People are in Zongman, in short, they are very disdainful

"The person in charge? Let me see.....send the 'Sweet Potto' and the 'Stout' and tell them by the way—"

Thinking about Kurosaki Tsuji's hairstyle in his mind, Karasuma chuckled softly.

"These two wines don't go well with octopus, neither black nor pink."

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"Very well, let's continue like this..."

Kurosaki Thistle is actually waiting here too.

Activate the Wind Flow Law·Invisibility, the greatest evil in the world lurks in the top of the cross.

Don't get me wrong, Kurosaki Ji didn't intend to make a move. As Conan's enemy, whether it's the Crimson King's sword or the wind method, it's just a waste of effort, and he doesn't want to waste this effort.

Kurosaki Jiji is here admiring the deception and betrayal among friends, and waiting for two people by the way.

"Ah, here you are."

Ignoring the wall and the dark environment, a young figure crawling on the ground appeared in front of Kurosaki Jiji.

"Remember what I told you the night we first met?"

Picking up Hiroki Sawada who had turned into a green baby, Ji Kurosaki's expression became solemn, and his words revealed a wonderful inductiveness.

Seemingly understanding Kurosaki Ji's words, the green baby raised its small arms and started babbling.

"Hiroki, do you believe in 'gravity'? Do you think it makes sense for you to be caught by me? Just like an apple destined to fall, 'gravity' is always around us, attracting everything together all the time .”

"Right now, we're in this wonderful gravitational pull.

Don't worry about your current appearance, I will restore you, or let you be reborn from the cocoon of 'humanity' and become a more beautiful existence...."

Looking at Conan who had already taken out the anesthesia needle and wrestled with Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, Kurosaki Tsuji's eyes were full of sinister pleasure.

"Look, here comes Pilate."

With a stern face, it seemed that she had lost hope in everything around her. A completely blackened girl appeared at the bottom of the cross street. [Magic Bullet Shooter] sat on her shoulder, and the devil's horns under the forest ranger's hat showed a cold light.

The horrible ritual of sacrificing 'Jesus' is about to begin—

Chapter 161 Sacrifice to Jesus ([-]) The Demon with a Broken Arm

"Calm down! Mitsuhiko!"

Seeing his former partner take out the murder weapon, fear and disbelief filled the former detective's heart.

How could...how could this be!

"I'm calm, Kudo Shinichi."

I can't even feel the slightest bit of anger from the boy's words,

"In order to activate [that ability], I had to force myself to think about those sad things, but now I don't need it...

Now I am calmer than ever, and I have never been calmer than now.

I want to be calm like lying in bed and counting the stars, like picking flowers, and take your dog's life! "

Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko's tone was the same as the surrounding environment, full of coldness——

It can't even be described as "like ice for thousands of years", the surrounding terrifying aura is almost like a flame-like darkness rising continuously, devouring the last ray of light insatiably, it is so cold that even Conan's mind It's like the lack of antifreeze slows down the speed.

What a sinful person this is - no.

Those who live here are evil itself!

As the words fell, the muzzle of the "Thirty Silver Coins" spit out air waves and a faint tongue of flame, and the brass-colored bullets attacked Conan, who was 5 meters away, with killing intent.

"It turned out that... it really shot!"

The pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and a series of emotions flashed in Conan's eyes in an instant.

Doubt, heartache, disbelief, resentment towards the mastermind behind the scenes, and a righteous heart eager to judge the evil......

But the only thing that doesn't have the [fear] of facing death.

"Retractable straps!"

The huge pulling force started quickly, and the end of the harness that was pre-installed on the abandoned utility pole began to exert force.

Soaring into the air, at a position about three meters above the ground, it deviated far from Mitsuhiko's ballistic trajectory.

"A lot of people think that a pistol is a quick-and-dirty murder weapon - but that's not true."

Putting himself back on the ground, the white light on the plain mirror made Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya unable to see Conan's eyes clearly.

"Pistols are actually hard to use.

Its range is at most 50 meters, and the effective range that can guarantee shooting accuracy is only 30 meters.

In the training of police schools in most countries, the passing standard for pistol shooting is 'aim within 15 meters for more than one second without missing the target'.

Also, while not as heavy as a rifle, it's not something a 7 year old can lift for long...."

Gritting his teeth tightly, Conan looked at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's hands, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

The revolver with eight bullets is far superior to conventional pistols in terms of silencer performance and smoke response blocking. It is ultra-light weight that can be easily lifted by children......

This gun is undoubtedly "tailor-made".

However, who, or "what organization", would give a child a custom-made pistol?

"Mitsuhiko..."

Dodging a bullet again, Conan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Genta, Ayumi, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry......

Can not go back.

Gone are the days when the boy detectives ate snacks, played soccer, and talked about Kamen Rider together...  

The eyes behind the plain mirror became firm.

I will avenge you, but not now.

Now I want to knock down my companion with my own hands, take him to court with my own hands, and dig out the disgusting evil behind him......

Can't play together anymore.......because......

From a perspective that even Conan himself couldn't see, a faint golden light emerged from his body.

......The current Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko is an "enemy".

————————————————————————The Crimson King—————————————————

"Of all the heroes, the most difficult one is you, Conan."

The top of the cross street was already empty, and Kurosaki Tsutomu walked to the intersection, quietly watching the two boys who were fighting.

