Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

Then the blade fell down again.

The cycle repeated itself, with beheadings occurring over and over again.

Fujie Akiyoshi's soul was imprisoned in a cage.

Two hands appeared out of nowhere and kept slapping his face.

Kenzo Hirota was suspended in the air by a rope, his long tongue hanging out.

His dead fish eyes stared fiercely at the old woman.

The tall, nameless man kept spitting out white foam, one after another.

Akemi Miyano was being whipped with a leather whip, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

Finally, Masaki Negishi, who looked as black as charcoal, turned around.

Hollow eyes and a hollow mouth stared at the old woman, seemingly telling of the horrors of hell.

Chapter 21 You're also an Onmyoji?

"What kind of punishment would you like your son to receive after his death?"

A deep voice echoed in the basement.

"No, no, I don't want my son to suffer. Please, Lord Death, spare my son."

“We’re going to turn ourselves in, we’re going to turn ourselves in right now.”

"Please don't torture my son after I die."

The old woman completely broke down.

Chi Chufeng stepped past the old woman who was crawling on the ground and went to meet the children.

Little Ayumi suddenly threw herself into his arms.

"Brother Chichu, thank you for saving me."

[Ding! Ayumi has developed feelings for you. Current affection level: 3 stars.]

A phone call resolved the issue quickly.

The police came and took the criminal away.

The case from five years ago has been solved, and the Junior Detective League has made it into the newspaper.

Chi Chufeng was also on it, of course.

This was a great opportunity to advertise his identity as an Onmyoji, so of course he wouldn't miss it.

"Brother Chichu, why did that old woman keep shouting about hell, ghosts, and death when she was arrested?"

Conan frowned, looking puzzled.

The curse has expired; the kid is no longer unlucky.

However, the bruises and swelling on his face had not yet subsided.

"I'm an Onmyoji, with seven or eight ghosts under my command. It's easy for me to scare her."

This is the world of Detective Conan, where would there be ghosts?

Conan curled his lip in disdain.

That might fool a few other kids, but it's absolutely impossible for it to fool me.

"I understand." Conan smiled knowingly.

"I've heard that many Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) know a little bit of hypnosis. They can make their clients see illusions and charge a lot of money."

"Does Brother Chichu also know hypnosis?"

Hypnosis?

The hypnotic technique of a ghost.

Looking at Conan's smug face, Akatsuka really wanted to show him a ghost.

Even if you show it to him, he'll say it's hypnosis.

We need to find another way.

"Brother Chichu, where shall we go on our next adventure?"

"Ayumi asked excitedly."

Seeing Genta and Mitsuhiko, who were equally excited, Akatsuka Kaze revealed a malicious smile.

"Have you heard? There's a creepy house in 2-chome where a boy used to live alone."

"One day, he suddenly disappeared without a trace."

"After that, the house would always make strange noises, and will-o'-the-wisps would often appear."

As Akazuka Kaze described it, the young detectives' eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Let's go on an adventure to the haunted house together after school."

"Nichome is very close, you can walk there."

"Ni-chome?"

Conan frowned.

My home is in that area, how come I've never heard of it?

"Brother Chichu, whose house is that?" he asked curiously.

"Whose house is this? I don't know."

Chi Chufeng suppressed a laugh, "But there's a Kudo sign hanging outside the house."

"Gong, Kudo?"

Conan was dumbfounded.

A teenager living alone...

Disappeared without a trace...

Kudo…

Isn’t that my home?

Akatsuka doesn't plan to participate in the Junior Detective Club's subsequent actions.

He is very busy now.

Because it was featured in the newspaper, the fame of Onmyoji spread rapidly.

Some people even came to our door specifically to invite them.

"Respected Onmyoji, hello. I am Suzuki Kenji, the butler of the Hatamoto family."

"I have an urgent request, and you must come with me."

The speaker was an elderly man who appeared to have a dignified air, and he bowed slightly.

"Here is the advance payment for the service fee. Thank you for your help."

Chi Chufeng raised an eyebrow slightly as he took the check.

Ten million yen for a single visit, that's easy money.

"Let's go."

Chi Chufeng stood up.

"Aren't you... going to make some preparations?"

Kenji Suzuki looked at him hesitantly.

"what to prepare?"

Chi Chufeng was somewhat curious.

Kenji Suzuki looked at him for a moment, then bowed and led the way without saying anything more.

We arrived at the dock in a luxury car.

We boarded a luxury ship that was moored at the dock.

Chi Chufeng then realized why the old butler had asked that question.

There were already three Onmyoji on the ship, all dressed in ancient clothing, holding magical implements such as fans, bells, and divination discs, and some of them were holding a dozen talismans, chanting incantations.

This is a chaotic battle of Onmyoji!

In contrast, Chi Chufeng was dressed in ordinary modern clothes and was not carrying anything, so he didn't look like an Onmyoji at all.

"Hmph, you're not wearing hunting robes, carrying any magical artifacts, or talismans? You call yourself an Onmyoji?"

"What's happening here is not something a young person like you can handle. Get out of here immediately."

"If you don't want to leave, then just stay here and watch. You can't see the profound secrets of an Onmyoji all the time."