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

Goodbye, my friends... and my friendship...

puff.

pain!

In the barely perceptible, slight sound of wind breaking, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who was already unable to maintain his Stand ability, knelt on the ground as he fired the next bullet.

I feel so dizzy and nauseous... It's so uncomfortable...

Back when the Detective Boys were still around, I'd seen Conan use it to defeat criminals; I never imagined I'd experience it myself...

Driven by hatred, his gradually weakening finger pulled the trigger, and the last bullet flew toward Conan's head.

However, this bullet was destined to miss its target.

Unlike Kurosaki Azami's bone bullets, these ordinary brass bullets are very prone to ricocheting.

The bullet flew past Conan's back, who was staggering due to his foot injury. To his astonishment, it grazed a telephone pole and deviated slightly from its trajectory, hitting the soccer ball that Conan was preparing.

This is the latest soccer ball that Professor Agasa prepared for Azami Kurosaki before he fell into Azami's clutches.

The sphere's surface is covered with a double layer of highly elastic fabric, with a non-Newtonian fluid interlayer between the fabric layers.

Any blunt force impact would only result in a deflection, and unfortunately, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's bullets had no pointed tip.

In the blink of an eye, the bullet that had been deflected veered off course several times in the alley.

It brushed against the chair, against the moss-covered wall, and across Kurosaki Azami's wind shield...

boom.

Finally, it flew into the top of Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's head, who was lying on the ground, sleeping peacefully.

As his brain matter splattered out, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya seemed to be having a dream.

Inside the room, he chatted with his friends from the Junior Detective League about Kamen Rider, while his father drank tea outside and his mother brought in delicious snacks as usual.

boom.

The window was shattered by a flying soccer ball, and everyone except himself disappeared.

Then, he himself disappeared.

The boy, sleeping peacefully with no time to even change his expression, had a bloody hole between his eyebrows, like a bright red cherry.

Behind his head was brain matter mixed with fresh blood, like pink cherry blossoms in early spring.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya——

—Death confirmed.

Chapter 163 Sacrificing Jesus (Part 4) The Royal Feast (3000)

"Misuhiko..."

Conan's heart clenched as he watched Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who had been shot in the head by his own bullet but whose smile remained even in death.

It shouldn't be like this...

My original intention was simply to anesthetize Mitsuhiko, hand him over to the police, and then uncover and bring to justice the villains behind him to avenge my friends, Uncle Mori, and Aunt Kisaki. I never intended to take his life...

On the wall of the dimly lit alley, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's brains were splattered, like flowers offered in remembrance, their whiteness glaringly obvious.

Mitsuhiko……..

His internal organs felt as if they were being squeezed by a giant hand, and the pain of losing his last friend left Conan's mind blank.

So much so that he didn't notice the magic bullet shot from behind his head.

"Whoosh-"

With a whooshing sound, the purplish-black missile flew straight toward the boy's head.

Wolf Valley forges demon bullets, and the demon bullets devour demon wolves.

The devil's forged bullets, like a lone wolf, silently, calmly, and cruelly pursue their target until they bite off the prey's throat before striking it.

Just like in the German opera "Der Freischütz," this cursed bullet was determined to bite off the boy's head and drink his blood.

However, it was destined to be in vain.

A faint golden light began to emanate from Conan's body, invisible to Ran Mouri, the "Magic Bullet Shooter," and even to himself.

Except for one person.

"I want it so bad..."

Kurosaki Azami's eyes were filled with possessiveness, and her insatiable greed almost burst through the wind shield, turning into a tangible flow.

"Upon closer inspection, the glowing areas should be the [skull] and [spine], right? It really is the [Saint's Remains]..."

Unlike the JOJO world where the body is divided into nine pieces, this world only has six pieces, which are equally distributed among the three heroes.

"Wisdom, strength, and power are the three things that mankind desires most, the three qualities that a saint possesses, and the three major symbols of the saint's remains."

Recalling Beelzebub's disdainful explanation to him in the Crimson Hall that day, Kurosaki Azami looked thoughtfully at Conan, who had dodged the magic bullet.