The "brave" can feel the presence of demons, even if Kurosaki Ji took the initiative to suppress the villainous temperament, it would be futile, so he chose to hide in the battlefield and let Conan confuse his evil temperament with Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko's murderous aura to hide himself.

"Not only is the ability to survive, but it also takes a lot of effort to kill you..."

He turned his head and looked at Mao Lilan, who was at the left end of the cross, about 30 meters away from him.

Due to the effect of the wind flow method and invisibility, Mao Lilan, who is close at hand, can't see Kurosaki Jiji at all, and the dark street makes it impossible for Conan to notice the existence of Mao Lilan.

"Go, anyway, it's not impossible to pick it up later."

Behind Ji Kurosaki, the Crimson King raised his right hand high, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed down——

Frowning, the Crimson King and Kurosaki Ji lowered their left arms at the same time and were caught by their right hands.

To Kurosaki Jiji, who is no longer a human being, this is just a small wound like a cut on his hand, and his purpose is behind.

The flesh and blood of the broken left arm squirmed, and several tentacles that looked very ominous grew out, and the bony duct that protruded a step earlier was inhaling and exhaling regularly.

"Let's go--"

The arm flew to Mao Lilan's back, and the tentacles were as soft as the tender hands of a young mother stroking a baby, hanging on Mao Lilan's body gently and forcefully—of course, Mao Lilan didn't notice.

With the undetectable sound of blowing the wind, the method of wind and invisibility began to play a role on Mao Lilan silently.

"'Can't be hurt by enemies'......Tsk, what a troublesome attribute."

Seeing Conan dodging bullets in various wonderful ways, Kurosaki Tsutomu curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

Now Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko has only four bullets left, and one of them misses. In this case, it is necessary to start the attack on Conan's treasure, Mori Ran.

He didn't hesitate to cut off his own arm, so that when Mao Lilan attacked Conan in the chaos, he would not be discovered immediately, and thus be judged as an "enemy", so that Kurosaki Ji's efforts were in vain.

As for Mao Lilan after killing Conan?

It has nothing to do with him. After killing Conan, he took his arm back, and then he should take the saint's body and take the saint's body, and Mao Lilan should go to Lucifer's stomach and Lucifer's stomach.

He was not a subordinate who made it clear that the chariots and horses were mixing with him, so Kurosaki Jiji naturally didn't care about Mao Lilan's life or death.

The Crimson King with the broken arm reappeared and snapped his fingers.

A snapping finger that has no sound and can only be seen by [Substitute Messenger] or [Substitute with autonomous consciousness].

—————————————————————The Crimson King————————————————————

"Shoot, Maorilan."

[The Crimson King]'s snapping fingers only fell into the eyes of the [Magic Bullet Shooter].

As the [Replacement Disc] drawn by Hei Kuu Ling, [Magic Bullet Shooter] temporarily belongs to Mao Lilan, but it dare not disobey Kurosaki Jiji's order.

Coerced by evil, a stand-in in a forest ranger costume persuades Mao Lilan to shoot.

"Shoot, are you still thinking about your old love in this situation?"

"Shut up, Bullet Shooter."

The words without emotional fluctuations startled the little stand-in.

"I just... don't want to have such a hard time, just shoot him to death..."

In the pistol left by Hiroki Sawada, the seven magic bullets that gathered the energy of the substitute flashed an ominous purple-black light.

In the German opera "Magic Bullet Shooter", the magic bullet given by the devil is "must hit", but the seventh bullet must penetrate the heart of the loved one.

However, what if the anger vented by the seven magic bullets is all directed at the "former lover"?

"boom--"

Sawada Hiroki's revolver does not need to be loaded many times, and the high-speed trigger pulls the two magic bullets almost flying out.

Avoiding two chairs and Kurosaki Thistle hiding in the dark, the magic bullet flew at a strange angle——

——Conan's legs, who are fighting with Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko.

Chapter 162 Sacrifice to Jesus ([-]) Heartbroken for me

"This kid, you still have to do it..."

Hell Scarlet Hall, Marina, Modius, Cerberus...

None of the aforementioned hell lords are present.

Because now, only demons with sufficient level and strength are allowed to enter here.

The light curtain of the crystal ball shone on the wall, and the melee between Kurosaki Tsuji and others was fully watched by the demons.

"What a cool trick. In order to inflict invisibility on that little girl, he didn't hesitate to cut off an arm."

As a close friend of Lucifer and a powerful former prosecutor, Miss Zhengyi highly praised Kurosaki Jiji's tactics.

Although I prefer the open and close style of play, Kurosaki Ji's insidiousness also left a deep impression on this powerful demon who once fought against the previous demon king.

"Yeah, if we encounter this situation, I'm afraid we will also suffer."

Still maintaining a shy smile, Ms. Baphomet began to drink Lucifer's black tea with narrowed eyes.

"So? I admit that his evil and deceit are the only things I have seen in my life, but this is why you think he can fight against fate?"

The red robe is full of grace and luxury, and the horns as white as Lucifer show that even among the demons with almost infinite lifespan, she is a senior generation.

The former Demon King, [Lord of the Flies], [Crimson Queen], Beelzebub.

"Justice, if you dare to tease me with such a boring thing, you should know that if it weren't for Lucifer's three-point face with me, my temper can't be solved with a pair of eyes... ..."