He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

"What does it matter... I've made a lot of money from solving so many murder cases before, and I can't go out much these days... What's wrong with having a drink..."

As usual, she spouted the same lame-talking phrases, but this time Xiaolan seemed thoughtful.

Yes, once you go out, you'll encounter all sorts of strange murder cases and see all sorts of bizarrely shaped corpses...

No, I don't want that kind of thing!!!

"By the way, Xiaolan."

Just as Ran Mouri was about to leave the room, Kogoro Mouri called her back.

"Please bring me that blue file folder on the table..."

"Okay, Daddy!"

After taking the file bag from Ran, Kogoro Mouri dismissed his daughter, opened the bag, and pulled out a piece of paper.

"The Kojima family of three, the Yoshida family of three, and that brat from Osaka—they were all shot and killed..."

At some point, the drunkenness in Kogoro Mouri's eyes completely disappeared, and the sharp glint in his eyes was like a blade made of fine steel.

"However, no bullet casings or bullets were left at the scene, and the police report was vague..."

Kogoro Mouri muttered to himself, his voice trembling along with his heart.

"These people must exist because of something..."

"And those with some overlap..."

"Want to cooperate?"

"Alright."

Although Kogoro Mouri was the only person in the room from beginning to end, the sounds that echoed in the room were indeed the voices of two people.

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"Where has Mitsuhiko gone again...?"

Despite knowing she had children to take care of at home, Mrs. Tsuburaya simply couldn't take it anymore.

Only a few days after her husband's death, someone was already trying to take advantage of her.

"Mrs. Tsuburaya, you wouldn't want your child to live in poverty, would you?"

Unable to tolerate her boss's harassment, Mrs. Tsuburaya, feeling mentally exhausted, had no choice but to ask for leave early.

"Let's start preparing the meal..."

She took out a kitchen knife and began cutting the tofu—due to the rapidly deteriorating economic situation, Mrs. Tsuburaya didn't plan to cook any expensive vegetables—then she took out miso to prepare soup—

You played games, but we can forgive you.

"Wow! Who is it......."

The small Japanese kitchen knife was held in both hands, and the sudden sound terrified the widowed woman.

"Put down the knife, put down the knife!"

The small, white hand reached out once more, the gun barrel in its hand pointed at the terrified woman.

"Don't blame it on the —

——kids~”

Three days later, Azami Kurosaki's bones once again signaled the end of someone's life.

Chapter 147 Thirty Silver Coins

"So, the murderer is Hiroki Sawada, right?"

The low branches of the trees blocked the afternoon sun, and in front of Conan, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's anxious face was covered with beads of sweat.

This is an abandoned construction site, which is also one of the Junior Detective League's secret bases.

But now, only two of the four who used to play baseball and talk about Kamen Rider are left.

"That's right!"

Now that things have come to this, Conan is no longer keeping us in suspense.

"Don't let his age fool you; he's only a few years older than us. He's probably more ruthless when it comes to killing than any kidnapper we've ever encountered!"

The sight of the charred remains of Yuan Tai and his son, the headshots of Ayumi's family, and the gruesome corpse of Hattori Heiji sent chills down Conan's spine, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably with fear and rage.

and........

Although Japanese law does not have a particularly strict rule on the time limit for evidence collection, according to the Criminal Procedure Law and judicial practice, the evidence collection period should be at least seven days. But why is the evidence collection period compressed to a pitiful three days for a case involving such a wide range of people?

He touched his glasses—the temples of his glasses, which had a listening function, were gone. According to the police officer in charge of the scene investigation, no equipment that could be used for recording or video recording was found at the scene.

But Conan clearly remembers hiding the recording pen in his pocket, so why can't he find it?

Open your phone, and the headlines are all about celebrity gossip and scandals. Nobody online is discussing this incident, as if the disappearance of these seven lives happened on another planet, not in Japan.

It can influence the judiciary, alter the time limit for presenting evidence, and even manipulate public opinion...

The murderer was not only cruel and insidious, but also had extensive connections.

We can't let Mitsuhiko die again...

