Conan Rick's Investigator

Just now, I was focused on opening the cell door and looking for my father. Plus, I usually wear this outfit quite a few times, so I didn't care.

Kuroba Kaito lowered his head and looked himself up and down. White top hat, white suit, white cape… but missing the retractable glider and monocle.

What was going on? Kuroba Kaito was wondering when he suddenly heard soft sobs. "Wu, wu, wu..." The sobs were vague at first, and in this huge room, they couldn't even make out the direction.

But soon, the voice became incredibly real, as if its owner was right before his eyes. Kuroba Kaito quickly looked around and was shocked to find a little girl in coarse linen standing about twenty meters away.

The girl with her head lowered kept wiping her hands in front of her eyes. Her back was slightly arched, like a machine specially designed to produce sobs.

Woo, woo, woo... Seeing that there were other people here, Kuroba Kaito was shocked and suddenly felt a lot of familiarity.

Out of the habit of human beings to get together in unknown environments, or the purpose of inquiring about information here, Kuroba Kaito's subconscious behavior was to shout in the direction of the girl.

"Hey!" This voice seemed to frighten the girl. She just looked up at Kuroba Kaito blankly, then ran away.

"Hey!"

"Don't run! I'm not a bad person!" Kuroba Kaito added, but it didn't work, the girl seemed to run even faster.

He had no choice but to lean forward and quickly chase after the girl. However, although the girl looked short, she ran very fast.

In addition, the light in this room is a bit too bright. As long as you look into the distance, you will feel that your eyes are completely white.

If I stay here for a long time, I'm afraid I'll go blind... As Kuroba Kaito ran, he pressed down the top hat on his head hard to create some rare darkness with the brim.

"Hey!"

"Stop!" Kuroba Kaito shouted from behind, but the little girl seemed to have entered a rampage mode and didn't listen at all, not even turning her head.

As a last resort, he could only run with all his strength, even risking his body to hit the little girl because he couldn't stop in time.

The distance between the two parties got closer and closer, until Kuroba Kaito's forward palm grasped the little girl's shoulder, causing her to stop.

"Huff, huff..." The little girl finally stopped, and Kuroba Kaito himself began to catch his breath. It wasn't that his physical fitness was bad, but he wasn't very good at this kind of continuous movement.

But on the other hand, the little girl was looking at him blankly, as if questioning why this big brother was so weak?

"W-why are you running?"

"Brother, I'm really not a bad person..." Kuroba Kaito asked while holding the little girl's shoulder with one hand to prevent her from running away again.

"Now I ask you, where is this place?" Originally, Kuroba Kaito wanted to perform a magic trick to first make the child relax his vigilance and then get some information from him.

But now he had no magic props, and he could only ask directly. The little girl had yellowish skin and freckles on her face. Her small face was not delicate, and her appearance was average.

After reacting for a second, she replied with a dull expression: "It's the master's castle..."

"Castle?" Kuroba Kaito looked around. This place looked much bigger than a castle. This room alone was enough to accommodate a castle.

"Is this Kadath?" he asked again. The little girl hesitated for two seconds and nodded. Kuroba Kaito wasn't surprised; he had already figured this out in the dungeon.

"Then who is the 'master' you are talking about? Is it the gods of dreams?" This time the little girl nodded quickly without hesitation.

"Then what are you doing here? Are there other humans here?" Faced with this question, the little girl hesitated.

Seeing this, Kuroba Kaito quickly showed a warm smile of a sunny big brother and comforted him: "It's okay, actually, big brother, I'm just like you. I just came here today, so I'm not very familiar with it yet..." Although he was not sure about the operating mechanism here, Kuroba Kaito still decided to tell a little lie.

After all, the other party is a child, a woman, and he is so handsome, so he can always fool him.

Sure enough, the little girl hesitated for a moment and then answered.

"We are slaves serving our masters..." "They?" Does that mean there are other people here? Maybe one of them is his father, Kuroba Toichi!

Thinking of this, Kuroba Kaito's eyes immediately became very serious, and he put his hands on the girl's shoulders.

"Then do you know a man named 'Hei Yu Daoyi'?" The girl looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded slightly.

