"How come you have this thing?"
Mochizuki took out the Hell Coin check and looked condescendingly at the slovenly fellow being carried out by the little skeleton. It was the first time she had seen such a miserable mess.
There are thousands of graves around here, filled with ownerless bones. With so many effective resources, a novice can arm himself into a fighting machine.
Hundreds of years have passed since he was buried here, and this guy only has the upper body. This is simply unscientific.
She said how could Kudo be so lucky because his feelings for the other person could not come out at all and he could only stay in the coffin obediently.
When the sloppy skeleton heard Mochizuki's question, he tilted his head in confusion, touched his body for a long time, and finally took out a brand new Ming coin from his torn pocket. The value was larger than the one in Mochizuki's hand.
Good guy, even if he commits a crime in front of her, a real bad guy, he still acts cute and pretends to be innocent.
"I asked you where you came from."
Mochizuki gritted her teeth. If it hadn't been for the fact that it hadn't done any bad things, and it looked really miserable, she would have violently enforced the law.
The sloppy skeleton looked at Yue but didn't answer, and handed over the dirty mobile phone. He looked like an ignorant and innocent child, but he didn't want to communicate with her directly without soul fire.
Mochizuki slapped her phone down with a fan, looked at the flickering soul fire of the dirty skeleton with evil intentions, and had a despicable thought in her heart.
The soul fire is so active, its intelligence must be quite high, if she removes the other bones of the opponent and only one head is left.
That's not just what she said.
As she said, Mochizuki waved her hand towards the little skeleton on standby. The bones on its body weren't very good anyway, so she thought it was charity. After investigating the matter, she would give it a free pair of bones from the underworld. The high-quality skeleton will brighten its little eyes when the time comes.
The process was quite violent, but fortunately the sloppy skeleton didn't resist much. It seemed to have no feelings for the skeleton on its body and watched helplessly as the little skeleton dismantled it into parts.
He just rolled up the coins and mobile phone that fell on the ground and held them in his mouth.
The soul fire broke away from the shackles of the skeleton and floated in the air, flickering and becoming even more active than before.
Mochizuki was a bit dumbfounded. She felt like she had helped the other party a lot. It was all because this guy started too quickly and even tore off his head. Now there was only a pile of soul fire left, and she had to find something to contain it again.
Mochizuki cursed secretly and was about to search in the wooden sign space when he saw the soul fire that was originally rolled into a ball began to stretch and gradually turned into a humanoid object with a faint light.
He held a mobile phone and a ghost coin in his left hand, and held a tattered book tightly in his right hand. His two big eyes hidden under his eyelashes kept flickering.
Mochizuki's left hand holding the fan paused slightly. This hand is really beautiful. Her soul strength may not be able to do it so freely, but why does this guy keep imitating others? He doesn't have his own face to use!
Mochizuki looked at the face in front of her that was exactly like hers, and nervously launched her sneak attack skill, snatching the book directly from the opponent's hand.
Kudo had left the mobile phone behind, and she had already checked the Ming coins. There were no clues on it, and now this booklet looked a bit suspicious.
"Detective Conan"
Mochizuki looked at the big words on the page, and his brain was running rapidly. Is there any famous person named Conan in this world? The search failed, so Mochizuki reasoned according to logic.
Detective + person’s name, it’s obvious that he is a detective. Wild ghosts from hundreds of years ago also liked this kind of thing. I really didn’t expect it!
Mochizuki glanced at the cover with admiration, and what came into view was a somewhat familiar primary school student, wearing a small suit and a pair of old-fashioned glasses.
Opposite him stood a figure covered in darkness. The primary school student lowered his head slightly, his glasses emitted an unknown light, one hand was in his pocket, and the other pointed at the figure hidden in the darkness.
There is also a motto in the detective world - there is only one truth, and the culprit is you.
Mochizuki raised her eyebrows. It felt pretty good. Although it was not as good as the recently popular detective Zuo Wenzi, it already attracted her interest in reading. No wonder this guy is so precious.
Mochizuki kicked away the scattered skeletons on the ground, and hinted to the little skeleton to be on guard at all times. He then found a clean place to sit down, preparing to read this comic book that had been treasured for hundreds of years.
Books like this that were buried in the coffin were either the owner's favorites or legendary orphans, but she liked both.
Mochizuki smiled and opened the first page of the book.
Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era was the savior of the Japanese police. The title page of the booklet did not include the author's life, but instead focused on the protagonist's achievements.
Mochizuki smacked her lips, her tone was quite loud, even the police were doing it, it looked very powerful!
High school detective Kudo Shinichi, huh?
Mochizuki looked at the famous detective who was leaning against the corner and looking cool in the comics, and felt a little awkward in his heart. Fortunately, the protagonist was Edogawa Conan standing in front of him. This Kudo should be the first character to be cannon fodder. The author's arrangement is still It's really interesting, she just happens to have a problem with people named Kudo.
Mochizuki nodded and simply turned to the story page, where several twisted and sinister characters appeared.
Villa Villa Murder Case! ! !
In the black and white comics, Kudo Shinichi, who was a cannon fodder, was invited by the police to appear in a villa. After some investigation, he kicked a globe directly towards the host of the banquet, and then brought the prisoner to justice.
As expected, Mochizuki continued to flip the book back. After the case was solved, it was widely reported by reporters. Kudo Shinichi became famous, which directly affected the business of Xiao Qingmei Mao Lilan's father.
Why are these names more familiar to her than the last? Even the places are all familiar to her. What’s even weirder is that there’s no problem with their occupations.
Mochizuki licked his lips uneasily. Although the comic was a bit broken, many things could still be seen from it, such as Mr. Mori's detective agency, the school uniforms worn by Kudo Shinichi and Mori Ran, and the school they attended.
There is also the police officer Memu who comes out to make soy sauce. They are all familiar people and things to her. No matter how you look at this book, there is something wrong!
Mochizuki raised her head and looked at the soul sitting on the ground imitating her. What on earth was this guy doing?
What kind of Detective Conan? The protagonist in it is obviously Kudo Shinichi, and Edogawa Conan is probably the cannon fodder.
"What's this?"
Mochizuki couldn't help but ask. From the moment they met, this guy pretended to be very good and seemed harmless at all. But no matter what questions she asked, he just wouldn't answer.
“A Blueprint for World-Building.”
The sound of urn and qi came from the soul fire, and with Wangyue's familiar voice, what he said was surprising.
"Use Detective Comics as a blueprint, you're very clever."
Mochizuki sneered. With the thickness of this book, it is estimated that it cannot even pass the one-month timeline. If this thing is used as a blueprint for the world, what will it be like, a big time cycle?
Mochizuki shook her head and shook off all the whimsical thoughts in her mind. How could a brat find the courage to speak such high-class words as the world blueprint?
She has been in this world for so long, and she only dares to regulate the territory of her office. She can't be too ambitious.
