I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

These police officers within the system generally enjoy having someone else solve cases so they can reap the rewards without lifting a finger, since it's free credit. But they can't quite figure out what their abstract, humanoid superiors are thinking.

What if some superior suddenly appears and says that they've terminated the investigation, and then expresses disapproval of having a vigilante in such a crucial role?

Then, in a moment of madness, the Japanese Public Security Bureau, along with the Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin and Yang), arrest Batman, which might trigger an epic scenario where Batman wreaks havoc in Tokyo.

He had to submit the matter first and gauge the other party's reaction.

Once we're certain that no one will do something so abstract, we'll decide on the next course of action.

Although the Onmyoji named Ashiya next to him didn't understand, he still nodded.

He's just here to coast along and wait to die; he doesn't care about any of this. As long as he has a place to stay and food to eat, that's enough. Once his internship is over, he'll go back to the Yin-Yang Bureau and continue his job, living a carefree and easy life.

Hakuba Saguru did not linger, nodding slightly before turning and leaving.

However, before leaving, he glanced at the Onmyoji whose surname was Ashiya and secretly made some guesses in his mind, because for the locals, this surname and Onmyoji had a strong connotation.

According to local legend, the Yin-Yang Bureau flourished most during the Heian period.

The two most famous Onmyoji of the Heian period were Abe no Seimei, known as the Great Onmyoji, and Ashiya Dōman, the Great Onmyoji who was Abe no Seimei's counterpart.

Meanwhile, the descendants of Abe no Seimei have fled to the port city of a mysterious Eastern power to escape the war.

The only descendants of the great Onmyoji who remained in the area were probably the Ashiya family. Perhaps the Onmyo-ryo (Yin-Yang Bureau) has now become the domain of the Ashiya family, who were originally the folk Onmyodo (Yin-Yang School).

Hakuba Saguru had no idea about that.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Chen En had already arrived to open the box.

Following the trail of Noah's Ark, and based on the identity information and actual address obtained from the previously remaining surveillance records, he found the residence of the magician who had sold magical items that reduced his presence and confused people's perceptions.

However, to avoid a repeat of the last instance where they knew Curaçao was there but couldn't see her, they decided to take action.

Chen En had already activated Cassandra's Ring ahead of time, gaining superhuman intuition at the cost of losing his ability to speak, which allowed him to pinpoint the magician's exact location.

To his surprise, the room was empty.

"Arn, did you find anything in that magician's room?"

The voice of Noah's Ark came through the headphones.

Chen En, dressed in a Batman costume, shook his head slightly.

His gaze swept across the room, but he found nothing suspicious. In other words, there wasn't even a mess in the room.

This indicates that there were no signs of a struggle in the room.

If we rule out the possibility that the magician was captured without his knowledge, then the only possibility is that the magician left voluntarily.

Chen En leaned towards the latter.

Because many things in the room had obviously been packed up and taken away, and there was dust in many places, it was clear that no one had cleaned it for a long time, leaving only some cheap daily necessities.

Just as he was about to continue searching to see if there were any tools that could be used to trace the trail,

Suddenly, a clicking sound came from the door behind me.

Chen En immediately hid in the shadows, his gaze falling on the doorway. He saw a figure walking from the outside in, and it turned out to be a familiar face... Yes, it was that North American exorcist.

This exorcist after his deal with Hakuba Saguru was completed.

Instead of rushing back to the United States, he stayed in Japan, ready to make the most of his talents in this international metropolis.

The main reason is that there are too many scammers in the United States, so I came here to lay low for a while and also to develop new business and new clients.

However, Chen En was puzzled as to why a North American exorcist would be here.

But Chen En's doubts were quickly answered, because the landlady who was following behind the North American exorcist entered the room, nervously holding the North American exorcist's shoulder, and said.

"Master, can you really exorcise ghosts?"

"Ever since the last person moved out, I've felt something's off about this room. Last time I came in to clean, I felt like someone was watching me in this empty room, which scared me so much I didn't dare to move."

"I'm really counting on you this time!"

Upon hearing this, the North American exorcist raised an eyebrow and waved his hand, saying...

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

"I am a great Onmyoji, see my Kikyo seal? This is my proof of identity as an Onmyoji."

What he held in his hand was the Kikyo seal that Chen En had once seen by chance on the cross. Now, hanging on his belt, it truly gave him the air of an Onmyoji.

If Chen En had never seen a real Onmyoji...

The North American exorcist had already come to check, and there was nothing there at all. It was just that the landlady was old and paranoid. But the money still had to be collected.

It's like going to the hospital; even if the doctor prescribes a placebo, they still charge you!

This is mainly the performance fee.