This slight movement caused Kuroba Kaito's heartbeat to suddenly speed up by 0.5 times. Father... is still alive!

already

His father, who had been "dead" for eight years, was still alive! This overwhelming joy made Kuroba Kaito forget about controlling his facial expressions.

The corners of his mouth were raised with joy, almost cheering. But he quickly regained his senses and quickly grabbed the little girl's shoulders.

"quick!"

"Take me there quickly! To find Kuroba Toichi!" After staring at Kuroba Kaito for a second, the little girl turned and ran towards a corner of the huge room.

Seeing this, Kuroba Kaito hurried to catch up. ...Kardas, outside the city of Onyx. Qin Zhibo was running on a large, pale battlement.

Although his legs maintained the fastest non-explosive speed, the road ahead still did not decrease significantly.

The visual inspection that once only took half a day to reach the top may now seem like a luxury.

Fortunately, the city was completely silent, with no guards or doors to obstruct passage.

Aside from some of the city's somewhat inhumanely designed paths, the area was fairly well connected. As I was running, a horn suddenly blared from far away without warning.

Qin Zhibo stopped immediately, trying to determine the direction of the sound. The next second, he looked up at the tower at the end of the battlements.

The sound of the trumpet came from the top of the tower, which almost reached the clouds, so the sound sounded very ethereal.

First there was a long-lasting trumpet sound, followed by three loud gongs that penetrated the heaven and earth.

Qin Zhibo was forced to cover his ears by the deafening sound. After a while, a new sound came from the top of the tower.

This is a horn solo full of rhythm and rhythm, and the intoxicating sound seems to reveal all the miracles and beauty in the world.

Every note in the air was filled with a passionate, yet slightly strange, exotic atmosphere. Amidst this sound, Qin Zhibo's eyes gradually blurred, and the hands covering his ears slowly loosened.

Fortunately, at the moment when he was about to let go completely, his brain instantly regained its rationality, and he quickly covered his ears even harder, which made his brain clear again.

He stared at the top of the tower, not understanding what was happening. Had he been discovered by the dream gods in Kadath?

Only gods can explain this strange power... He turned his head and looked around, trying to find a place to hide, but the battlements were so clean that not even a cockroach could hide.

At this moment, the thin clouds and mist at the top of the tower suddenly began to change strangely, like huge steps descending from the sky.

The mist-like staircase exuded a colorful aura as it spread downwards. At the top of the staircase, a pair of black men with colorful silk wrapped around their waists emerged from an indistinct area.

These black men were tall and burly, with muscles on their chests like knives and axes, and their heads were tied with shiny metal by leather straps.

They held a golden aromatherapy stove in one hand and a crystal cane in the other hand. From the mouth of the stove, streams of smoke with a purple luster filled the air.

These people are... Qin Zhibo narrowed his eyes and saw the inconspicuous golden shackles on the feet of these black people.

Could they be slaves? These black slaves filed out from the top of the indistinct tower, forming two columns and marching in solemn and uniform steps along the steps formed by the clouds.

The bottom of the stairs was less than 10 meters away from Qin Zhibo. Qin Zhibo wanted to escape before they came down, but it was too late.

A fragrant smell filled the air at some point, making his body unable to move, and he could only wait calmly for his next fate.

The slaves walked slowly and quickly to the bottom of the stairs. They were less than 10 meters away from Qin Zhibo, who was still unable to move.

However, they did not continue to move forward, but stopped at the right time. With the sound of a trumpet, hundreds of black slaves turned their heads towards the center at the same time, forming two welcoming columns.

But Qin Zhibo knew they weren't there to line the streets to welcome him. He saw a tall, thin figure walking down with a solemn gait.

The figure had a handsome face like that of an ancient pharaoh when he was young. He was wearing a colorful robe and a double crown of natural glittering gold.

That proud and elegant demeanor and black face seemed to possess the magical power that only fallen angels or dark gods possessed.

He stood opposite Qin Zhibo, but around his eyes there were sparks of weariness shining with unpredictable humor.

Even when he spoke, his voice was like the soft music played by the waters of the River of Forgetfulness, with ripples in the mellow tone.

"Qin, you have overcome many obstacles to come here, hoping to meet the gods of dreams."

