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

Chapter 297 The World of Detective Conan 23

"Thankfully, the child is alright. You parents shouldn't make this mistake again, or you'll be crying and won't even know where to go if your child gets lost."

Inspector Megure looked at Vodka with a serious expression and said earnestly.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Don't worry, officer, it will never happen again."

Vodka replied solemnly, his feelings quite complicated.

For a hitman to make a guarantee to his mortal enemy was a first for him, like a young woman getting married.

After Inspector Megure and his team left, the entire camp became much quieter.

After greeting Amuro and his group, the three neighbors went back to their tents to rest. They had been searching for people in the mountains for several hours and were exhausted.

Professor Agasa took the Junior Detective League members to sleep in a tent.

Amuro Tooru said he was going back to his tent to get something, and then he disappeared, leaving only Gojo Satoru and the other two outside the tent.

"Conan, aren't you going home to rest?"

Xia Youjie glanced at the tired Conan and wondered what he was planning to do instead of going back to rest.

"Huh? Uh... I'm not tired, but I'm a little hungry."

Conan quickly perked up and said, and then his stomach started growling as soon as he finished speaking.

His face instantly turned red. Oh no! This is so embarrassing!

"Conan, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Here, have something to eat first."

Xia Youjie handed Conan a piece of chocolate; well, it was taken out of Wu's pocket.

"Thank you... I haven't had dinner yet." Conan smiled awkwardly and accepted the chocolate.

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru glanced at Conan, then generously pulled out a bunch of snacks and desserts and placed them among the group.

He said with an aloof expression, "Eat whatever you like."

"Thank you, Wu," Xia Youjie said gently, then casually picked out a less sweet pastry.

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Conan stared dumbfounded at the pile of snacks in front of him. Something wasn't right. Where did Gojo Satoru pull these out from?

Looking at Xia Youjie and Vodka, who both appeared perfectly normal, he couldn't help but begin to question the meaning of life.

Is the problem with him, or with Xia Youjie and the others? Is this kind of thing normal?

Can anyone tell him where Gojo Satoru got all those snacks from?

Xia Youjie: That's normal. (Disdainful look)

Vodka: Hmm, that's normal. (Serious face)

"Huh? What's wrong?"

When Amuro Tooru came out of the tent, he sensed the silent atmosphere among the group and didn't understand what had happened.

"No…nothing."

Conan looked hesitant, but ultimately didn't voice his question.

The main thing is that Xia Youjie and Uozuka Saburo's reactions both seemed normal, so this shouldn't be anything strange, right?

This is probably another high-tech invention by Gojo Satoru that can store items; he shouldn't be making a fuss about it, Conan tried to convince himself.

"Huh? Where did these things come from?"

Amuro Tooru looked at the snacks in front of the group with a surprised expression, while he was also carrying a bag in his hand.

"It seems I don't need to worry about you going hungry."

He waved the bag in his hand; inside were daifuku he had made before setting off that morning, originally intended as dessert for Gojo Satoru and the others.

However, no one expected this to happen, and everyone missed dinner. Now it doesn't matter if we use it to fill our stomachs.

But the bag in his hand disappeared the next second. When he looked closely, the bag was already in Gojo Satoru's hands.

Amuro Tooru: "?" Wait, how did the item end up in Gojo Satoru's hands?

Xia Youjie also saw Amuro Tooru's expression, and he said somewhat awkwardly, "Mr. Amuro, I'm sorry, Satoru didn't mean it, he was just hungry."

He couldn't explain why Gojo Satoru, a child, could be so fast, so he could only make up an excuse to brush it off.

Conan looked at Xia Youjie with a puzzled expression. Could this problem be explained simply by being hungry?

Could he explain to them how Gojo Satoru achieved such superhuman speed?

Even Mr. Amuro couldn't do it this fast, right? Is Gojo Satoru some kind of Super Saiyan?

"It's nothing, it was originally meant for you to eat." Amuro Tooru waved his hand and said with a smile.

But his thoughts were a bit complicated at that moment; he couldn't even see a small child's movements clearly...

Even if this child is a fake child, there is no doubt that Gojo Satoru is the size of a six-year-old child at this moment.

Has his skill level declined, or has the organization conducted some unknown experiment on Gojo Satoru?

However, with vodka present, he could only suppress his many questions and speculations, unable to reveal them at all.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the group of people present, each lost in their own thoughts, and a mischievous smile crept onto his lips.

He was certain that Amuro Tooru and Conan were thinking all sorts of crazy things.

As for vodka? It's not that he doesn't like vodka, but rather that vodka's mind doesn't allow him to think about those other things.

Vodka: "..."

In the dead of night, everyone who had been up all day had already fallen asleep. Gojo Satoru opened his eyes in the darkness, his brows furrowed slightly.

He quietly left the tent and went to the tent of the fishermen next door, where there were faint noises coming from inside.

Tsk, considering that Amuro Tooru and the others have been looking for them all day, let them get a good night's sleep.

Thinking this to himself, Gojo Satoru then knocked out the fisherman A, who was about to cause trouble, with a karate chop.

Fisherman A collapsed without uttering a sound, the knife in his hand falling to the ground with a clang, but the sound was so quiet that it didn't wake the people inside the tent.

He glanced at the "sleeping" fisherman A and nodded in satisfaction. Really, it's not good to fight so late at night; it will disturb other people.

"Wu, what happened?"

Wu Jiao Wu had just returned to the tent when he heard Xia You Jie's voice. Clearly, Jie had woken up as soon as he left.

He shook his head slightly and said, "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Xia Youjie didn't press the matter further and, with a carefree attitude, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Wu said it's okay, then it's okay, there won't be any problems.

He's a child now, so he needs to go to bed on time, otherwise he won't grow tall.

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The next morning, Xia Youjie was woken up by the noise. He opened his eyes groggily and resignedly got up, listening to the continuous arguing.

Who on earth is disturbing my peaceful sleep so early in the morning?

He yawned sleepily, and when he saw Gojo Satoru sleeping soundly beside him, he seemed to remember something and instantly woke up.

Wu seemed to have gone out late last night, but I don't know what he did. Could it be that's why it was so noisy outside?

Xia Youjie thought about it more and more and felt that this was very likely, because, well... how should I put it, Gojo Satoru never seems to do anything that would seem strange.

After thinking it over, he decided to go out and see what was going on. Maybe he was wrong, and the matter had nothing to do with Wu.