69novels Chapter 445…What’s it called?
Chapter 445…What’s it called?
"Yes, my Lord said you would use it."
The ghost said nothing.
With some clumsy technique, she tied her hair into a low ponytail at the back of her neck.
The sound of a police car was heard in the distance.
The magician gathered his cloak and said casually:
"I'm leaving now. If there's no result in four days, I hope you can voluntarily donate your heart by then."
Even if it was fake, he didn't want to do it.
The substitute robot that has followed the other party through countless worlds naturally understands what the other party wants to do.
But he had no objections.
He just nodded slightly to the other party:
"it is good."
Absolute obedience.
The ghost looked at Yun Xianhe deeply, then turned and left.
"As his magician, I'm giving you a piece of advice. Don't show that mentality to anyone. A brave man will never submit to anyone."
Even if you are fake.
The substitute robot, who was mainly responsible for listening to advice, responded and watched the other person's figure disappear around the corner of the street.
On the other side, Conan and Hattori, who had been waiting for a long time, saw the other party leave, and hurriedly went to Yun Xianhe.
The young detective first looked his friend up and down.
After making sure that the ghost hadn't done anything to the other party, he let out a long sigh.
"fine……"
"Who is that guy? Even though he saved Kazuha and me, he seems dangerous."
Hattori next to him rubbed his chin and squinted his eyes at the street corner in the distance.
Yun Xianhe smiled and sighed slightly:
“My friend.”
"Really? So, what does he do?"
Hearing this, Yun Xianhe smiled and did not answer.
·
After leaving Yun Xianhe, the ghost spent some time touring the city thoroughly.
The air is mixed and contains very low levels of spiritual energy.
The secret scenes of ancient times are indeed contrary to nature in every way.
It's really a strange place.
Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was across the street, stared blankly at the person standing under the tree.
The afternoon sun shone on the other's light blue cloak, as if illuminating a piece of lost sky.
The young man's thin figure looked as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
Her light-colored lips were slightly curled, showing that she was in a good mood.
Further up, there are eyes covered by white gauze.
……ghost?
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the figure hesitantly, and for a moment he wondered if he was hallucinating.
"Xiao Guang? Guang? Guang!"
Zhu Fu Jingguang was startled by the sudden loud voice in his ear.
He blinked several times, then turned to look at Hagiwara Kenji blankly:
"Hmm? What's wrong Hagi?"
Hagiwara Kenji, who was standing by, looked at the man who had just come back to his senses, frowned slightly, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
"That's why I want to ask you what's wrong with you. What did you see? Why are you so obsessed with it?"
"Ah, it just seems like... eh?"
When I looked over again, that dreamlike figure was no longer there.
Looking at the empty tree, Zhu Fu Jingguang was still a little dazed.
He looked around subconsciously.
However, there was no blue color on the busy streets, which should have been very eye-catching.
After searching for several times and confirming that the person was missing, Zhu Fu Jingguang paused.
He recalled the "Bai Yue Changsheng" he met in the Holiday Bookstore a long time ago.
If the locked shop had not been there, he would have thought that what he saw was an illusion.
So, what about the one just now?
...Does Xianhe know that there are two people in this city who look very similar to the ones in his memory?
Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was traveling with the gods, suddenly sighed, frowned and smiled in confusion:
"Just now, I thought I might have seen a ghost."
"Ghost?? See it in the daytime?!"
Knowing that Hagiwara Kenji had misunderstood his meaning, Morobushi Keimitsu smiled helplessly:
"No, just now..."
at the same time.
The magician hiding in a tree far away was quietly observing Zhu Fu Jingguang.
He looked at the strong aura unique to Yun Xianhe emanating from the other person and raised his hand to rub his chin.
"really weird…"
Even if Yunyun had been to this secret realm, how could she have left such a strong aura behind?
Could it be that this secret realm is a compressed space relative to time?
That's really hard...
The man squatting on the tree branch sighed and grabbed two handfuls of hair:
"Is there really no center of the formation in this secret realm?"
The ghost didn't quite believe it.
He watched Zhu Fu Jingguang say goodbye to the other person and turn away, and followed him without any hesitation.
The magician's movements were agile and his figure was like a ghost.
Just like his name, he is like a ghost.
After walking for a while,
The magician, half squatting on the roof, looked at the people who had already returned home, raised his hand and rubbed his chin lightly.
"Hmm - this house... should be where Yunyun lived, right?"
This secret place is really strange.
The ghost walked around the house and explored it, then turned around and left without hesitation.
There were a lot of things set up on the house, and he didn't want to be shot to pieces after rushing in.
·
The setting sun casts a brilliant glow on the grass.
The campsite was flooded by the rain yesterday.
Standing in front of the newly found, relatively dry campsite, the ghost threw the tent on the ground and stretched.
"Carpe diem, carpe diem."
He set up the tent with ease.
As Ghost set up the portable stove, he wondered whether he should have one steak or two each for the evening.
Would you like it with rice or steamed buns?
If that's the case, then we should talk about a combination of meat and vegetables.
Do you want to cook another dish?
The weather is a bit humid due to the rain, so I'll make a bowl of hot soup for my husband.
Uncle Shitou drank yesterday, so he can’t give it to you today.
That Cotton guy must want two pieces of meat.
Bake another cake for the sun, eggs, milk...
The hand movement paused.
The man who took out a bunch of ingredients stood in front of the stove in a daze for a while.
After a while, the ghost raised his hand to his forehead and smiled helplessly:
"Really... Sigh - I'm eating alone tonight, why do I have to do so much."
As he spoke, the ghost took back most of the ingredients he had taken out and only made three dishes.
far away,
Osaka Chocolate and the young detective, who had just finished taking a statement and came out of the police station, couldn't help but take a closer look when they saw someone camping on the grass.
Looking at the thin figure, Hattori was a little uncertain:
"Huh? Isn't that the guy I met today? Why is he living in a tent?"
Conan, who was following him, was also a little curious.
Logically speaking, it just rained today, which is not a good time to go camping.
'Yun Xianhe' had been picked up by Zhu Fu Jingguang in advance. Xiaolan took He Ye shopping to change her mood. As for Uncle Maori, he was still being polite with Inspector Megure.
Now, there are only two of them left.
The two high school detectives looked at each other and decided to test this friend of 'Yun Xianhe' who appeared out of nowhere.
The other party was being too mysterious.
Which detective can suppress his curiosity in the face of such a new and unknown thing?
The ghost had just put the casserole of stew on the stove when he heard footsteps behind him.
He shook the water off his hands, turned around, and saw two people, one big and one small.
The magician tilted his head, took a tissue and wiped his hands slowly.
…What’s it called?