My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

With the tacit cooperation of the three detectives, the case was quickly resolved.

The well-known famous detective "Sleeping Kogoro" showed his skills again this time, but unlike before, this time, Mr. Kogoro did not fall asleep.When he was very sober, he clearly identified the real murderer and returned the innocence to the waitress.

Hattori Heiji was amazed and praised without hesitation, while Edogawa Conan silently supported his forehead, speechless.

Toru Amuro stepped forward, first expressed his admiration for Master, and then mentioned the invitation letter.

It's rare to experience the feeling of sobriety when solving a case. Detective Maori was very happy, and with a wave of his hand, he took out the invitation letter from his pocket, patted it on Toru Amuro's hand, and said generously: "Take it and have a look. "

Dear Mr. Detective:

At 1:6 on January 11th, we will be waiting for your visit at the red brick warehouse in Yokohama. The banquet decorated with blood and corpses has been prepared and we look forward to your participation.

Except for the time and place, there is really no extra information.The invitation letter is very simple, without even the most basic format and politeness.

Hoshide Kazuya stared at the milky white letter paper for a while, then turned to look at Gojo Satoru.

It seems that there is no information, but in fact, there is a lot of information revealed here.

"Dear Mr. Detective", without directly mentioning Mori Kogoro's name, is already able to explain the problem.Mr. Detective, Kogoro Mori is not the only "famous detective" of the Mori Detective Agency.In comparison, this "Mr. Detective" is more likely to refer to "Edogawa Conan", a famous young detective who seems to have many mysteries hidden in him.

The message of "we" is even more obvious. It is not a single person, but a group of people, and the location is about in the red brick warehouse.

Hoshide Kazuya stroked the edge of the letter with his fingers, thoughtfully.

The person who sent this letter may not be the curse spirit I called "Zero" he knew, and it is even more likely that hidden behind the letter is another batch of curse spirits that are opposite to Zero and the others.

The two batches of curse spirits also want to build a brand new world, but Zero and the others hope that he will become the most unique existence in the new world, and these curse spirits are probably aiming to kill him in the first stage.

In this way, the changes and contrasts between those curse spirits attacking him crazily when they came up a year ago, and Zero a year later, who loved him deeply, can be explained—because they are simply Not the same batch of curse spirits.

Further down, at the end of the invitation letter, there is the third information point - a feast decorated with blood and corpses.

These detectives seem to agree that this sentence means that the red brick warehouse will have traces left over from previous murders.

But in fact, this "feast" is probably really a "feast".It will be their blood and corpses that will decorate the feast.

Hoshide Kazuya also held the invitation letter, and briefly looked at Gojo Satoru for a few seconds, before the exchange of information was finished, someone tugged at his clothes.

He lowered his head, Edogawa Conan stood by his legs, looked up at him, and asked, "Brother, do you want to go too?"

Hoshide Kazuya also smiled, refolded the letter paper, handed it back to the little detective, patted his head, and said, "That's right."

He blinked, and withdrew his hand under the slightly warning gaze on the other side, and asked him with a smile: "What? Is the little detective not willing to let me go?"

"You haven't been invited, so it's better not to go." Edogawa Conan was serious, with a seriousness that didn't match his age, "It's dangerous there, there is no invitation letter, and you may die if you just break in."

Hoshide Kazuya narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at him with a natural sense of oppression in his eyes.He stared at the boy for a few seconds, then said slowly, "But you don't have an invitation letter either. Or..."

He lowered his eyes, looked at the invitation letter in his hand under Edogawa Conan's gaze, and said, "Actually, they invited you? Mr. Detective."

Edogawa Conan's serious expression became a little more nervous, his hands behind his back quietly clenched his fists, and his eyes hidden behind the round-rimmed glasses widened a little.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask." Xingdehe also hooked the corners of his mouth, his momentum unabated, "Are you—"

Xing Chuhe was taken aback by someone's sudden pat on his right shoulder, and his strong and oppressive aura immediately disappeared.His slightly narrowed eyes were bent, and the sharpness instantly turned into a soft arc. He turned his gaze and met the man beside him.

"Let's go, what are you talking about, so happy?" Gojo Gojo loosened his hand on his shoulder and asked casually, but his eyes fell on Edogawa Conan.

"The kid is quite cute, let's talk casually." Hoshide Kazuya shrugged, followed his gaze to look at Edogawa Conan, "Shall we go together?"

Gojo Satoru: "Yes."

Hoshide Kazuya also nodded, and reached out to hold Edogawa Conan.Involuntarily, he grabbed the boy's hand behind his back, pulled him out, followed the people in front, and explained to Wujo Wu at the same time: "I always feel that the children are hostile to me, and we will go to the red brick warehouse together tomorrow." , these things must be clarified in advance before you can rest assured."

