My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

The burning fire paved a brick wall in front of the eyes, and the top of the wall blocked the sky wall, and printed dazzling patterns in the red sky.Edogawa Conan ran out after the three people, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was a little dazed.

Although he is experiencing strange events such as his body shrinking, the 17-year-old high school detective has never seen such a scene.He stared at the huge wave of fire for a few seconds, and then reacted suddenly, called the fire brigade and the police, and pushed the three people who were steaming at the door back into the house.

Firefighters and police arrived quickly. Fortunately, the opposite family happened to be out today. The explosion did not cause casualties.The fire brigade was putting out the fire outside, and the police officer who rushed over stood in front of the whole room with a solemn expression.

Two men, one woman.Standing in the middle is a fat brown man, from hat to shoes, all are different shades of brown.The young man next to him was tall and thin, dressed in gray, with a pen and paper in his hand, looking a little dazed.On the other hand, the woman on the other side has a serious and capable short hair, and looks like a strong woman in the workplace.

Xingchuhe also nestled in a corner of the sofa, glanced at them, then lowered his eyes, looking a bit sleepy.He still held the crumpled note in his hand.Gojo Satoru looked down at him, held his hand silently, and after a while, carefully opened his fingers and pulled out the note.Hoshizuka also glanced at him.

Gojo Satoru immediately lowered his voice and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Hoshide Kazuya closed his eyes and shook his head.

In fact, the eyes are still aching.But it’s impossible to say, and it’s hard to say.

There was a cold touch on the eyelids, and Hoshide Kazuo also froze for a moment.The hand slowly moved down, covering his eyes completely, with strands of coolness coming, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.The last bit of residual pain seemed to completely disappear in this cool touch.

The young man on the other side came over and whispered in his ear: "I know I'm not feeling well, it's okay, I'm here." His voice was gentle and soft, with a soothing magic.

Hoshide and Gojo Satoru quietly retracted their fingers.

Is this the man who is said to be darker than the Heinous?

Dazai Osamu treats him like this, which always makes him feel a little uneasy.

The sense of touch in front of him disappeared, he opened his eyes in doubt, and once again saw Gojo Satoru pinching Dazai Osamu's wrist.The blue veins on the backs of the hands of the two men were in front of his eyes.Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu met each other's eyes.

Hoshide Kazuya: "..."

There really was something wrong with these two people.

"Cough cough." There was a pretentious cough from the side, two heavy ones, close and loud.He raised his head blankly and met the eyes of the brown police officer.Looking to the sides, the tall and thin man's eyes drifted away, but the woman stared at him without blinking, as if she was a little curious about him.

He straightened up, raised his hand calmly, pressed the two hands that were frozen in front of him, and put on a slightly stiff smile, "Hello, three?"

The two hands struggled at the same time, and Hoshide Kazuya smiled stiffly, and secretly exerted force, and squeezed two hands by the way.

"Can you tell us in detail what happened just now?" The man in the middle didn't look sideways.

"Police?" Hoshide Kazuya asked back.The three people on the opposite side nodded at the same time.

He lowered his eyes again, and his eyes fell on the two hands resting on his thighs.

"Sorry, I don't think it's necessary..."

The hand on the right moved, and he pressed that hand, glanced sideways at Gojo Satoru, and continued, "This case cannot be solved by the police."

"What?" The man in the middle frowned.

Xingchuhe didn't answer him either, but looked sideways at the young boy following him.The little boy was also frowning at this time, with a serious face, not like a child at all.Hoshide Kazu also smiled, looked at him, and said, "It's not something a detective can solve."

"What? Don't you believe in our ability?" The boy who spoke Kansai dialect asked him uncomfortably.

Xingchuhe also followed the voice and looked up.The boy looked about the same age as him, with a dark complexion, wearing a light sportswear, with a white peaked cap turned backwards, showing the youth's vitality.

He shook his head: "You guys are great, but for this case, it's more appropriate to leave it to them." He blinked and raised the hand from the left.

"Huh?" The Kansai-accented boy looked over, leaned forward, and raised one eyebrow, "Who is this?"

"Armed detective agency." Osamu Dazai clasped Kazuya Hoshide's hand, smiling gently, "A detective agency that specializes in solving such strange cases."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and looked at the man who appeared beside him, still eating dessert leisurely, "Right? Mr. Ranpo."

"Huh? Armed detective agency? What kind of detective agency is that? How can it be as powerful as my famous Mori Kogoro!"

"Uncle Mori, if you want to say that you are strong, Kudou and I must be better than you."

"Huh? What did you say, kid?"

"Why do some people still boast in front of Lord Ranpo?"

"Stop! You detectives who came out of nowhere, be quiet!"

All the detectives around were noisy and caused headaches, Xingchuhe also lowered his head, pinching the space between his brows a little irritably.

"Here." A cup of steaming black tea was suddenly handed in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, then looked up, Kudo Yukiko was squatting in front of him, smiling and watching him, with a gentle voice, "Drink something and relax. "

"...Thank you." He hesitated for a moment, took the teacup and held it in his palm.

"Speaking of it, none of you should be involved in this case." A familiar voice intervened, and Hoshide Kazu also turned his head to look.Gojo Satoru shook his phone and said, "I've already called professionals over."

"Mr. Ijichi?" Hoshide Kazuya asked.Gojo Satoru nodded.

Yiji Jiegao, the assistant supervisor of the High School of Conjuration, is responsible for dealing with... these messy things.

"You still want to call someone? Tell him not to come." The woman who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up and interrupted everyone. With a little impatient anger in her expression, she paused every word and said loudly, "You are all suspects."

She glanced around, snapped the pen she had drawn from the thin and tall policeman with a snap, and said, "Everyone present has no right to investigate the case!"

Three detectives, one small, four detectives, plus a conjurer: "..."

"But since that's the case," Mr. Kudo, a well-known mystery novelist, smiled calmly, "Can we investigate the case together?"

Hoshide Kazuya suddenly raised his head: "Will the teacher write this case as a prototype in the work?"

"If you want, and everyone agrees," Kudo Yusaku sat on the chair with calm eyes, "I'm very happy."

"And the man in the hat standing at the door!" The female police officer suddenly said, raising her hand and pointing, "Don't try to run away, you are also a suspect!"

Mr. Chuya Nakahara, the cadre of the port mafia, the implementer of hundreds of major cases, and the lowest status in the audience, slowly turned around and looked at everyone present.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Hoshide Kazuya tried hard to hold back his laughter, and lowered his head to drink the tea in his hand.

After three mouthfuls, the smile on his face disappeared suddenly, and he slowly raised his head, biting a rolled up note.The paper strip is soaked in tea water, and the color is slightly dark.

Gojo Satoru pulled the note out of his mouth, and brushed his fingers over his lips.

Xingdehe also trembled slightly, lowered his head and covered his eyes.

When the note was unfolded, there were still two lines of bright red writing, somewhat blurred by the blisters.

—You hate it there, don't you?

—then it will cease to exist.

The author has something to say:

Give beautiful detectives an experience of being a suspect x

This time it is not a standard choice of three, I don’t know if Xiao Ke will be happy x