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

Chapter 500 Salamandridae
“Günter von Goldberg II, you are too slow.”

"I can hardly believe that you, a superhuman codenamed Assassin in this organization, would waste so much of my time on such a small amount of money. I have to tell you something: we have missed our best chance to kill Batman."

The codenamed Assassin of the mysterious organization, and the new head of the organization in the Tokyo area after Snake's arrest.

Salamandridae stared at the magician before him, and the girl beside him dressed like a witch who had escaped from a comic convention, her eyes slightly narrowed, and said,

"Are you a witch? Which of the seven colors?"

Upon hearing this, the witch merely glanced at the salamander before speaking directly.
"It's none of your business. Knowing this doesn't mean anything to you."

—You'd better be just as tough when you're taken to the witch's trial someday.

The salamander's eyes held a hint of danger.

Upon seeing this, Günther von Goldberg II sighed and said,

“Günter von Goldberg II is dead. You chose him, my idol.”

"Moreover, that money is of great use to me. Even if it means nothing to me, it is of great significance to the witch next to me—it is her reward."

The witch nodded slightly, as if in agreement.

The salamander sighed at this.

Although the witch did not specify which of the seven colors she was, the salamander could deduce it somewhat from her greedy behavior, but he did not investigate further.

These magic-based guys are quite difficult to deal with, and they also hold grudges.

Since the witch is unwilling to reveal her identity, it's better for him not to expose her.

"Oh, right, salamanders, let's not talk about that now."

Who's that person behind you?

The illusionist spider raised an eyebrow and asked with some curiosity.

Hearing this, the witch also turned her attention to the gruesome-looking creature behind the salamander. She tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"He has a magical item on him."

"This magical artifact seems to be just a replica made by imitating a certain magical artifact, but this magical artifact seems to have undergone a very peculiar change... Hmm, this can be a research topic."

It's as if you're studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Can you stop reading Western fantasy novels every day like those Muggles, since you're a genuine magical witch?
The spider sighed and rubbed its forehead.

Hearing this, the salamander turned to look at the person behind it and calmly said,
“I’m investigating something in the abandoned warehouse area.”

"I happened to see a vehicle drive out of an abandoned warehouse, so I went in to check it out, and I happened to see a red hood next to this person —"

"That hood is constantly being improved and transformed according to this person's will."

"What caused all of this was the bomb in the warehouse. The bomb brought him to the brink of death, which made him burst out with the will to survive because he didn't want to die. So, after the bomb exploded and the hood was completed, I brought him and the hood back."

"I'm not familiar with magic. You take a look at what this thing does and what's going on with this person."

The salamander's voice piqued the witch's curiosity.

She squatted down beside him, reached out and poked the cheek of the unconscious man who looked half-dead. Then she reached out and straightened his head, before taking out a crystal ball from her bag.

—While it's true that magical items, being products of the mind, can change depending on the psychological state of others, this is normal.

However, it seems rather strange that this replica magical item could change due to someone else's will; this person seems to be quite a special individual.

The witch examined the person before her through the crystal ball.

The witch was casting a spell with her crystal ball, and the spider and salamander behind her naturally didn't stop. The spider frowned and asked,
"You're saying we missed our best chance to kill Batman? What happened?"

Upon hearing this, the salamander calmly replied,
"Today, a group called the Steel Society planted numerous bombs in Tokyo, but Batman intercepted them all until the final explosion point—"

"I clearly sensed the explosive flames erupting forth."

"That was a murder plot orchestrated by the Black Organization against Batman. If you and the witch had arrived in Tokyo sooner, I might not have been gathering information elsewhere and could have participated in this murderous spectacle instead."

"Killing Batman isn't difficult for me, is it?"

—What an arrogant guy.

The spider's eyes narrowed slightly.

However, he could not deny this, because in terms of physical lethality, the salamander in front of him was indeed much stronger than him. After all, salamanders have some unique names in Western culture.

Salamander, or salamander.

That is a spirit representing fire in Western culture, which explains the abilities of the assassin in front of us.

Salamanders have the ability to control fire.

With just a tiny spark, a few embers, a salamander can turn that spark into a raging inferno that devours everything, but at the same time, it can also turn a raging fire into an incredibly weak flame.

He even said that the flames should circulate around him.

If the Black Organization had actually attempted to assassinate Batman, with an explosion so powerful that even a newt could sense it, perhaps with a little more force, it could have actually killed Batman. No wonder the newt said that.

"Why does this person look a bit dark-skinned? Is he a local?"

"That's what the witch complained about."

She had already examined the person before her through the crystal ball—

Well, the situation is not optimistic. Almost all of his bones are broken, and his memories are all jumbled up. It's like he was mentally attacked by someone before and hasn't fully recovered. Then, due to the transformation of the magical artifact, he was forced to take a second hit.

"It's hopeless. Even if you save someone like that, they'll just be drooling. Who knows when their memories will return?"

The witch clapped her hands, put her crystal ball back in her pocket, and complained again.

"This hood was transformed because of this man, and it's now completely sealed. Even if this man dies now, no one else can use it, and it doesn't have any special effects. It just enhances physical fitness and recovery ability."

"My suggestion is, don't waste time, just throw them into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish—"

Upon hearing this, the salamander frowned.

He finally had a sudden whim, how could he just throw it away like that?

Wouldn't he lose face?

In response, the salamander simply said,
"Since the memories can't be recovered, that's fine too."

“This person has a fighting background and a magical item, which barely meets the organization’s membership standards—perfect, I need an assistant, so let’s keep him.”

"Didn't you want to observe for a while longer to see who the witch who helped Phantom Thief Kid really was?"

"Since you're basically idle anyway, why not lend a hand and bring this half-dead guy back to life... It shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

The witch raised an eyebrow, turned around, looked intently at the salamander, and said,
"You are insulting my professional ethics—"

"You have to pay more."

(End of this chapter)