Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"Researcher of the Black Organization and savior of the Japanese police."

Didan Primary School.

Gojo Satoru pouted and held a straw in his mouth, leaning against the telephone pole at the school gate. Even the sweetness of the sugar could not dispel the resentment in Maomao's heart.

The big white cat is in a bad mood and is annoyed!

Such a fun plan, with three options to choose from, but the world's greatest teacher Gojou only got the task of coming here to meet the little devil.

Angry, what kind of bad luck is this.

Ah~ He really wants to blow up the experimental base. If not, he might as well deal with that old man who wants to live forever~

He is so jealous! That's a terrorist organization! Underground boss! Rain of bullets and guns! topkiller eh! How cool! How handsome! What a five-jou enlightenment!

But why does he, who is so invincible and cute, want to squat at the entrance of the elementary school with two completely uncute little carrot heads?

"So handsome, who is that man?"

"White hair! So beautiful! I want to go and ask for my contact information!"

"Why do you have to cover your eyes?"

"And the legs are so long! Are you two meters tall?"

It was the end of school, and there were a lot of people coming and going near the school. The sound of scattered discussions reached Gojo Satoru's ears. The tips of the cat's ears stood up, and he hummed——

As expected, I am the most handsome one. These people are quite discerning and they are not worth wasting his time waiting for someone here.

The silky Maomao teased Kirakira's silver hair. He raised his head and chest, and the corners of his mouth were lifted up in amusement. The cute sounds in his ears became louder and louder. The happy kitten exchanged with a cute little sister again. After getting the contact information of his classmates, Gojo Satoru touched his chin with satisfaction.

OK! Satisfied! He stopped complaining!

Wait, what is he doing here?

Ah, yes, I almost forgot about the real thing! Gojo Satoru retracted his peacock posture for a second and looked up to see a group of dwarfs laughing and joking as they walked out of the school gate.

A little girl with chestnut hair and a little boy with black hair.

target get.

"Yo!" A tall, white-haired man blocked the way. A 2.8-meter-tall young man squatted in front of the children. He raised his hand and greeted with a kid-trafficking smile: "Hello, Kudo Arata. Yihe...Miss Shirley~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Edogawa Conan's expression changed dramatically!

"Haha, ha, what are you talking about, big brother? Why can't I understand..." Edogawa Conan subconsciously stood in front of Haibara Ai. His short stature provided a shadow for the girl behind him to hide, and his palms were sweating. It took a lot of risks, but he still stood firm.

"It's okay. Azawa said that he needs Miss Haihara's help for something. Can you two come with us?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head and made the gesture of forcibly inviting people like in the eight o'clock TV show.

This posture was also used by Zenyuan family members not long ago to invite guests to join the family, but in the end Gojo Shinta punched him into the trunk of a tree.

"..."

"I can go with you, the doctor is still waiting for Haiyuan to come home..."

"No, the new kid can go home first ~ but the kid behind you must stay." Gojo Satoru said: "There is no way, my illiterate family can't understand the messy medical terminology, so I have to ask the kid Miss, please help me."

With that said, Gojo Satoru no longer cared about the shivering little girl and the extremely guarded little detective, and evacuated the school with two little carrot heads in his big hands.

……

"This, here is...!"

The geographical location changes in an instant.

It was windy and snowy, and the wind was freezing on the ice-covered island. The two little ones who had taken off their heavy cotton-padded jackets shivered. Kudo Shinichi looked at the unfamiliar environment around him with a blank face. The little detective didn't understand why. Such a transformation of heaven and earth.

Science & Technology? magic?

No, no, magic, right? It must be magic! The little detective started to get messy in the wind.

Wait for Haiyuan! It must be strange for Haibara too! ! Kudo Shinichi turned around in a daze and started looking for familiar support, but...

The petite girl was shaking, as if she had lost consciousness, with only fear driving her instincts.

"Haihara!" Kudo Shinichi was startled and could no longer pay attention to the environment.

"This is...the laboratory of the organization..." The aura of the organization made Haiyuan Ai uncontrollably fearful. She could hardly control herself, and the pain of approaching death kept coming to her heart. At this time, the young girl could no longer see Any expression of childhood is only filled with despair.

This is where she escapes...the source of her nightmares.

"Ah, I found it, I found it, there." Gojo Satoru held the two children in one hand and lifted the bandage in front of his eyes with the other hand. Through the ice and snow in the sky, he found the little illiterate who was touching here and there in the laboratory. .

……

"Mr. Killer, you still don't want to tell me. What's the secret here?" In the deepest part of the laboratory, Atobe Keizawa poked at the unknown equipment boredly. There was too much information here, except for the ones destroyed by Mr. Killer. Part of it, and there are still a lot of things left. It would be best to burn them all on fire.

It's a pity that Hagiwara Kenji specially told him that he had a kid he knew who was smart and had an incredible IQ. He was a promising little detective. But he was so unlucky that an accident ruined his peaceful daily life and turned him into a... A three-headed kid.

He's a friend of the second year of junior high school. It's rare for a junior to be willing to help, so there's nothing he can do.

Researchers of the black organization and saviors of the Japanese police, I hope these two can do something about the situation here.

"Hey, Aze." Gojo Satoru pushed the two children in with a carefree attitude, "The two of them are here."

In an unfamiliar environment, Gojo Satoru let go, and Edogawa Conan immediately pulled Haibara Ai behind him as soon as he landed. He carefully looked at the surrounding environment and the two unidentified people in the laboratory.

"Who are you?" Conan asked cautiously.

"What's going on? You didn't explain to them..." Atobe Keizawa turned around, his eyes touched the defensive children, and he understood: "Okay, you didn't explain."

"To put it simply, Hagiwara Kenji asked us to bring you here to see if there is any data on your recovery." Atobe Kagezawa spoke concisely and comprehensively, as if he had said one sentence, and as if he had said nothing at all, but in the end I got the name of an acquaintance, which made Edogawa Conan feel a lot more at ease.

"You said, here is the experimental data of APTX4869?" Conan was surprised when he reacted.

"APTX4869? What is that? Maybe there is one?" Atobe Keizawa stepped aside, with a fresh experimental machine in front of him. He whispered: "You still have two hours to find the data you need, Miss Researcher, just It depends on your ability.”

Leaving the home field to the researcher lady and the great detective, the idle real illiterate Atobe Keizawa and the fake illiterate Satoru Gojo started toying with new gadgets they had never seen before in the laboratory, becoming the biggest gai in the dangerous laboratory.

"Are you okay?" Conan carefully helped Hui Yuan Ai, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked with concern.

"Kudo..." Haiyuan Ai sat blankly, his fingertips tugging on Conan's sleeve: "This is the main laboratory of APTX4869..."

For a moment, Kudo Shinichi was shocked.

Legend has it that the flapping of a butterfly's wings in South America is enough to trigger a hurricane in another part of the world weeks later, just as water drops into the sea and creates waves.

On this day, Kudo Shinichi, who was in the black organization's laboratory, thought in hindsight that he might have seen a miracle called "hope".