Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The magician was thinking about many things but didn't show it on his face.

He stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened and brushed the dust off his wizard robe.

Then, in front of the two of them, he took out a bottle of medicine and poured it on the bloodstains on the ground.

Large areas of blood quickly faded, evaporated, and disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

After making sure that he hadn't left anything behind that the cultists could use to do evil,

The ghost reached out and put on the hood of his wizard robe, just enough to block out the sunlight that had just fallen into the alley.

The dazzling sunlight made the fruit green eyes hidden behind the gauze narrow slightly.

Amuro Toru, who was standing by, followed Fumi Yuya and looked at him, tilting his head slightly towards the alley entrance, with a leisurely smile on his lips:

"The weather is really nice."

Visible or invisible?

Totally undefinable.

Even if the thin young man in front of me, who behaves like a noble gentleman, does nothing,

Just standing there gives people an invisible sense of oppression.

Feeling that he was being watched, Toru Amuro tensed up a little.

Although I guessed that the other person should be Yun Xianhe's man, the impression when I first met him still makes me feel uneasy every time I recall it.

Just in case...it's better to be a little more cautious.

Shouldn't the other person be in the Romantic Country? Why is he here?

It looks like he's injured.

While Toru Amuro was looking at the ghost, the other party was also looking at him.

Hmm... something similar to the defense team?

But his skills don't seem to be as good as his.

The magician, whose magic was restricted, carefully assessed the fighting power of the two.

After making sure that he could defeat ten people at once, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to the regular physical training...

Ah, I'm a little hungry. I wonder if there is anything to eat here.

I integrated the types of languages ​​these two people just spoke in my mind.

The ghost bowed to the two of them, cleared his throat slightly, and said elegantly:

"Thank you both for waking me up. Good day, and see you later."

As the young man said this, he raised his hand and raised his cloak, and his figure disappeared into thin air.

Looking at the empty alley, Toru Amuro and Yuya Fumi still did not let their guard down.

three minutes,

Only after they were sure that the other party was not in the alley did they relax their tense nerves a little.

Feng Jianyuya pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a somewhat uncertain tone:

"Mr. Fūya, what was that just now..."

"It should be the partner we have never met."

"Oh……"

Hearing what Amuro Toru said, Kazami was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions.

The two searched the alley.

Leave only after making sure there are no useful clues.

The ghost squatting on the rooftop next to the alley looked down at the two people's actions and rubbed his chin.

"What are these two doing? Is this a new cult tactic? Ugh!"

The magician suddenly sneezed, snorted helplessly, and pulled his cloak closer.

He looked up at the densely packed buildings and crisscrossing painted roads in the distance.

The roar of the car came with the wind, scaring away the flock of birds on the telephone poles.

The air is mixed with various smells of modern industry, which is very different from the scent of the forest.

The ghost squatting on the edge of the rooftop looked a little confused.

The scene before them was far from their world, but rather resembled the so-called 'modern times' from a certain period in ancient times as recorded in books.

The ghost, who couldn't sense the concentration of elements in the air, muttered to himself:

"Could it be that the entrance to the secret realm really has the laws of time and space? The air smells so strange... What the hell have I been "transported" to, ahhhh!"

The magician, who was somewhat sensitive to smells, sneezed again.

Ghosts who have lost the protection of magic always feel that their physical condition has declined a lot.

As he took the scarf out of the storage ring, he frowned and muttered:

“Is the winter so cold here?”

That’s terrible. My legs are starting to ache.

After calculating with his fingers and determining that it was early winter, a magician with chronic rheumatoid arthritis began to worry.

Magic is not allowed and the weather is cold.

Damn it, this damn secret realm must be aimed at him!

Those who had no idea where to go simply sat on the roof and counted what was in their storage space.

Baton, OK.

Mage robes, OK.

Musical scores, it’s okay not to bring this, and so on.

Identity document? This secret place is quite smart, and it can automatically rationalize?

Portable tent, barbecue grill, dagger, long knife...

Huh? There are so many technological products from ancient times?

The ghost felt more and more satisfied as he found that his storage ring was complete.

After a while, he sighed:

"As expected of Yunyun."

As he spoke, Ghost pulled out a high-tech bracelet that integrated signal shielding, chaos monitoring, etc., and put it on properly.

There is a familiar label on the bracelet:

"If you want to go out for a walk, remember to wear this. It has the same function as 'fog' or 'confusing magic'."

After a while,

The magician changed into simple sportswear as instructed, threw the scarf behind him, and looked at the cane in his hand cheerfully:

"It's fun! I wonder how Yunyun and the others are doing. But Uncle Shi probably won't like this secret place too much. The concentration of spiritual energy in the air is totally unsuitable for growing flowers. Ugh!"

Sneezing again!

Ghost raised his hand helplessly and felt his forehead, and felt a slight fever.

"That's too bad... The cold medicine made by Taiyang tastes terrible. I hope he won't hear about it?"

Someone looked around guiltily, and after making sure that no one heard it, he raised his hand and lowered the brim of his cap as if to cover up.

"Forget it, let's find a place to fill our stomachs first, and then... then what should we do?"

There is absolutely no action goal!

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Strange place.

Half an hour later, the ghost standing in front of the zebra crossing squinted his eyes.

His eyes swept across the shops on the street, and his fingers gently rubbed the cane.

What are octopus balls and octopus?

Taiyaki…What is Taiyaki?

…This doesn’t look like a fish?

Ramen, this is more normal, but what is the fried pork cutlet on it? ?

Pearl milk tea... Can people in this world actually eat pearls raw?

Why is this pearl black?

The air smells weird.

The ghost standing in front of a fruit shop tilted his head slightly.

I looked at the thorny thing on the stall with confusion.

He looked at the things and then looked up at the words on the store.

It says 'fruit', right?

Then why are all the herbs there?

Can people here...eat medicinal herbs raw?

Why is it still there when it smells like corruption?

No, wait…it’s not a medicinal herb?

Although it is somewhat similar to thorn stone, it does not have the medicinal smell.

Oh, yes, this is the ancient times...that is, the species before it mutated?

Such a strange taste,

...what people used to eat.

The magician frowned with inexplicable disgust, turned around and quickly left the strange fruit shop.

The clerk who was about to come out to ask if he needed help: ? ?