It's a power, not a spell

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Eh? Am I scary? No matter how you think about it, it's impossible." He was obviously just out of politeness and wanted to hear what the other party had to say, but she turned around and ran away.The Gojo Satoru is also very confusing.

"...Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?" Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his forehead, "When you stare at me like this, ordinary people usually react like this."

Those eyes are too transparent.No one likes things that are too clean, because most people have more or less filth in their hearts. When looking directly into those eyes, the dark existence will be infinitely magnified.

Face the dark side of your heart, no one will feel uncomfortable.

This is the first time that Gojo Satoru has not put on an inconspicuous appearance, nor has he looked at an ordinary person through sunglasses.He was a little surprised to get such a result.

"Eh... that's right."

Gojo Satoru didn't know what he wanted to understand, and his face suddenly showed.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "...Zhongye."

"what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyes to look over, and fell into a piece of too clean ice blue.The pair of eyes that have lost the embellishment of emotion are like the sea in the North Pole sealed under the ice, transparent and cold.

He has seen many kinds of eyes, smiling, gloating, contemptuous, annoyed, worried, sharp and full of murderous intent...

But nothing has ever been seen.

Nakahara also blinked his eyes, and then pushed away Gojo Satoru's face that suddenly approached him as usual.

"Say something."

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "It's okay."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

"you--"

"Ah, it's finally here!" Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at the door, and Edogawa Conan appeared there panting, with his head down and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

The unspoken words were swallowed, and Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced over there, "Then I'm going back to the hotel."

"Eh? Why?"

"what why?"

"You don't want to leave me here alone, do you?"

"Otherwise?" Gojo Satoru thought the kid was interesting, but he didn't think that Gojo Satoru was the only one who wanted to communicate with Edogawa Conan.So Gojo Satoru stayed here to play by himself, and he went back to the hotel. Isn't this a normal trend?

Conan Edogawa had already walked over, and Gojo Satoru said no more.He directly held the boy's wrist, showing a triumphant smile, "Anyway, don't go back."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Wujo Wuren is tall, and his hands are naturally big. One hand can wrap around his two wrists. The contrast is too great.

Although there is no direct relationship between strength and body size in the unnatural field, this guy used an infinite technique in his hand, which caused Nakahara Chuya's hand to slow down infinitely no matter which direction it moved.

It looked like it had stopped.

"Please sit down." Gojo Satoru put on a friendly smile and said to Edogawa Conan.

"Thank you, brother." Conan Edogawa sat there with his eyes open and his nose in his heart.

If you have something in someone else's hands, of course you have to be a little more obedient.

"Then, the first question!" Gojo Gojo paused, and asked under the vigilant eyes of the other party, "How old are you?"

Edogawa Conan: "...?"

"If you are an uncle in your 30s, and you still call me brother... Hey, it's disgusting to think about it."

"No, I'm... 17 years old." A certain feeling flashed in his heart, which made him subconsciously tell the truth.

Don't lie, you will be found out.Intuition told him so.

"Hey, it's honest."

Edogawa Conan heard regret from his words.

"Okay, next is the second question." Gojo Satoru glanced over his tense body and smiled, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not a bad person."

This reassurance obviously had no effect.Gojo Satoru didn't care, and then asked: "You should have met someone on the way here, where is that guy now?"

Edogawa Conan had been in close contact with the curse spirit many times in a short period of time before or stayed in a place full of filth, leaving inconspicuous marks on his body, which have not gradually faded with the passage of time.

And in the short period of time when he left with Mori Kogoro and came back by himself, a new mark appeared on his body.

The filth of the new is hidden in the old, undetectable.Six eyes saw it all at once.

Gojo Satoru also found it incredible, if it wasn't for the fact that Edogawa Conan had nothing but filth, he would have thought that this child was cursed by someone.

"How do you..." Knowing that he bumped into someone on the way here?

There really are.

Gojo Satoru just asked with the mentality of giving it a try. After all, he didn't rule out the possibility of just passing by or passing by a certain place.

"A detective usually likes a case, like a murder case."

"What do you mean?"

"It means—to find that guy now, maybe we can just encounter a murder case, and the detective can show his skills."

Swish.

The wooden seat slid back a short distance because of Conan Edogawa's sudden standing up.

Of course Edogawa Conan is not a fool, his IQ belongs to the smart category, and his thinking has been sharp since he was a child.

Through the point of sight of Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Nakaya when they looked over, he deduced that these two people could see something that ordinary people couldn't see, and combined with Gojo Satoru's words just now, that "thing" might be related to "crime" Related, it may only be murder, because Gojo Satoru said "murder" very accurately, of course it cannot be ruled out that the other party is just guessing.

