Ke Xue: I know magic and I want to destroy the world

Just now, Mouri Kogoro suddenly proposed to connect with Onmyoji Chi Chufeng, but he didn't take it seriously.

He is just a magic stick, what real ability can he have?

Who knows, the other person's words almost scared him to the point of peeing.

Chapter 132 Case, soul, and gold are really the perfect commission

Seeing that host Takashi Matsuo was in trouble, assistant Nagai Ayako rushed to the rescue.

"Onmyoji-sama, I am Ayako Nagai, and I am your loyal fan."

"But you may not understand the case we are live broadcasting..."

"Haha, the case being broadcast live?" Chi Chufeng smiled, "Miss Ayako, I'm afraid you are the one who doesn't understand the situation."

"If my divination is correct, the producer of your program, Suwa Michihiko, is dead in the conference room on the fourth floor."

Everyone in the venue was shocked.

"real or fake?"

"Mr. Suwa seems to have really disappeared."

"No one answered the phone or cell phone in the room!"

"Go and find it!"

After a while, the call came into the studio.

"What? Mr. Suwa is covered in blood?"

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"He really died in the conference room on the fourth floor!"

"Could it be that... everything Onmyoji-sama said is true?"

"If that's the case, wouldn't the murderer be..."

"Host Matsuo Takashi!"

Matsuo Takashi turned pale

Sitting in his seat stupidly.

The director of the TV station ran down urgently.

"Quick, continue the live broadcast, don't stop, immediately go to the 4th floor with a few people to shoot,"

"This is a once-in-a-century crime scene live broadcast."

"Ayako Nagai, you immediately act as the host and interview the guests."

"Ah~ OK, Mr. Mori, please tell me the truth about this case."

"Case? What case?" Mouri Kogoro looked confused.

"It's the murder case of Mr. Suwa."

"Hahaha." Mouri Kogoro laughed so hard that his tongue trembled, "You also believe this, Akchu-san must be joking with you..."

"But Mr. Suwa is really dead, and his body is sitting in the conference room on the fourth floor, exactly as Onmyoji said." Nagai Ayako said with her big eyes blinking.

"What? Is there such a thing?"

Mouri Kogoro was stunned, as if he had just woken up.

"Then did Chi Chusang say who the murderer was?"

"Yes, he said the host is the murderer."

Mouri Kogoro immediately stood up and pointed at the host with a serious face.

"That's right, the murderer is you, Matsuo Takashi."

"As for the reason, haha, Chi Chusang is a very powerful onmyoji, and his judgment is absolutely correct."

Nagai Ayako was confused.

Is this the famous detective in Tokyo?

After talking for a long time, it was like saying nothing.

In the audience, Conan was shocked.

No way, Chi Chufeng is really that powerful.

Did you know that a case happened on the TV station just by making a phone call?

I still don't know what happened?

Is our gap that big?

"enough!"

Matsuo Takashi suddenly stood up resignedly.

"I don't want to be a clown anymore, I plead guilty!"

The whole scene was silent.

Matsuo Takashi reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Unexpectedly, the strongest onmyoji in Tokyo really deserves his reputation."

"I planned the case for more than a month, and you exposed it so easily."

"I really regret it. When Detective Maori suggested connecting with you, I should have said no."

"Unfortunately, for the sake of the effect of the show, I agreed."

"And such a simple choice sent me into the abyss..."

"Lord Chichu, I'm convinced!"

Matsuo Takashi bowed deeply and extended his hands.

His words and actions were transmitted to thousands of households through television signals.

The audience in front of the TV was all shocked.

"Shouldn't all Onmyoji be magic sticks?"

"Are they really able to tell fortunes?"

"Didn't you listen to what he said? Only this Master Chichu is really powerful."

On Shikishima, a few hours away from Tokyo, the village chief Takeo Mikami stood up in surprise.

"Hurry and invite this Onmyoji master!"

"He can definitely deal with those harmful ghosts!"

After several days of busy work, Magical Maid Miyano Akemi is finally complete.

"The key parts of her body are engraved with magic arrays. Three of the key and secret acupoints fix the space door to the soul space."