"But mortals are prohibited from meeting them. This is a rule set by the demon king who lives deep in the ultimate void and whose name no one dares to reveal, and the alien gods who are entrenched around him."

"Even if you have overcome everything in the Earth's Dream and are burning with curiosity to seek knowledge, you will still be excluded from the palace of the Dream Gods in order to abide by the rules."

"Unless you can personally go before the Ultimate Void and convince Him to change this rule."

"Now, I will prepare a Shantak bird for you. It will carry you across the vast stars and reach the ultimate void where no one knows where."

"In front of the throne, you will once again transform into a talking bird and speak as much as you want..." The tall man in the robe waved his hand, and Qin Zhibo felt his body float.

It was as if his body was no longer under his control, and he actually sat on a Shantak bird that appeared from nowhere.

Once again, he sat on this ugly horse-headed giant bird, but the difference was that this time Qin Zhibo could not move his body and could only maintain the riding posture.

Even his mouth looked like it had been sewn shut with needles, and he couldn't utter a single word. Oh my god! I'm going to be sent away!

Qin Zhibo's eyes widened and he watched helplessly as he was lifted up by the Shantak bird and rushed straight into the sky above Kadasi.

The sky was like a false curtain, with a huge hole torn open by the bat wings of the Shantak bird.

At this moment, Qin Zhibo saw the inside of the curtain. The starry sky in the universe was emitting an icy blue glow.

The stars danced as if in mockery, changing their alignment from time to time, as if they were combining into some pale portent of destruction.

He also saw that the universe filled with ether was like a stormy sea, roaring and stretching out amorphous tentacles.

And there were giggling laughter and shrill screams, like the sounds of a mental patient lingering in my ears. Amidst the dancing stars and the deepest surface of the roaring ether, there was a palace filled with the ultimate darkness outside the universe.

Invisible flutists and drummers played in disorder around the palace. And in the center of the palace, the one named

The Demon King of "Ultimate Chaos" is sitting on the throne.

Chapter 1258 It’s all **’s conspiracy!

The so-called "ultimate chaos" is an existence that no language can describe its appearance.

It was an infinite illusion that changed like a kaleidoscope, or an unfathomable dark abyss, or a black sun rotating...

And around the throne of chaos were dancers with no fixed shape.

They are mindless and undisciplined, yet they never stop dancing a blasphemous dance.

And there are those crazy musicians, holding the abominable instruments with their nameless claws and beating the drum.

A crazy and sharp flute sound constantly filtered out from the shimmering curtain of color, infinitely floating towards the palace, towards the great existence that resides on the throne of chaos...

Qin Zhibo's eyes widened, looking at everything in front of him.

At this moment, he still couldn't control his body, as if he was under a confinement spell, and all activities were prohibited.

His senses were firmly fixed on the Chaos Royal Court.

His lips were slightly parted, looking calm, but his expression was completely frozen.

What is that on the great throne?

What is that ultimate abyss?

What are the amorphous dancers and musicians?

And where will he be taken now?

At the same time, the evil Shantak bird carrying Qin Zhibo seemed to have fallen into madness, with a pair of narrow membrane wings shaking violently in the ether.

However, it still unswervingly carried out its master's instructions and rushed forward on the road of destruction.

Waiting at the end of that road of destruction is the indescribable destruction at the core of chaos.

At this moment, the sea surface formed by the etheric universe seemed to suddenly stir up a wave.

Qin Zhibo's body posture and even his face remained motionless, and only his eyes could glance sideways.

Above the rolling waves he saw several dolphins carrying a huge jagged shell.

In the shimmering shell, a white-haired old man is standing.

He held the trident in his withered right hand and held the rope in his left hand as he cut through the waves in the tumbling ether ocean.

Despite this, He is getting closer and closer to the Throne of Chaos.

Qin Zhibo's eyes flickered slightly, and the tongue in his mouth moved, but he couldn't make any sound.

So you too?

In his opinion, the poor old man was forced to embark on this path of destruction just like himself.

The only difference is that his mount is an ugly horse-headed bird.

The old man's mount is a dolphin that symbolizes beauty.

If allowed, he would like to turn his body completely around and have a good talk with the old man.

Although this can't change the final outcome of the two, it can shift the focus.

He no longer cares about the value of will.