This can also explain why the other party would say "I saw it" in the case of the cherry blossom tree burial.

That is to say-

The guy he bumped into just now, he will kill!

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's interested gaze, Edogawa Conan carefully recalled the appearance of that person in his mind.

The height is about 1.7 meters, the body fat rate is not high, and he doesn't exercise often, and he can't do manual labor. Most people in Japan have mild or severe symptoms of back curvature due to their youthful habits, but that person's back is very straight. traces of correction.The occupation you are engaged in should have appearance requirements.

The clothes have just been changed, there is no special sign, and there is only a clean soap locust smell on the body.

...Damn, only these are not enough, is there anything else...

Edogawa Conan frowned, recalling a little bit, not letting go of any details.

At that time, it was not so much that he bumped into the other party, but that he was walking absent-mindedly, and he just ran into each other before he had time to dodge.Both parties were responsible, and that person was also very apologetic. He stretched out his hand to help himself up and asked if he was injured several times. His face looked haggard...

--his hand!

The nails are neatly manicured, but the skin is rough, not caused by the wind and the sun, but by long-term use. Obviously, his work often uses his hands.Most importantly, Edogawa Conan remembers smelling the faint aroma of coffee at that time.

coffee maker.

In that direction, there was only one coffee shop he could think of.

There is too little information available. When Edogawa Conan came here, he was full of thoughts about Gojo Satoru, and he didn't pay much attention to that person. He was able to remember this because of his excellent detective instinct and memory.

Although I can't be 100% sure of the correctness of this hasty reasoning, there are no other clues.

In short, let's go first.

Edogawa Conan turned his head and rushed out the door.

Take the skateboard placed in front of the store, from here to the coffee shop, if you go all the way smoothly, you only need to-

"Don't worry."

Stopping his legs in ineffective movement, Edogawa Conan looked up at the man who was holding his collar. The window of his soul was covered by black lenses, and he could only see the smile on the man's mouth.

During these few encounters, the impression Gojo Satoru left on him changed again and again, but one remained from the beginning until now.

Although the other party looks like he is 20 years old, Edogawa Conan always feels like a child.Not only because of Gojo Satoru's occasional juvenile language, but also because of the right-handed character.

To put it bluntly, it is a childish ghost.

This made it impossible for him to predict the other party's next move. After all, children do things based on their mood or their own logic, and there is no determinism.

It's a little troublesome, but...

Conan Edogawa smiled at the naive ghost, his blue eyes were less alert, "What's wrong?"

Raising his eyebrows, Gojo Satoru keenly noticed the change in his attitude and was a little surprised.

Is it worthy of the famous "Sleeping Kogoro"?

He also wanted to tease the kid, because Edogawa Conan's vigilant look like a short-legged cat with frizz was very interesting.

"Well..." The words came to his lips, and the meaning of the exit changed. Gojo Wu let go of the child's back collar, "Do you have any clues, little detective?"

"I'm not sure, but..." he said the name of the café, "I think that's the most likely location."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was already running towards the door with his short legs.

The corner of the blue clothes disappeared at the door, and Nakahara heard Gojo Satoru's laughter, which made him look sideways.

The white-haired young man smiled for a while, and looked at the young man beside him. Under the latter's questioning gaze of "you have something wrong", he let go of the hand holding the other's wrist and lifted it, around the brim of the hat, and landed on the back of Zhongye Zhongye's neck.

"It's really interesting." Wujo Satoru continued to smile, and ran his hand along the tail of orange hair like touching a cat, and then Nakahara Nakaya slapped it away in distaste, and he didn't care, "Let Chuya do it for me Work was indeed a super-correct choice.”

"I don't think so." Zhongyuan Zhong replied indifferently, thinking that he knew that it would not have any impact on Gojo Satoru, "Aren't you going to catch up? The little detective is no match for the curse spirit."

"Will Chuya come with me?"

"Even if I said I didn't want to go, you wouldn't let me go back to the hotel, would you?"

"Bgo! Exactly."

So what else is there to say?

It is Mr. Xiong who is more difficult to deal with than bear children, because when dealing with children, he can still be beaten to be obedient, but there is no way to deal with adults like this, especially the type of Gojo Satoru, who cannot be beaten by ordinary people.

The 15-year-old boy sighed silently, pushed away the seat and stood up, his cobalt blue eyes impatiently glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was blinking at him, "What are you dawdling about, let's go."

"Hi~"

The adult dragged out the ending, and then stood up.