It's a power, not a spell

The first time he saw Edogawa Conan, Gojo Satoru realized something was wrong.

The filth on the other party's body was by no means as simple as "bad luck" or "a little bit too much" as he said at the time.

With six eyes, he can easily see that the curse spirit that left Edogawa Conan's body is almost exactly the same, and it feels very similar to the curse spirit that appeared in the coffee shop just now, but it is not the same one.

In other words, the curse spirits that Edogawa Conan encountered directly or indirectly must have an extraordinary relationship.This can explain why their spells are so similar.

And it's definitely not a mere coincidence that so many of them appear at the same time.

According to today's encounter, it is reasonable to speculate that those curse spirits are related to the murder case, combined with the information on the abnormal crime rate that Gojo Satoru found, these things must be inseparable from the "Virtuoso" who came to Tokyo yesterday afternoon.

But what is his purpose in doing this?

"However..." Gojo Satoru briefly finished his discovery, tilted his head and looked at Edogawa Conan suspiciously, "Have you really not been cursed like "100% sure to encounter every case"? "

Edogawa Conan: "...Is there such a curse?"

In fact, he also felt that the frequency of the cases he encountered was a bit outrageous. If he was cursed, it would not be impossible...

He was about to ask how to lift the curse when he heard the young man say in a tone of 'are you stupid': "Of course not."

Edogawa Conan: ...

"To put it simply, curses arise from negative human emotions, such as fear, fear, etc. These emotions accumulate to a certain amount to form a curse spirit—that is, the kind of thing lying on that guy's back today."

How could he know this kind of thing?

Edogawa Conan showed dead fish eyes, and he was full of doubts in his heart. He didn't rush to find the answer, but asked, "What do you need me for?"

Avoiding the police, bringing him here together, and revealing so much information one after another, is it impossible to say that there are no pictures?Since there is a place where he is needed, it is equivalent to having a bargaining chip, and he can use it to learn more.

What?

Gojo Satoru hadn't figured it out yet. Compared to Edogawa Conan's idea, his intention was much simpler.Why did you bring Edogawa Conan here?very simple.

Because I thought it would be fun.

And compared to the fact that the other party has only a half-knowledge about curses and doesn't know how to measure it, so he ran into danger when he acted recklessly, and even lost his life because of it, it's better to explain the matter and let him have a full understanding of this field to feel awe and ensure safety.

So Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment and asked, "What's your name? I mean your real name."

For this kind of ordinary people who can't see the curse but know the existence of the curse, it is customary to make a record.

On the one hand, it prevents them from going outside to inform other people and cause panic (although the biggest possibility is that he himself was sent to a mental hospital), on the other hand, it is also convenient for the other party to report to the magician when they encounter some events caused by the magic spirit. help.Although the possibility is very small, but after all, be prepared.

"... Kudo Shinichi."

The name Gojo Satoru was a little familiar, and he thought about it for a moment: "The savior of the police?"

I've seen it in newspapers for a while, and then I became a famous detective Kogoro.It turned out to be a person.

I didn't think it before, but now Kudo Shinichi feels a little ashamed for no reason.

"I remember that your height should be higher than one meter." Gojo Satoru recalled the photos in the newspaper, and determined that Kudo Shinichi's height should be about the same as Meguro Shisan, "How did you become a child?"

No strange curses or spells, but shrinking from a high school student to a child, Gojo Satoru wondered why.Of course, he would never be wrong, so there must be other reasons.

"It's the effect of a kind of drug." Edogawa Conan said bluntly, the other party is an existence in a non-scientific field, and has a not simple connection with the police. The existence of the black organization was learned by them, but the first thing he had to worry about was Qin Wine them up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed a familiar word: "Which organization?"

"The Black Clothes Organization." Gojo Satoru said, "It sounds like a small and poor cannon fodder organization, have you ever heard of it?"

Small and poor?

"...do you remember what 'a certain dangerous criminal organization' that 'Virtuoso' joined? "

Gojo Satoru guessed: "Organization in black?"

"It's just a nickname because most of their members are dressed in black. It doesn't have a name—I said, did you read the information given by Yidizhi?"

"Isn't this Chuya's mission? I'm just here to help~ Chuya just take a good look at it."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Although it's not the first time I've seen such a thick-skinned person, but Wujo Satoru is definitely the only one who is so thick-skinned.

"If the enemy is the same, then we are on the same front." Gojo Satoru looked at Edogawa Conan, "So what is that medicine called?"

Where does 'so' come from?

Edogawa Conan was also almost lost his temper by him, saying, "APTX4869."

"very long."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to find it and try it?"

"Don't you think it's fun to be a kid?"

No, regardless of whether it is interesting or not, the key point is not here.Edogawa Conan's mouth twitched, and said: "The effect of this medicine is not to make people smaller. APTX4869 itself is a kind of poison developed and used. People who take it will not be checked for the cause of death after death."

"The reason why I became like this is because I was lucky and encountered a small probability event. So you'd better not have that kind of thought, you will really die."

"Isn't that more interesting!" Gojo Gojo's eyes lit up, "I haven't died yet."

As if someone here has died.

... indeed there are.

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, couldn't bear it anymore and stretched out his hand to pat Gojo Wu. The gravity ability was attached to his arm, which happened to break through the no-lower limit technique that Wujo Wu automatically activated. The latter didn't hide, and his hand fell on his shoulder, and He shot it crookedly.

