Witch'!"

"The Thousand-Faced Witch?" Conan's heart sank.

He was absolutely certain that the mysterious woman was the Thousand-Faced Witch.

After all, such superb disguise skills are certainly not common abilities; apart from her, Conan has only seen them on Kid.

"Shinichi, we must not underestimate this woman!" Kudo Yusaku warned on the other end of the phone. "Even the FBI knows very little about her."

"I know."

Conan wasn't worried about that; what he was worried about was whether things would develop like the nightmare he had just had.

He carefully recalled his encounter with the mysterious woman, and a few beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His behavior was indeed unlike that of a normal child.

in case……

Conan shook his head, trying to reassure himself, "Who in their right mind would think of something like reversing aging?"

Dreams are always the opposite of reality.

"Shinichi?"

Yusaku Kudo's voice pulled Conan out of his thoughts.

"That's all for now, Dad. I'm hanging up."

After putting down his phone, Conan leaned against the headboard, showing no signs of sleepiness.

More questions arose in my mind.

Why did the Black Organization get involved in this series of murders?

……

The next day.

Kanagawa Prefecture.

Ayase City.

Guangling Sports Park.

"It's definitely Sumire Shindo!"

Holding a photo of Sumire Shindo, Wataru Takagi confirmed the identity of the corpse on the ground.

"This time, the murderer left behind the seven of bamboo again."

Sato Miwako examined the mahjong tile next to the corpse. The red circle on this mahjong tile was in the upper right corner of the four circles below it.

Instead of letters, there is a triangle on the back.

All the police officers present had solemn expressions.