Model worker and his little darling

Conan stared at Hideaki Hosaka as he walked down, feeling a chill run down his spine, and clung tightly to Kiyoshi's clothes.

Hirai looked at the terrified Conan with a serious expression. "You said you were going to wait for Hideaki Hosaka's spirit to come down, and now you've actually seen it. Conan, do you know how to summon spirits?"

"how is this possible?"

Without a second thought, Conan retorted, "When a person dies, they're dead. They don't have a soul. What's the point of summoning a soul?"

What exactly is this thing?

"He seems unable to see us."

Hirai nodded and walked up to Hosaka Hideaki. Hosaka Hideaki, however, passed right through Hirai and floated into the art classroom.

Conan:! ! !

Did they pass through?

Using a floating motion?

"Let's go in and take a look."

The two tiptoed into the art classroom and saw Hideaki Hosaka sitting in the same spot where Masao Mononobe had been sitting, quietly admiring the painting in front of him.

Soon after, his hands started moving, and it looked like he was drawing.

Conan carefully examined the art classroom but did not find any projection equipment or similar items.

what on earth is this kind of happenings?

Everything he saw tonight was beyond his comprehension, which made him even more interested.

Despite waving the banner of materialism, Conan still believes that someone is behind all of this, but he just hasn't discovered it yet.

Turning around, I saw Hiraiyoshi squatting next to Hosaka Hideaki, and he even took out his phone.

"Brother Pingqing, what are you doing?"

"I want to try to take a picture with him, a picture with a ghost, it's my first time."

Conan also joined in, as he was also very curious about the question.

With a click, the photo didn't show Hideaki Hosaka.

"I can't get a picture."

Conan curiously waved his hand in front of Hideaki Hosaka, but there was no reaction. With a slight movement, his hand passed right through Hideaki Hosaka's body.

It's a rather strange feeling.

"Conan, are we just going to stay here with him like this?"

"But we haven't figured all of this out yet."

Hirai pointed at Hosaka Hideaki, "What do you want to figure out about this kind of being?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hideaki Hosaka floated out of the art classroom.

"Brother Pingqing, let's follow them and take a look."

The two followed Hideaki Hosaka, exploring the entire Teitan High School before finally stopping at the classroom door.

Hosaka Hideaki's eyes revealed nostalgia, and a smile appeared on his lips, as if he had seen something.

"Conan, could this be another world?"

Just then, the mournful cries of several crows were heard.

Conan looked up at the crows flying by and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Brother Pingqing, look at the moon in the sky."

"What's wrong? The moon is quite round tonight."

Conan:! ! !

He then took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

A red moon!

"Brother Pingqing, don't you think the moon is a little strange?"

Pingqing stared intently at the moon. "No, what do you see?"

Conan was a little confused; what he saw seemed different from what Hirai Kiyoshi had seen.

"I saw that the moon was red."

Pingqing stared wide-eyed, looking at Conan and then at the moon.

"Conan, are you serious?"

Conan nodded stiffly.

Where Conan couldn't see, Hirai rubbed his thigh, pinching himself several times to suppress the smile on his lips.

"This... are you just too tired and seeing things wrong? Even though there is this unusual being, there shouldn't be so many anomalies."

Conan tugged at Hirai's clothes, hoping he was mistaken, but it was always red no matter how many times he looked.

When I came to my senses, I found that Hideaki Hosaka was already sitting in the classroom, looking at the blackboard intently, just like in a normal class.

Conan frowned; everything that had happened tonight was too bizarre.

Not long after, Hideaki Hosaka turned around and looked back, nodding occasionally, as if he were talking to a classmate during break.

Conan dragged Hirai into the classroom, and after checking it over, confirmed that it was just an ordinary classroom.

When he turned around, he saw Hideaki Hosaka standing behind him, close to him, and smiling at him.

Conan's eyes widened, his heart pounding. Had she gotten hooked on him?

"Can you see me?"

Hideaki Hosaka nodded.

Conan:! ! !

Did he see them taking pictures and discussing things?

Then Conan saw Hideaki Hosaka's figure grow fainter and fainter until it finally turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the world.

“Ping… Brother Pingqing, he has disappeared.”

"I saw."

After a moment of silence, Ping Qing spoke softly, "Perhaps his obsession has faded, and he has returned to where he belonged."

Conan sighed. He should have had a carefree and unrestrained youth, and could have realized his dream of becoming a manga artist. What a pity.

Seeing this, Pingqing touched his arm and said, "I think this school is weird. Let's go back first, so we don't see anything strange later."

Conan hummed in agreement and was about to turn around to find Hirai when he realized that he was the only one in the classroom.

eh?

What about Taira no Kiyoshi?

How could such a large person suddenly disappear?

"Brother Pingqing..."

The empty classroom was filled only with Conan's voice. He then took out his phone to call someone, only to find that there was no signal.

Conan looked around the classroom; it was the same as before, except the temperature was much lower.

After a moment's thought, Conan carefully observed his surroundings as he walked out of the classroom.

Pingqing doesn't know what's going on right now. It's best to leave this place first, then call the police and ask them to help find the person.

The long corridor inexplicably gave off a sense of dread.

After walking for a while, Conan suddenly tripped over something on the ground, stumbled, and knelt down.

He quickly looked down to see what had tripped him. He found a tattered rag doll lying in the middle of the corridor.

This rag doll is exquisite, but also eerie. Its two eyes are made of two black buttons, and there's a large red X over its mouth.

Moreover, those black button eyes seemed to be staring at him.

I picked up the doll and examined it closely, only to find that it was just an ordinary doll.

Why is there a rag doll here? There wasn't this rag doll in the hallway when they came.

Holding the doll, I looked around but saw nothing else unusual.

Conan breathed a slight sigh of relief; perhaps their attention had been focused on Hideaki Hosaka and they hadn't noticed the doll.

Conan, still holding the doll, continued walking forward.

Over here, Pingqing stretched. He had finally come to the school, so he had to let Conan experience the real school ghost stories.

Pure black magic gradually appeared on his hands.

Ever since some random images appeared in his mind, he seemed to have awakened magical abilities and inexplicably mastered some things.

He was also confused about what was going on with him, so he decided to use Conan to test the waters today.

Strange magic, or rather, illusion.