So Gojo Satoru finally closed his mouth, and picked up the drink in front of him aggrieved.

When the edge of the cup touched his lips, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and the waiter who had never seen him smiled apologetically, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Customer, I just found out that our drinks are not fresh. alright."

She didn't take her eyes off the cup that Gojo Satoshi was holding to her lips, nervous and uneasy.

It's not just a problem of stale drinks, there are also strange things in it.Detective instinct says so.

The waiter came in and was about to take back the 'stale' drink. Edogawa Conan just wanted to remind the two of them not to give it to her, but Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled, the rim of the cup touched his lower lip, and drank it all in one go Liquid in a glass.

After putting down the cup, he showed the bottom of the empty cup to the waiter, his smile remained unchanged, "Oh, I'm sorry, I finished it~"

The poor waiter was petrified, he let go of the tray he was holding, and fell to the ground himself.

Seeing her reaction, everyone knew that there was something tricky. Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up "shua", clasped the sides of the five enlightened heads with both hands, and frowned, "How do you feel?! I will take you to find home Enter the doctor."

In just a short while, Gojo Satoru's lips were already turning purple, and he closed his eyes tightly, unable to tell whether he was in pain or not.

The waiter said in a daze: "It's useless, it's full of cyanide, he can't live to see the doctor..."

Edogawa Conan also smelled bitter almonds from the cup in front of him, and his face turned pale.

Cyanide is a highly toxic substance with quick effects and low lethal dose, so it often appears in various criminal investigation films. Even Zhongyuan Zhongyuan knows about it. Severe poisoning is generally incurable. But if there is a reversal technique...Damn it, the key is time!Gojo Satoru couldn't last until then!

What's the matter with this guy, the bitter almond smell in the cup is so strong, you can smell it from far away, isn't he always addicted to sweets?Why are you not self-willed at this time——

"Are your eyes red?" Gojo Satoru, who was 'almost unable to hold on', suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Nakahara Chuya's eyes, "Hands are shaking a little too, eh~ are you worried about me?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Edogawa Conan: ...

waiter:……

The red-haired boy turned cold, and pushed his head away from his hand, "Get lost."

"Angry?" The head quickly moved over again, eyebrows and eyes curved, and the color of the lips returned to rosy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I will reverse the spell, so I won't die~"

"...you know how to reverse the spell?"

Nakahara Chuya's tone made him feel a little inexplicably guilty, Gojo Satoru blinked, and tentatively replied, "Well...healing yourself is no problem."

The boy's face became colder and colder.

He remembered the first time he was exercising martial arts with Gojo Satoru in the training class that day, when the other party suddenly opened up and was punched in the side of the face by him.

It turns out that he can reverse the spell and heal himself...

"what."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Feeling at a loss for Nakahara Chuya's attitude, the waiter's unbelievable voice sounded first before he could ask.

"You, what do you—"

Gojo Satoru sighed, "Let me tell you, no matter how much hatred there is, it won't be so much."

You can smell it as soon as you smell it. Is it because I am afraid that others will not find out that there is a problem with the drink?

At least five times the lethal dose, that's an exaggeration!

This guy was obviously doing this kind of thing for the first time, he was not proficient in his business, and he didn't even take a good look at it after injecting the poison. His colleagues brought it to them, and she rushed to go back.

Although the poison did not kill anyone, such behavior can already constitute a crime.

With the complicated mood of experiencing ups and downs, Edogawa Conan took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the police.

The finger that stretched out suddenly hung up the unanswered call.

The waiter stopped trying to escape, and looked hopefully at the white-haired young man. The carefully painted makeup made her look like an exquisite doll, with tear-soaked pupils sparkling, a thin figure, and slender wrists. Yingying is unbearable, and she is the type that can easily arouse people's desire to protect.

"Sir, I was just impulsive. In fact, I was planning to give up at that time, but when I wanted to deal with it, I was brought here by a colleague by accident. Please don't call the police. No matter what the conditions are, I—"

"Hey, Yizhi." Gojo Satoru gave her a light look, "Mm, um, it's ready? That's great, let's deal with the matter here."

On the other end of the phone, Yi Dizhi, who thought he could take a rest, had a bitter face, but Gojo Gojo's bad deeds were ahead, and he didn't have the guts to refuse, so he could only ask bitterly, "What's the matter?"

The wink was thrown at the blind man, and the waiter knew that they were not going to let her go, but she didn't want to go to prison at a young age.

If she calms down and thinks about it, she has already cleaned up the bag containing the compound, and the poisoned cup was brought by a colleague without her fingerprints on it, and the monitoring in the tea room has been broken for a week.In other words, there is no evidence to prove that the poison in it was poisoned by her.

It will be all right.

Even if the police came, they couldn't just convict her.

As she thought about it, the fear in her heart gradually dissipated, but when she looked up, she saw the white-haired man standing up.

"Chuya, let's go back."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood up without saying a word.

"Are you still angry?" Gojo Satoru leaned down, his purely confused ice-blue pupils met the boy's cobalt-blue pupils, "Why?"

The guy obviously forgot.

Zhongyuan Zhong also let out a 'tsk', feeling that he was really bored because of this anger, but he couldn't just expose it so easily, "After the matter is resolved, fight with me."

This time he would beat him to death, anyway Gojo Satoru would reverse the spell and be able to heal himself.

The teenager grinned, his bright cobalt blue eyes fixed on him.

Gojo Satoru understood his meaning in an instant, puffed up his face childishly, but did not refuse.