Edogawa Conan obediently followed behind him with his head down, without saying a word, but a vague expression slipped across his blue eyes.

This sentence seems to be explaining to Gojo Satoru, but in fact it is for him to hear.Regarding the "banquet" tomorrow, Xing Chuhe also knew some information that they did not know.

Is he using this as a threat to make himself not "meddling his own business"?

Edogawa Conan frowned, his eyes darkened.

This person who grew up in that environment and worked in the port mafia for a year is not as simple as it seems on the surface.What on earth is he trying to do?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tighten the hands of the people around him.So in the next second, a voice came from my ear, with a hint of teasing: "It's useless no matter how tightly you hold it."

He froze, let go of his hand in a snap, and turned his head away, the tips of his ears were slightly red from embarrassment.

Hoshide Kazuya chuckled, catching up with the person in front in a good mood, led the child by the hand, and walked side by side with Toru Amuro.Gojo Satoru, who was at the end, looked at the backs of these three people walking side by side, the unhappiness in his eyes almost broke his sunglasses.

But since they have decided to go to the red brick warehouse together, in the next less than 24 hours, they will definitely spend more than half of the time together. It doesn't help to be unhappy.

Everyone discussed what to prepare for the next day, guessed what might happen tomorrow, and made full preparations for this invitation.Xing Chuhe also listened to the strange analysis of several detectives, hesitated for a moment, did not make a sound, and sat quietly at the table with his head down and flicked his mobile phone.

The "feast" arranged by the curse spirit can't be overstated, their imagination is still too little.It was interesting when I first listened to it, but after a long time, it would feel somewhat dull. He glanced at the time and clicked on the chat interface with the peak of combat power.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, at this time, the peak combat power is usually online.

"Brother Feng, my teacher's blind date is over!" He typed out this sentence and clicked send.

The mobile phone of the person next to him on the table vibrated twice, and Xing Chuhe also raised his eyes and glanced.Gojo Satoru picked up the phone with his left hand and flicked it, and directly turned the volume to mute, as if he didn't even look at the content on the screen.

He withdrew his gaze and thought, I don't know which poor boy was directly ignored by Wutiao teacher, what a pity.

On the screen, his message was placed alone in the chat window, and the number time at the top jumped up and down.At the fifth beat, Xing Chuhe also gave up.

Well, he was a poor little one too.Brother Feng is probably busy now and has no time to take care of him.

He pursed his lips, exited the chat window, clicked on the friend list, hovered his fingers above the screen, and clicked one friend after another in turn.

Let him think about which cutie he should pick this time.

A pair of chopsticks suddenly stretched out in front of him, followed by the beautiful hand holding the chopsticks.The carved wooden chopsticks stopped in front of his eyes, and then tapped lightly on the table twice.

"Da da."

With that hand retracted, and out of his sight, Gojo Satoru's voice rang in his ears: "Don't do messy things while eating, Kazuya eat well."

"Oh." Hoshide Kazu also pouted, silently put away the phone.

Gojo Satoru's management has been getting wider and wider recently.From not caring about anything a year ago, to gradually starting to take care of his studies, and now, not caring about everything, the familiar voice seems to linger in every corner of his life.

Now he even has a faint illusion that he is surrounded by Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru, this man is really scary, he seems to be omnipotent, and he is everywhere.

"Why are you in a daze?" The man everywhere put a chopstick dish into his bowl and asked.

Hoshide Kazuya: "I was thinking, Mr. Gojo is definitely the most unique teacher in the world."

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At eleven o'clock the next morning, two groups of people rushed from the hotel to the vicinity of the red brick warehouse, and gathered outside the cordon circled by the port mafia.

Hoshide Kazuya, Gojo Satoru, and the three opposites—Edogawa Conan, Hattori Heiji, and Amuro Toru.

Hoshide Kazuya was also taken aback, looked at the three of them, tilted his head, and asked, "Where's your famous detective?"

"Hangover, we let him rest in the hotel." Edogawa Conan explained calmly.

Hoshide Kazuya: "..." Really, they have tried their best to prevent the uncle from coming.

"The others should be here too?" Toru Amuro asked while looking around.

At the end of the field of vision, four people walking side by side slowly approached.

...the atmosphere was dignified and embarrassing.

Nakahara Chuya, Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, and a brown-haired young man in a black suit with a gentle smile on his face, but he didn't look like an ordinary person.

The four of them walked side by side, which somehow made people feel uncomfortable.

"Pongolie's godfather?" The young boy next to him murmured in a low voice, his voice tensed.

Hoshide Kazuya raised his eyebrows, looked down at him, raised his voice, and repeated his words: "Godfather Vongola?"

He has heard a little bit, isn't that the youngest and best... Judaimu in the history of the world's strongest family in Italy?

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