master transferred to spellcaster

Looming traces passed through the open floor-to-ceiling windows and broke at the window lattice.

Fujimaru Tachika walked over and stood with Ashiya Michimitsu, looking out.There are no signs of damage to the outer walls, nor traces of aided climbing.Looking all the way down, the bright lights illuminated the deck all night, and it seemed that there were no foreign objects.

"Did you see anything just now?"

Ashiya Michiken shook his head, and focused his gaze on the turbulent dark sea, "When the poor monk arrived, the prisoner had already escaped."

"It doesn't look like a peaceful night tonight."

Fujimaru Tachika followed his gaze to look over, but the night was too dark, the sea and the sky melted into the same dark color, and he couldn't see clearly what kind of undercurrents were hidden in the dark color because he was in the bright place.

The spell power around seemed to be a little stronger than usual.

After closing the eyes and losing the sense of sight, the perception of mantra became more acute.

Still can't tell the source, the surrounding mana is increasing evenly, and the center of the strongest mana is the cruise ship standing under his feet.

But the mood swings of the people in the banquet hall just now have produced a high concentration of mana, and now he can't tell whether there are other abnormal points in it.

"I can't find it... does limbo feel something?"

The body of a servant is inherently more sensitive than that of a human being. Ashiya Michiman also contains the spirit base of the evil god in his body, and his perception of malicious power can be said to be top-notch.

And... To be precise, the power that surrounds him is not entirely mana power, even mana power only accounts for a very small part, and mana power is its main tone.

My master is not very proficient in magic and is not sensitive to magic. It is not surprising that he cannot perceive the truth at this time.

And he could clearly feel the power with deep malice surging beneath the surface of the sea, and getting closer.

"They" are looking for, "they" are testing, testing whether there is something that "they" need on this creature made of steel.

This smell doesn't look like an oriental creature... a fantasy species from abroad?

It's a bit troublesome to be surrounded like this.His current strength is not enough for him to easily take the master away from the ocean away from the land.

"There is an ominous atmosphere in the sea, Master should let those people prepare as soon as possible."

Fujimaru Tachika cast a surprised look at him, and unexpectedly rubbed the top of her black and white hair. The bell tied on her hair was shaken and jingled, "Today the sun came out from the west, and you actually Stop fooling me?"

"Then let's go, Wujo-sensei should have found Conan-kun, and I have to go back and tell him."

Ashiya Domitsu was hugged by him, frowning and arranging his tousled hair, noncommittal to Fujimaru Tatsuka's actions.What he said was to increase his combat power.

Fujimaru Tatsuka looked interesting, the other party obviously cared so much about the clean appearance, but he never dodged his "surprise attack" every time, and only tidied up silently afterward - that's what made him enjoy it.

When the mind is divided, the heaviness that was originally in the heart is relieved a little.

I don't know what's going on with Mr. Wujo.

Wujo Satoru's investigation progress is not very good.

In the past 28 years, he has been basically equal to the positioning of a humanoid self-propelled nuclear bomb. Who would ask a nuclear bomb to think?

Sorting out the course of the incident, sorting out the clues, finding the real culprit, including the after-the-fact report, etc., will be done by someone. He only needs to go to the designated place and kill the enemy.

Once you post a problem that He can't solve, then post it again.

If you can't solve it anymore, go to the carp.

Facing the high-level people who make him uncomfortable, he can resist not killing the high-level people directly, but thinking of a way to train students to replace them slowly is his best effort.

It is absolutely impossible for him to be patient and argue with all kinds of people, to win over various forces, to divide the high-level internally, and to defeat them one by one to engage in political struggles.

Similarly, the detective work, which requires searching every corner, collecting fragments of clues bit by bit, pieced together the whole picture of the incident from the clues, and uncovered the perpetrator was not suitable for him.

After trying for 1 minute, Gojo Satoru resolutely gave up, and fell down on the leather sofa beside him without any adult image, listening to Edogawa Conan list the existing clues one by one.

Anyway, he came up with Fujimaru Tachika at the beginning to find this kid, not to solve the case.

And what this kid said was quite interesting.

Edogawa Conan is also rare to see such an adult who does not treat himself like a child, but listens to his reasoning so seriously.

Finally, he no longer needs to use his identity to win others' trust, but can use his own identity to reason. In a moment of excitement, he couldn't help but say more, and when it was over, he still had something to say.

"At present, I suspect that the murderer took away his head after killing Mr. Adams, and disguised the scene, trying to blame the accident on the unknown creature raised by Mr. Adams. What do you think of Brother Wutiao?"

The ocean remains largely mysterious to humans, to the point where someone can be horrified just by gazing at pictures of the surface.

The criminal who forged such a crime scene should want to divert people's attention to the killing of strange creatures in the ocean, so that he can escape punishment.

After all, there are also sea monsters in the slogan of this cruise, so it is easy to think of sea monsters killing Mr. Adams along the route.

This guess is reasonable, but Edogawa Conan does not know Leighton Adams' social circle, and now he has no clue about the identity of the prisoner.

But that's okay.Reasoning is like a jigsaw puzzle. He already has a general framework, and then he just needs to slowly collect the jigsaw pieces and fill them in.

"Not bad, little brother Conan." Gojo Satoru applauded the ground very appreciatively, "But I don't think the murderer is necessarily a human being, let's guess boldly."