He casually pulled a peach wood sword from the large bag he had brought, while holding a cross in his other hand. He pretended to sing and dance around the room, looking at everything.

After noticing that the landlady's attention had been diverted, he immediately prepared to pull out the magic item he had prepared from his pocket.

This magical item is harmless to humans; it merely generates a special, intangible image. Perfect for simulating the evil spirit in the room, exorcising it so I can collect my money.

In North America, an exorcist secretly throws magical artifacts into the shadows, preparing to make the evil spirits appear. Then, after brandishing a peach wood sword for a while, he thrusts it into the shadows.

A figure appeared silently.

He hadn't noticed the difference between that figure and the original evil spirit, and was still talking.

"Evil spirits, begone! I am a great Onmyoji..."

Hmm? Something feels off about the feel of it?

Normally, shouldn't it either poke at nothing or hit the wall behind it? Why does it feel like it gets blocked by something halfway up? Could it really be a ghost?

He stiffly raised his head and saw that familiar figure staring at him.

I'm guessing, it's a bat ghost!

Chapter 1035 I Have the Power of Money!

The instant I saw that figure existing in the shadows.

The North American exorcist felt his heart and lungs stop, saying he had been walking too much at night and had really encountered a ghost.

If you're not a buddy, why are you standing in the shadows?

Aren't you Batman, the superhero? So bored you just randomly find a room, squat down, and startle old ladies, huh? Where's your morality as a superhero? Where's your sense of justice as a superhero?

Where is your conscience? (sounding)

He would rather a real ghost had appeared at that moment.

Although the props in his hands look like they're just for performance, if you actually use them as props for a performance, you'll be in for a big mistake; it'll definitely open people's eyes.

After all, if you don't have any real skills in this line of work, you're doomed if you run into a ghost.

North American exorcists have made mistakes several times before, but they successfully subdued evil spirits and received their rewards by using this trick of deceiving ghosts. After all, evil spirits are not as malicious as him.

How could those brainless creatures, who died without even a brain, possibly know that there are actually people in this world who use real props to deceive ghosts?

However, when faced with this bat-like ghost, the items in his hand were no longer effective.

The peach wood sword is genuine, but if you take this thing to the enemy's bulletproof Kevlar bat suit, what will happen if you slash it down? Will the sword break in two first, or will the bat suit get a scratch first?

The landlady behind him saw the North American exorcist force the evil spirit out as soon as he arrived, and she immediately cheered for him.

Hearing the cheers and encouragement from behind, he couldn't help but sweat even more profusely.

After hesitating for a moment, the North American exorcist waved his hand behind him and said in a trembling voice.

"This evil spirit is a bit difficult to deal with. You go out first, and I'll fight it with my magic later. It wouldn't be good if you got hurt."

Upon hearing this, the landlady was immediately convinced, took a few steps back, and carefully closed the door.

The moment the landlady left, the North American exorcist's knees buckled, and he immediately knelt down and said...

"Brother, there were too many people just now, so I'm kneeling down to you now."

"It's not easy to make a living. I'm just earning some money from my performance. After all, I'm using real magic props, and I'm a real exorcist. This ghost is also a real ghost created by magic. It's just hard-earned money, only the cost price."

Seeing the landlady leave, Chen En emerged from the shadows, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Chen En: ?

What are you saying? I don't understand.

So you're here to scam money from elderly people living alone, right?

His face darkened, but the helmet of the Batsuit concealed it, making the North American exorcist feel as if the atmosphere around him had grown even colder.

Chen En was too lazy to argue with him about it.

Although the ritual performed by this person was indeed fake, as the saying goes, suspicion breeds ghosts. If the landlady cannot be convinced that there are no ghosts in the room, she might really get sick if she stays there for too long.

There's an old saying in this mysterious Eastern country: "to see a snake in a cup."

From this perspective, it's not as effective as hiring a North American exorcist as the local feng shui masters and yin-yang practitioners who are just out to rip people off. After all, the exorcist is the real deal, unlike those charlatans.

Chen En simply said.

"I'm here to investigate where the tenant of this room went."

"You should have seen this person at the market before. He was one of the magicians at the magic market, specializing in selling magical items that could confuse people or reduce their presence."

"He is very likely to have a significant connection to a bomb smuggling case..."

Upon hearing this, the North American exorcist quickly waved his hand and said...

"No, no, no, no, no, no, this really has nothing to do with me."

"Brother Bat, you know what kind of person I am. I only do petty theft. I don't do things like murder for money. After all, you're here."

Why bother with a business in Tokyo that involves murder for profit, where the income and expenses are completely disproportionate?

Chen En's face darkened again.

what do you mean?