"With these three small doors, we can continuously provide her with magic power, which can not only maintain her existence in the real world, but also provide military support."

"Of course, in order to prevent obstruction, these three small gates need to be regularly unclogged and kept open."

"The only thing missing now is practical experience."

"However, in this age of law-ending, where can we find ghosts that can be beaten?"

Chi Chufeng touched his chin.

Jingle Bell.

the phone is ringing.

"Moxi Moxi, this is Chi Chu Feng Onmyoji's office."

"Shikishima? The ghost of the navy is causing trouble?"

"A billion worth of gold!"

Chi Chufeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Cases, souls, gold, what a perfect commission.

"Okay, I'll take your request!".

Chapter 133 Undead Transformation Magic Array

Shikishima, midnight.

Although it was already late at night, every house on Shikishima was brightly lit, illuminating the residential area as if it were daytime.

On the empty streets, Shikishima's village chief Mikami Takeo, his assistant Kinoshita Goro and several members of the village self-defense force holding weapons walked together.

One villager stammered: "Village Chief, is it really useful to arrange a night patrol in the middle of the night? I think we should stay at home and wait until the Onmyoji is picked up tomorrow."

"Yes, village chief." Another villager nodded, "Those warrior ghosts wearing armor have begun to hurt people. Several people have been slashed in the past few days."

"Those people's wounds are very strange. Although the wounds are not deep, they have not scabbed and healed, and there is still black energy emanating from them. It is definitely ghosts who are causing trouble!"

"In the past few days, things have been getting worse and worse over at the Navy Cave. Some people have seen ghosts of wandering warriors there during the day. Their bodies are like smoke condensed. It's so scary."

"Yes, this is definitely the ghost of the navy who was killed on the island 400 years ago! I really want to leave this island."

The villagers were talking in low voices, and Mikami Takeo also looked panicked, but as the village chief, he still insisted on patrolling.

Half an hour passed quickly. The group walked around all the buildings on the island and then returned along a forest path.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by. A villager's hands were shaking. The flashlight fell on the ground and rolled a few meters toward the woods.

Kinoshita Goro who was in that direction was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked a few steps towards the woods, bent down and picked up the flashlight.

At this moment, Takeo Mikami suddenly exclaimed: "Kinoshita! On your right! On your right~"

Kinoshita Goro's heart trembled, and he felt as if his heart suddenly jumped into his throat, and he quickly turned his head to the right.

An armored warrior made of condensed black energy stood a few meters away.

Its whole body was shrouded in black mist, and its face could not be seen clearly. All that could be seen was a black samurai sword standing in front of it.

Suddenly, the warrior moved.

Its body seemed to be floating in the air, accompanied by the cold wind, and instantly arrived in front of Kinoshita Goro, and stabbed Kinoshita Goro in the chest!

Kinoshita Goro screamed and sat on the ground.

Then he got up again in horror.

He shouted as he followed Takeo Mikami and the others running into the distance.

In the woods, the armored warrior stood quietly on the spot, as if the blow just now had consumed all its strength.

The black air that made up the figure became very light, and disappeared immediately when the wind blew it.

Just as suddenly as it appeared, the samurai disappeared again.

The woods became quiet again, as if nothing had happened.

The next afternoon, when the sun was about to set.

The golden crow hangs down from the west, dyeing the distant sky into a golden color.

The sea surface is sparkling, with spots of gold printed under the setting sun, and seabirds pass by in the sky, leaving behind a few calls.

On a medium-sized cruise ship, Chi Chufeng stood on the deck with Xiaolan in his arms, facing the salty sea breeze, looking at the beautiful scenery on the sea, silently, and the years were peaceful.

Conan sat on the bench with a depressed look.

Shikishima not only invited Aka Chufeng, an onmyoji, but also invited Mouri Kogoro, saying he was asking him to give a speech.

However, Chi Chufeng knew very well that he was afraid that he, the Onmyoji, would monopolize the treasure after discovering it, so he found a detective to check and balance him.

However, they were stupid enough to find a fool like Mouri Kogoro.

Looking at the detective who was sleeping soundly not far away, Chi Chufeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Even if the treasure was taken away in front of Mouri Kogoro, he might not be able to find it.