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

Seeing the excited Manaka, Akatsuka's lips twitched.

What he really meant was: This is advice for you; please think carefully before you act...

Chapter 29 A Good Boss Who Wins Hearts

"Director Ochiai."

Chi Chufeng looked at the old man in front of him.

"Boss Akachu." Director Ochiai was in a very low mood.

Although he didn't know what had just happened, it was clear that Akatsuka's life had been saved by him.

Then he must know that he is inside the armor.

If he also wants to close the art museum, he will definitely hand me over to the police, or use what just happened to blackmail me.

That's it, there's absolutely no chance anymore.

A 50-year-old art museum is about to be forcibly...

"This art museum is now in your hands."

"Huh?" Director Ochiai was stunned.

He was sure he was hallucinating.

It's either because they're old and useless, or they're too eager to preserve the art museum, that they're creating this illusion.

"I won't be coming here often in the future, so you can make the decisions."

Anyway, the art museum was free, and he's not short of money, so he can just keep it running.

Chi Chufeng glanced at the hollow field beside him.

"The museum's lost collection must be recovered. Anyone who dares to touch my things will face the wrath of an Onmyoji!"

With a thud, Kubota was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground.

"Lord Chichu, I will return everything immediately, and I will compensate you for anything that has already been sold... no, double, triple! Lord Chichu, please spare me!"

Chi Chufeng ignored him and took two steps outside.

Seeing Ran Mouri's admiring gaze, he immediately smiled.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. From now on, everyone Xiaolan brings will be free!"

"That's great! We can visit the art museum often in the future."

Upon hearing Ran's cheers, Kogoro Mouri and Conan's faces instantly darkened.

"We should hurry up and marry Xiaolan off."

Kogoro Mouri really wants to cry.

Watching Akatsuka's departing figure, Kishida asked curiously, "Director Ochiai, our new boss is very young. Can he manage the art museum well?"

"Yes, it must be possible."

Director Ochiai's eyes gleamed.

"He is a true knight, a righteous knight who can maintain his true self even after being baptized by the blood of evil spirits."

Chi Chufeng, who was walking out, shivered.

The magic seems to be somewhat insufficient.

Nourishing.

The tall man being whipped by Akemi Miyano instantly lost weight.

The Mori family left Tokyo for the next two days to attend a friend's wedding.

Chi Chufeng, on the other hand, was at home researching the creation of magical devices.

None of the rooms in the residential building have been rented out.

One reason is that Chi Chufeng has too much money, and he doesn't care about this rent at all.

Another reason is that I have many secrets, and it's inconvenient to live with outsiders.

For example, Hitomi Hoshino, Yuko Ikezawa, and Natsue Hatamoto often come over, and they all have their own rooms.

Oh, and recently there's also been a lot of donations.

A good boss should consider the needs of his employees.

It's too late to work, and it's so dangerous to go home.

Living in the building next door makes it much more convenient to come and go.

Chi Chufeng is truly a wonderful boss who has won people's hearts.

The room on the top floor, not facing the street.

Chi Chufeng carefully examined the European-style longsword on the table.

According to the museum's records, this longsword is the Rapier Longsword.

These weapons, passed down from medieval Europe, were only worn by nobles and were known as the king of European swords.

In an era when duels were prevalent, they were often used as dueling weapons.

Activating the Eye of Space reveals a strange black smoke billowing from the sword's blade.

It circled back and forth along the blade.

Chi Chufeng guessed that these should be the remains of those who had died by this sword, or the sword's owner.

After they died, their souls, bound by their obsession, clung to the blade and then faded away with the passage of time.

Over hundreds of years, countless souls have eroded it, eventually forming a natural magical artifact.

One of the effects of this magical device is to enhance the user's strength, which is why the elderly Ochiai was able to support such heavy armor.

He must have realized this as well.

Otherwise, Director Ochiai, who cherishes antiques so much, would use replicas even for his most important armor, and would never use a real antique longsword.

At the same time, his murderous intent may have been triggered by this long sword.

The black gas swirling around the blade was not pure magic, but rather the aura of death mixed with the emotions of the deceased.

The only way to use it without being disturbed by it is to consume all the death energy, convert it into pure magic, and then refine it into the sword.

Only in this way can we return to simplicity and create a true magical artifact.

Not only will the effect be greatly improved, but the leakage of magic power will also be prevented.

The problem now is, how do we eliminate the aura of death?

For anyone else, this would be a complete challenge, but for Chi Chufeng, it was an easy task.

It can also bring considerable benefits.

He used his spatial manipulation to grab all nine souls from the soul space and throw them onto the sword blade.

Will he become a couple with Ran Mouri in Chapter 30?

Suddenly separated from their familiar surroundings, the nine little figures looked completely bewildered.

Whether sitting, standing, or hanging on the blade.

The surrounding black aura of death instantly became active.

It surged toward the nine souls in a powerful rush.

Nine giant black eggs quickly formed, enveloping the soul.

Strands and wisps of black energy continuously seeped into the various acupoints of the soul.

Even if they keep their mouths closed, you can still pry them open.

The nine souls swelled up as if inflated by air.

Without Chi Chufeng, these death energies would have burst them.

Then it pulls at the fragments of the soul, assimilating them into the energy of death to strengthen itself.

Chi Chufeng would certainly not allow such a thing to happen.

Sizzle s ...

With a thought, magic is drawn in.

In an instant, the swollen soul flattened again.

The death energy, unwilling to submit, continued to penetrate the soul through its eyes, nose, mouth, ears, navel, and other acupoints.

The souls' eyes turned red from the swelling.

Then, there was another series of buzzing sounds.

They flattened again.