With this thought in mind, Conan looked straight at his last friend, a calm white light flashing on his glasses.

"Promise me, Mitsuhiko."

"Never go looking for the murderer."

Seemingly understanding but not quite, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya nodded.

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“There are plenty of souls.”

Hell Monkey Hotel, one of Azami Kurosaki's territories.

Watching the soul being hacked to pieces and stuffed into the mouths of the laughing monkeys, Kurosaki Azami sat in the armchair brought over by the statue's servants and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

To cut weeds, you must nip them in the bud, especially when it comes to a cruel and cold-blooded guy like Kurosaki Azami.

To prevent the world's will from using the souls of the "disciples" to cause trouble, he threw the souls of the seven dead men into the stinking stomachs of his subordinates, turning them into nourishment for evil.

That was Hattori Heiji's soul, and it was the last one left.

"You are so cruel..."

"Likewise, Your Majesty."

Kurosaki Azami glanced sideways at Lucifer, who was drooling over Ran Mouri's pure soul. He knew, of course, that Her Majesty the Queen was just making a sarcastic remark and wasn't really indignant about his behavior.

If it were Lucifer, she would have made the same choice, only the one who consumed the soul would be different. Neither the ruler of hell nor the emperor of evil has the right to stand on moral high ground and accuse the other of being cold-blooded.

"and you........."

"Not now. You can eat Ran Mouri's soul, but only after I've used it."

Compared to beautiful women, "paradise" is more of a source of interest for Kurosaki Azami.

"Alright alright."

This "rebellious son".........

Adhering to the idea of ​​"out of sight, out of mind," Lucifer, unable to eat the delicious food, puffed out his cheeks slightly and hummed as he moved the image of the crystal ball away from Ran Mouri and replaced it with Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who was leaving the secret base and on his way home.

“Here you are, your ‘Judas’.”

Lucifer pointed to the troubled little boy inside the crystal ball.

When will the thirty silver coins be paid?

According to Christian tradition, Jesus' disciple Judas betrayed Jesus to the Jewish leader Sheldon for thirty pieces of silver.

"Almost done, I've collected everything, all that's left is to transfer the money."

After causing poor Mr. Shinomiya Hiromitsu to lose money again and again, the system, which had been absent for a long time, finally produced a good item last week.

This is the "silver coin" that made "Judas" submit to Azami Kurosaki.

As for when to make payment?

As Hattori Heiji's last vestiges of soul were devoured by the monkeys amidst increasingly faint wails, the black-haired man stood up, walked to the window that would never let in sunlight, turned his head to look at Lucifer, who was still half-reclining in the chair, and smiled, his sharp canine teeth gleaming with a cold, blade-like light.

"Sometimes it only takes one bad day to ruin a person."

Alright, it's time to go back to Earth. Let's talk again next time.

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"Never gone, get away; never gone, get away~"

Never gone, break the chains.

I'm running out of options, and they know.

The songs sung while committing murder seemed to lack conviction, and the white-haired boy stopped after only a few lines.

"Two disciples actually ran away..."

Although the one who truly escaped was Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who escaped death by leaving home to find Conan, Hiroki Sawada also considered Mr. Tsuburaya, who was not killed by him but was hit by a drunk driver from who-knows-where, as a "fugitive."

Although the bone bullet had pierced Mrs. Tsuburaya's brain, a corpse was far from enough to satisfy the white-haired boy who had fallen into evil ways.

"First I was captured, then the mission failed. I really have no face to see Lord Ji..."

Hiroki Sawada felt a little irritated in his hotel room.

Kurosaki Azami didn't actually give Sawada Hiroki anything, just high-class food and lodging, his own blood, a full load of pistols, and an "acknowledgment." But the last one alone was enough to make the boy devoted to him.

Both parties are fully aware that they are merely tools of that person.

What will the owner do with a tool that isn't handy?

"In a few days, it will be the Mori family's house..."

Since Kogoro Mouri and Eri Kisaki are separated, Hiroki Sawada plans to deal with Kogoro, who is stronger in combat, first.

"No matter the cost, I absolutely, positively must not be abandoned by 'that person'..."