"The head and spine are both parts of the body related to the nervous system, which means this kid is a brave warrior who symbolizes wisdom?"

And both of those areas are vital organs... No wonder this kid was so hard to kill.

Unlike the JOJO world, there is no "Heaven" in this world. Even if the [Saint's Remains] is the real body of Jesus, it cannot have such strong mythological blessing. Moreover, Kurosaki Azami was not unprepared.

Why go through all that trouble with the "Twelve Apostles" and "Pilate" drama?

All of this was done to recreate the scene of "Jesus' death" in the original world.

According to legend, Jesus died to atone for the sins of all mankind, and died after bearing all the sins of the world.

So here's the question—does the atonement of sins include the sins of the disciples?

Of course it includes.

Conan, as an apostle of fate, can barely be considered a match for the Son of God. Kurosaki Azami's purge of the "Twelve Disciples" was precisely to transfer the disciples' sins onto Conan, thereby corrupting the [Saint's Remains] and weakening its protection!

"Although it was troublesome, it was worth it to save twelve lives."

Compared to the golden light observed by the intelligence department on the day the hero was blessed, the golden light on Conan's body is now much dimmer.

The saint's remains now have negligible effect on him—at least relatively speaking.

"His head and spine are no longer vital areas for Conan; any attack targeting these areas will be deflected or neutralized." This is his only protection.

"Go, Ran Mouri—"

He shifted his gaze from Conan to Ran Mouri, then instantly looked back; there was no trace of cruelty in Azami Kurosaki's eyes.

"The [Magic Bullet] will become a mercy, for both of you."

——————————————————The Crimson King——————————————————

"No! There's more than one assassin..."

After hearing the gunshot and seeing the bullet hole in the wall, Conan quickly regained his senses.

I initially thought the bullets that hit my feet were from Mitsuhiko, but it seems they weren't...

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's pistol has eight bullets. He clearly dodged five of them, and one shot hit him. So whose were the remaining two bullets?

There were seven bullet holes in the wall, and he had been shot ten times...

It's almost impossible to snipe from a distance in such a narrow alley; the other party must have used stealth magic to assassinate him at close range.

The most urgent thing now is to escape...

"Expandable back... Ah!"

boom.

Another magic bullet flew in, and Conan, who had already lost the ability to walk, was caught off guard. His left hand was shot, and the white metacarpal bone in the wound was clearly visible.

What made him even more desperate was that the retractable strap, which had not been maintained by Professor Agasa for a long time, broke.

"As long as... as long as we can get to that place..."

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his hands and feet, he desperately squeezed out his last bit of strength, just to crawl forward like a worm.

As night fell, the despair that the Black Cross Street left in Conan's heart was just like the long, starless night.

Snapped.

Even though there was nothing in his field of vision, in Conan's trembling eyes, his only movable right hand was pressed firmly to the ground, as if it had been stepped on by something.

boom.

The moment his right hand was released, Conan began to twist and turn desperately, trying to escape, but the ensuing magic bullets severed his escape route along with his right hand.

Then, seemingly to vent his anger, a bullet struck him hard in the back, forcing him back into a prone position as he tried to get up.

"Why...why!"

Due to the effect of the Wind Flow Technique, Ran Mouri's resentful voice was significantly distorted.

However, these words also came out of Conan's mouth at the same time, causing Ran Mouri's pupils to dilate for a moment.

Why did you take away my friends, my family...?

Ran Mouri's words echoed in Conan's weak voice.

"Wasn't killing Yuan Tai and the others enough? They also have to kill Uncle and the others..."

What's going on? Isn't Conan the culprit?

Wait, something's about to come out of my head...

At this moment, Ran Mouri was very close to Conan. A twist of fate resonated with Conan's remains, causing the disc that Zero Kurogumi had inserted into Ran's brain to gradually eject—

"【Magic Shooter】, fire!"

Ignoring the impending disappearance of the "Magic Bullet Shooter," Kurosaki Azami issued a cruel order to his Stand, who would never have another chance to appear.

And in Ran Mouri's memories shrouded in lies, the fog of the devil gradually dissipates.

"Shinichi! You're innocent! You're innocent, aren't you—"

boom.