The Pirated Onmyoji of the Detective World

Although the living room was pitch black, as his flashlight beam swept across it, he caught a glimpse of this scene—

Around the very table where they had been sitting, there were four strange-looking guys sitting around.

Although he couldn't see them clearly, he could still make out their general shapes.

One was a little boy whose head looked like chicken wings.

One was a pale-faced paper figure covered in talismans.

One was a female ghost whose entire body was emitting white smoke.

There was also a fierce-looking woman standing beside him with a strange, demonic sword.

"Heh... How could that be..."

"How could demons and monsters play cards in a place like this..."

"It must be because I'm still sleepy and my eyes are blurry!"

Mitsuhiko's mind went blank for a moment. He rubbed his eyes, looking slightly dazed, and after confirming that he was awake, he looked towards the table again, finally letting out a silent sigh of relief. He muttered to himself, "Phew... I knew it, how could there be anything dirty..."

However, in his urgent need to urinate, he failed to notice the deck of cards scattered on the table that hadn't been there before they returned to their room.

"Something dirty...!?"

Little did he know that after he said those words, the four little ones surrounded him unhappily.

Little Tengu: Stare—

Paper Dance: Stare—

Snow Woman: Stare—

Yoto Hime: Stare—

"Kid, you've narrowed your options!"

……

Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap...

Finally, just a second before he was about to wet his pants, Mitsuhiko managed to run into the bathroom.

"call……"

After using the toilet, Mitsuhiko stood in front of the sink, finally able to relax.

Fortunately, nothing strange happened after I rushed into the toilet.

At this point, Mitsuhiko also began to solidify his own guess.

That's right, those strange feelings I just had must have been because I was too nervous about needing to pee.

How could there possibly be any demons or monsters in this world!

Hahahaha...

Chapter 745 You still want to seduce the Onmyoji!

When Mitsuhiko finished washing his hands and walked out of the bathroom, looking relaxed as he prepared to go upstairs back to his room, he heard a rustling sound coming from somewhere in the hallway.

"Huh, what's that sound?"

At this moment, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, having recovered from his fear, once again became "brave".

In order to have something to brag about his bravery to Ayumi and Ai Haibara after daybreak, Mitsuhiko tiptoed toward the direction from which the sound came.

That was a room in the corridor where the lights were still on.

"It seems to be coming from here. I remember this being the kitchen..."

Mitsuhiko held his breath and cautiously peeked through the crack in the door into the room. What he saw inside made him turn pale, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

The next second, Mitsuhiko could no longer care about anything else and turned around to run towards the room.

The hurried footsteps were particularly noticeable in the dark corridor.

Awakened by the sound of footsteps, Conan grumbled as he crawled out of bed and looked blankly toward the door.

The next second, the door was pulled open from the outside, and Mitsuhiko appeared in front of Conan, panting heavily.

"What's wrong, Mitsuhiko?"

Conan, who was initially harboring some resentment, instantly sobered up after noticing the extremely unpleasant expression on Mitsuhiko's face.

"Quick...hurry up, everyone run!" Mitsuhiko gasped for breath as he frantically urged the others.

"Huh?" Conan was slightly taken aback, not understanding why Mitsuhiko would say that.

Aragaki Yu, standing to the side, seemed somewhat embarrassed.

If I'm not mistaken, it's likely that Mitsuhiko saw some little guys he shouldn't have seen while using the restroom.

At the same time, Professor Agasa and Genta were also awakened from their sleep, and looked at Mitsuhiko with sleepy eyes.

Professor Agasa rubbed his eyes and asked, "Mitsuhiko, what's wrong with you?"

Genta muttered along, "You scared me in the middle of the night..."

Their hair was disheveled, and their clothes were askew from sleeping; they were not fully awake yet.

Akemi Miyano appeared behind Mitsuhiko with Ai Haibara and Ayumi. The three of them looked at the somewhat noisy room with dark faces, clearly having noticed the commotion.

"What are you all doing? It's only four in the morning!" Ai Haibara stared at the group, her voice full of resentment.

Although I often stay up late, staying up late and being woken up after falling asleep are two completely different things.

"Quick...run for your lives! If we don't get out of here soon, we'll be killed..."

Because of his heavy breathing, Mitsuhiko's words came out in fits and starts.

"what--"

However, before everyone could understand Mitsuhiko's words, a shrill female scream pierced the dark and silent night.

"!!!"

"What was that sound?!" Conan's expression changed, and he hurriedly put on his slippers.

At this moment, the drowsiness on Ai Haibara's face completely disappeared, and she looked downstairs with a serious expression. "It sounds like the voice of that woman named Akane Oba."

Upon hearing this piercing scream, Mitsuhiko's face turned even paler, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. "It's the mountain... the mountain demon granny, it must be the mountain demon granny! I just saw her sharpening her kitchen knife!"

"Forehead……"

Conan didn't believe in any legends about mountain demons, but when he heard Mitsuhiko say that he saw someone sharpening a knife, coupled with the scream he had just heard, a sense of foreboding washed over him.

The next moment, Conan rushed out of the room without hesitation and ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

"Shin... Conan, wait a minute... Ouch..."

Seeing this, Professor Agasa was about to chase after him when he tripped over the blankets at his feet and fell into the blankets.

"..."

If it weren't for the anxious expression on Professor Agasa's face, Ai Haibara and the others would have almost thought that Professor Agasa had deliberately gotten into bed.

"Let's go take a look!"

Before Professor Agasa could crawl out of bed again, Aragaki Yu, having tidied his clothes, glanced at Miyano Akemi and the others before chasing after Conan's retreating figure.

"Help!"

"You bastard! Why did you kill me!"

When Conan and Yu Aragaki rushed outside, they found that it was already drizzling.

In the rain, Akane Oba was frantically trying to escape the pursuit of the Andarai.

Although it was not clear, under the dim moonlight, everyone could still vaguely see something reflecting a cold light in the hands of the Andarai people.

Coupled with the furious look on Andarai's face, everyone immediately understood the situation.

"stop!"

Seeing that Andarai was about to capture Akane Oba, Conan disregarded his own safety and rushed towards Andarai immediately.

Unlike the furious Andarai, Akane Oba's expression immediately brightened upon seeing the group.

"Help! Help! This guy is completely insane!"

Akane Oba's tearful scream pierced the air as she stumbled and crashed into the door, almost falling into the room.

Before Aragaki Yu could react, she had already quickly dodged behind him, throwing herself onto his back. Her fingertips turned white from the force, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, her cardigan was hanging crookedly on her shoulder, the neckline was torn, and her messy hair, wet with rain, clung to her cheeks, with a few stray hairs even getting tangled in her eyelashes.

The right shoe was missing at some point, and the bare feet, covered in mud, left wet marks with every step on the floor.

It was clear how disheveled she had been during that brief period.

"Young man...I'm scared..."

Akane Oba's voice trembled like beads from a broken string. Her arms tightened around Aragaki Yu's waist, her knuckles almost digging into his clothes. She was like a helpless vine clinging to his body, her warm breath seeping through the fabric onto Aragaki Yu's back.

The next second, the solid warmth emanating from the boy's slender body made her tremble violently. Her knees, which had been weak, involuntarily tightened, her legs under her skirt gently squeezed together, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the fabric at his waist, and her face suddenly turned rosy.