The magic power left on the scene is very weak, so weak that it can barely reach the edge of the fourth-level spell spirit, and it is basically concentrated on the glass container, Leighton Adams and the trace.But the fourth-level spell spirit obviously doesn't have the ability to cause the death like Layton Adams...

Thinking of the traces on Leighton Adams that Edogawa Conan said, a familiar image appeared in Gojo Satoru's mind that he couldn't be more familiar with.

"I really don't want my guess to come true at a time like this." Gojo Satoru pressed his temples, slightly distressed.

It would be fine if there were only a few fish that slipped through the net... This is impossible. According to the growth rate he saw before, there might be more of those things now than before he was seriously injured.

It is better to take the initiative to attack, delaying time will only increase the difficulty of processing.

Gojo Satoru's answer sounds like a complete outsider's wild guess to Edogawa Conan, and it seems that he has read too many fantasy detective works.How can there be so many monsters killing people in reality? 99.9% of the cases are people killing people.

However, the other party's expression didn't look like he didn't know anything, but he didn't tell him anything.

It is probably useless to pretend to be a child now, how can we pry the information from the other party's mouth.

While Edogawa Conan was meditating, a team wearing black armed equipment, holding shields and carrying guns suddenly opened the half-closed door, and the four muzzles of the upper and lower guns aimed at the two of them.

"Don't move! Put down your weapons and raise your hands!"

The other party must have misunderstood, that is, anyone who saw the stranger who appeared at the scene of the murder would have misunderstood.

The most urgent task is to show that you are harmless, let the situation stabilize and then resolve the misunderstanding.

Edogawa Conan raised his hands very cooperatively, trying to make the expression on his face look dazed and innocent, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the white-haired man sitting on the sofa, only turning his face to the armed personnel, and smiling beckoning.

"You came too late. Also, I think it's better for you to put down your guns now."

The arrogance of these words was suspicious, and the guns pointed at Gojo Satoru suddenly became three, and only one was still pointed at Edogawa Conan.

Is this man an idiot!What if the other party really shoots! ?

Edogawa Conan didn't know how many people flew over with his eyes, but he didn't see the other party's intention to change his attitude.

Peng——

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, an armed person took the lead in pulling the trigger.

Damn, is there anything here that can block it!

Looking at Gojo Satoru who was still sitting there motionless, Edogawa Conan didn't care about the possibility of attracting attacks if he moved casually, and rushed forward to push the opponent aside.

But he was just an ordinary elementary school student who didn't have time to turn on the switch on the shoe, and it was impossible for him to catch up with the speed of the bullet.

Seeing that the bullet was only a few centimeters away from Gojo Satoru's right shoulder, the bloody scene he imagined did not appear.

Gojo Satoru picked up a small black object from his lap and threw it on the ground casually, "Don't litter."

The small black object rolled twice on the ground, and finally stopped in the middle of the two sides, reflecting the cold light of metal—it was a bullet.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Through the glasses, Edogawa Conan clearly saw that the bullet stopped suddenly when it was less than a hair away from Gojo Satoru's body, and then rolled all the way to Gojo Satoru's legs in accordance with gravity, as if it was A harmless black pine nut.

how can that be? ?

And so it happened.

Edogawa Conan had just been picked up by Gojo Satoru, and he knew best that there would be no room for bulletproof vests under his thin shirt, not to mention that the actual use effect of bulletproof vests was not like this at all.

If he was a Westerner, he might have believed that the other party had practiced the legendary Chinese Kung Fu "Golden Bell Jar" at this time--that's probably what the big, open-mouthed Western guy in the armed forces thinks now.

However he is Japanese.

They are all Asians, who doesn't know who!

Maybe there is such a kung fu, but there is absolutely no such evil one—is there really?

Edogawa Conan fell into complete confusion.

Gojo Satoru only found it troublesome. Now he was anxious to find Fujimaru Tatsuka and investigate the situation outside, and he really didn't want to deal with these people.

Alright, so should we hold everyone in place and walk out swaggeringly, or take our little brother and fly down through the window.

Before Gojo Satoru could implement his idea, an old voice stopped the armed men's movements.

"Everyone stop." David appeared behind the crowd, and after seeing Gojo Satoru's face clearly, he let the armed men get out of the way and walked over, "You're startled, Mr. Gojo."

These words... He felt that the only person present who was not surprised was probably Gojo Satoru.

Edogawa Conan glanced at the white-haired man beside him who had not changed his posture.

Gojo Satoru looked at the white-haired old man who seemed to have a high status in front of him, but he couldn't find the other person's name after searching in his mind.

Fortunately, the other party didn't care that he didn't say hello, and continued with a serious expression, "Since Mr. Wutiao is here, does it mean that what your student said is true?"

"Ah, well, there is indeed something odd here. Where is he now, I'm going to speak to him directly."

Gojo Satoru is the most powerful person in Japan. Although there are not many exchanges between mysterious ability users from various countries, his name is still one of the most popular among the upper classes of various countries, and he is also the person from the mysterious world invited this time. The only top-level powerhouse in the world.

David didn't know much about the mysterious world, but he might need to use the other party next, so he agreed to the other party's request without thinking for a long time.

The black-haired boy was let go, and walked in from behind the door, without any vain greetings, "Teacher Wu Tiao, you can feel it too."

"There is something in the sea."