Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Finally, Kogoro Mouri stepped in to "solve the case".

".............So, the murderer is you, Mr. Ishida."

Pointing to a tall man, Kogoro Mouri said with absolute certainty.

After a moment of panic, the man being pointed at very frankly admitted his crime.

This is also something Conan doesn't quite understand.

Don't these criminals put up any resistance when they are pointed out?

In the end, it can only be attributed to utter despair.

There was nothing he could do; he had encountered far too many criminals like this.

They're basically all cut from the same mold.

Over time, people naturally become too lazy to explore the inner world of these criminals.

He, Shinichi Kudo, doesn't care about the thoughts of these criminals.

All he wanted to do was bring the criminals to justice.

Even the so-called pursuit of justice can be put on hold.

He didn't care much about upholding justice; he just wanted to solve the case.

Conan let out a long sigh as he watched the tall man being led into the police car.

Today is another day of successfully solving a case.

Conan Edogawa, one book is all I need.

"Hehe, the police in Chiba are really generous."

Holding an envelope in his hand, Kogoro Mouri wore a satisfied smile.

This money can not only cover the cost of this trip, but also cover the cost of drinks.

This envelope is a reward from the Chiba police to Kogoro Mouri, a kind citizen who helped the police solve the case.

Perhaps there's some deeper meaning, but Conan doesn't know.

He never used to ask for these things when solving cases.

After all, he is a second-generation rich kid, and his family is very wealthy.

My dad is a world-famous detective novelist, and my mom is a famous movie star.

His family's wealth was enough to support his arbitrary and reckless behavior.

But this guy just happened to focus all his interest on solving cases.

This is quite puzzling.

"Dad! Conan! You two are really something!"

Ran Mouri, standing angrily in the doorway with her hands on her hips, said...

You two are abandoning yourselves to solve cases? What were you thinking?!

It's one thing for Dad, but even Conan is like this.

Ran Mouri felt so tired.

Conan's appearance inexplicably reminded her of someone.

Shinichi Kudo, my childhood friend whom I can only communicate with over the phone now.

Ran Mouri is really worried that Conan will turn out like that in the future.

This is something she absolutely does not want to see.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, Xiaolan."

"Look, all the money we spent this time was reimbursed, and we still have a lot left over."

"Yes, Sister Ran, Uncle Mori is just doing it for work."

Looking at the two people smiling and apologizing to her, Ran Mouri felt a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it.

In the end, I could only sigh and forgive them both.

"You two are really something, you can't do that again."

"Okay, okay." *2

Hearing the two men's assurances, Ran Mouri felt even more exhausted.

They probably didn't listen, right?

They've made promises countless times, but they've never truly reflected on their actions.

My dad used to be alright, but lately I don't know why he's started to become particularly interested in solving cases.

Ran Mouri sighed again, but said nothing.

In the shadows, a camera was pointed directly at the three people at the restaurant entrance.

"No abnormalities found at the target."

In the monitoring room, a man in a government uniform wrote these words.

The file was then placed in a folder, numbered 124.

A closer look at these folders reveals that they all appear to be cases solved by Conan and Kogoro Mouri.

Although not all of them, the number is still quite large.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Nodding, the special forces soldier in black combat uniform reported the situation to Yato.

Yato, who was holding a wisp of black mist in his hand, replied to the message but then paid no more attention to it.

Looking at the wisp of mist in his hand, Yato's eyes were filled with ferocity.

Although he often jokes and complains that he has no prestige at all, is not like a god at all, and is too disgraceful to the gods.

But no matter what, it can't change his true nature.

The God of War, and the God of Calamity.

"Let me see what you're hiding."

On the other side, Luo Zhen was checking Aki Tomoya's activity trajectory during this period.

The above shows that Aki Tomoya spent most of the time before school started.

They rarely go out, let alone to strange places.

'Did some containment object fall directly into his house?'

'Or is it similar to the way radiation spreads a plague of light?'

Looking at the information on his phone, Luo Zhen pondered.

A lot of information can be gleaned from that photo.

For example, it seems that the enemy this time also possesses the power of dreams?

This can probably be inferred from the power of the dreams that were previously triggered and the photos sent by Joseph.

However, we still need to observe more.

Without immediately making a judgment, Luo Zhen maintained his usual cautious approach.

Although "overthinking" is not a compliment, that's how Luo Zhen always describes himself.

His self-evaluation was almost entirely devoid of positive words.

Chapter 747, Section 768: Think of a way to make Joseph the supervisor.

Holding the wisp of black mist in his hand, Yato's mind gradually delved deeper.

Like sinking little by little in a dark ocean, Yato felt as if his consciousness had arrived in a strange place.

Is this a dream?

Yato's image appeared in this world, but he slowly sank down in a lying position.

He wanted to move his body, but he couldn't at all; it was like being paralyzed by a ghost.

In reality, Yato's body entered a state similar to sleep.

As he descended, Yato seemed to 'see' many things.

A strange city, a broken church.

Scattered manuscripts and alchemical potions.

The style of these items is clearly not something that should be found in Japan.

It looks more like something from medieval Europe?

Yato didn't know either, since he had never been to that place.

I've only seen snippets of description about Central Europe in books.

As they continued to sink, Yato seemed to see more.

The bewildered humans seemed not to understand why they were there.

The monster, lurking in the shadows, gasped for breath, its foul-smelling saliva slowly dripping from its massive maw.

His eyes, glowing crimson, were filled with hunger and madness.

Clearly, they were eagerly craving these live prey.

Besides the bewildered people and monsters, Yato also saw many guys with fanatical expressions on their faces.

These guys knelt on the ground, seemingly murmuring prayers.

Yato didn't hear the prayers very clearly, but he figured they probably weren't from the Bible or anything like that.

Continuing downwards, Yato's spirit sank into the ground.

Beneath this, even more hidden darkness is revealed.

Incomprehensible murmurs followed, these meaningless whispers irritating Yato.

The violence within seemed to be awakened imperceptibly.

Yato felt a strong urge to tear everything apart.

At one point, Yato felt as if he had regained some control of his body.

His long eyelashes trembled, and Yato opened his eyes a crack.

The next moment, a crimson blood moon appeared in Yato's sight.

Within the blood moon, a gigantic 'monster' emerged.

It has a slender body, and several tails swing wildly behind it.

As if sensing Yato's gaze, the monster suddenly looked at Yato.

"————————"

An indescribable hissing sound rang out, and Yato felt as if his head was about to split open.

The next moment, Yato suddenly woke up with a start.

"Yato!"

Kanade, who had been by Yato's side the whole time, looked at Yato with some concern.

Just now, Yato looked like he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up until he was greatly frightened at a certain moment.

"I am fine."

Subconsciously grasping the wrist of the instrument, Yato tried to calm his violently heaving chest.

This feels really bad.

After calming down a bit, Yato covered his face and thought to himself.