I started with Demon Slayer, and after drawing the strongest character, I'm invincible!

Gojo Satoru put his phone back in his pocket and stopped paying attention to Conan's situation.

He was just curious why no cases had occurred today, which is why he sent 666 to check on the situation.

As it turns out, Conan's reputation as a "walking grim reaper" continues to hold true today.

"Kurosawa, I want to go to an arcade, not an amusement park."

Gojo Satoru grumbled in dissatisfaction, wondering if he was being too lenient, since Kurosawa Jin dared to openly disobey his orders.

"Let's go to the amusement park first, something's come up."

Gin said calmly, then, seeing Gojo Satoru's displeased expression in the rearview mirror, added calmly.

"There's a daifuku with edamame puree and whipped cream in the passenger seat."

"Hmph! You know what's going on."

Gojo Satoru, acting as if he were a magnanimous person who wouldn't hold a grudge, casually took the bag from the passenger seat with a wave of his hand.

Dorobica Paradise.

Gin stared expressionlessly at Gojo Satoru, who was playing bumper cars among a group of kids.

He said he didn't want to come, but once he arrived, he was the one who had the most fun than anyone else.

"Whew! Yeah!"

Excitedly, Gojo Satoru turned the steering wheel in his hand and performed a drift on the bumper car, earning the admiring glances of all the children present.

hum~

Gin glanced at the message on his phone and left quietly.

He found the person he was looking for in a deserted corner, and said coldly, "Vodka."

"Brother, are you alright?"

Vodka turned around immediately after hearing the sound, and froze when he saw Gin.

???

He stared blankly at Gin, wondering what had happened during the time his older brother had been missing.

Where did his older brother's ever-present black top hat and black overcoat go?

Wearing a white casual outfit, with his hair tied up in a high ponytail, and a faint scent of spicy perfume, when did this guy change his style?

"Tsk, I'm fine. What's the situation in the organization right now?"

Gin lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke, and asked with a cryptic expression.

A week has passed since his attack, and Rum would be a complete waste if he still hadn't caught the rat hiding in the organization.

"Ever since you disappeared, Boss has had Rum do everything he can to find you. The undercover agent has also been found; he's a CIA agent."

Vodka didn't know much either; he had just returned to Tokyo and was still injured.

He was on a mission in the United States with Gin at the time, but they got separated after being ambushed.

He was later taken away by people sent by the organization to provide support, but the people providing support said they couldn't find Gin.

"Go back and tell Rum not to look for me anymore."

Gin doesn't plan to return to the organization now. His injuries healed too quickly, and he can't explain it, so he simply won't go back.

He had already reported this matter to that official and obtained his permission.

“Yes, brother,” Vodka said respectfully.

"You go back first, I'll contact you if I need anything."

Gin waved for Vodka to leave, but then, as if remembering something, he called Vodka back with a serious expression.

"Vodka, don't arrange to meet in a place like this again."

"Huh? Yes, brother." Vodka was stunned for a moment when he heard Gin's words, his mind still a little blank.

Didn't you say that meeting in a crowded place would make it easier to avoid being noticed and carry out your plan?

However, he didn't dwell on the issue; he simply did whatever his older brother told him to do.

He looked at Gin, who had stopped speaking, and tentatively asked, "Big brother, shall I go?"

"Ah."

After Gin and Vodka left, Gin extinguished his cigarette and waited for the smell of smoke on his body to dissipate in the wind before leaving.

-

No, no, still no...

Gin's expression grew colder and colder. He had searched the entire amusement park but still couldn't find Gojo Satoru.

He was extremely frustrated; if the situation allowed, he would have blown up the amusement park.

"Little Gojo Satoru, your parents are looking for you. If you hear this announcement, please contact the staff nearby immediately, and they will bring you to the broadcasting room."

"Sir, please rest assured, our amusement park has excellent security measures, your child will be absolutely safe."

The amusement park manager looked cautiously at the imposing man in front of him and said with a sincere expression.

He inwardly groaned and let out a sharp, explosive sound.

Where are you, Gojo Satoru? How can a child run around like this?

Do you know how worried your dad is about you? Gojo Satoru, come back soon, your dad looks so fierce!

"Continue the broadcast and have your staff go look for it too."

Gin was radiating an oppressive aura; his face was so dark it could stop a child from crying at night.

"Okay, I'll have someone look for it right away."

The manager nodded hurriedly, secretly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. It was truly the first time he had ever met such an imposing person.

He even suspected that if Mr. Kurosawa had a gun, he might point it at his head.

"Um... Mr. Kurosawa, could you describe what the child looks like?" the manager asked cautiously.

"White hair, black eye patch, white casual clothes, over 1.9 meters tall."

Gin frowned slightly. Where on earth did that brat Gojo Satoru go?

He didn't think Gojo Satoru would leave the amusement park. Although the kid was indeed very troublesome, he had never left without saying goodbye before.

"Okay, okay, I got it. White hair, eye patch, casual clothes, over 1.9 meters tall... wait, 1.9 meters!?"

The manager stared blankly at Kurosawa Jin. "Sir, are you kidding me? Whose kid is 1.9 meters tall?"

"has a problem?"

Gin gave the manager a cold look; a guy like that wouldn't last five minutes in the organization.

"No...no problem...I'll go find it right now."

The manager hurriedly left the broadcasting room, groaning, "Oh my god, I was so scared! Mr. Kurosawa's eyes were terrifying!"

Fortunately, he didn't voice his thoughts. Gojo Satoru should be Mr. Kurosawa's younger brother. The different surnames might be because they took their parents' surnames.

It's definitely not the father-son relationship he just thought of... After all, no matter how you look at it, it's impossible for Mr. Kurosawa to have a son who is 1.9 meters tall at his age.

Is it really possible for someone like this to get lost? Could this be some kind of runaway scenario?

If Gin knew the messy thoughts running through the manager's head, he'd definitely give him a piece of his mind.

[It seems someone is looking for you.]

666 couldn't help but wonder as it listened to the radio talking about Gojo Satoru. "Kid? Is this talking about its host?"

"Oh, it's probably Kurosawa. Never mind him," Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly.

[Why hasn't Merlin arrived yet? Could it be that the world's consciousness is keeping him out?]

He frowned slightly. Merlin had just informed him that Jay could be sent over and that he could come and meet him.

But two hours have passed, and not only Xia Youjie, but even Merlin has lost contact.

[Impossible, I've already spoken to Xiao Ke, it won't stop people.]

666 said confidently that it and Xiao Ke have a very good relationship now.