The supernatural power is called Ke Xue World

The world split open the moment the man turned around, as if someone had thrown a stone through the glass.

Slow but fast, it seems that someone is using slow motion to slow down this fast happening by thousands of light years and present it in front of Kudo Shinichi one by one.

The young man standing in place turned his head to look at everything around him.

But he found that everything disappeared, and he stood in the center of the universe.

Nothing, everything seemed like a dream.

No, it should be said that this is one of his dreams.

The slate, Qisan and the book floated beside him, and his world was already shattered.

The failure of world promotion has never been so easy to recover, otherwise there would not be only a few real worlds in this universe.

The boy's figure gradually disintegrated, and finally turned into a little boy.

The little boy in a blue suit looked at the World Tree seed emerging from his heart, stretched out his immature hand, and held it in his palm.

The slate, Qisan and the book, when the seeds fell into the palm, they shattered silently.

They are the sacrifices of the new world, this reborn world will no longer have any superpowers, and those that will disappear with the old world will never appear again.

A faint point of light in the distance, through the barrier of time and space, sent a gift from someone who passed away.

"The agreement has been completed, please confirm acceptance."

Kudo Shinichi, no, Edogawa Conan, looked at someone's show operation product, showing a dumbfounding expression.

Thinking of the coquettish operation that a group of people complained about a certain former savior and sold the parallel world to the space of the Lord God, they never thought that this was their last hope.

It took less than a second for the world to be broken until he was given the World Tree seed, and then to the final deduction made by the cornerstones of the world.

The little boy in blue stretched out his hand, took over the white spot of light, and placed it side by side with the World Tree seed.

The light spot containing the backup of the old world quickly combined with the seeds of the world tree.

In the next second, out of the shelter of the world tree seed, Conan in the universe had difficulty breathing.

Consciousness also became a little fuzzy, but what he thought in his mind was:

Fortunately, that unreliable guy back then had fused enough world lines so that the conflicting worlds could always find a reasonable explanation.

By the way, when the world was broken, the adults who subconsciously helped him showed a somewhat peaceful smile.

Even though I just look like an elementary school student, what the hell are Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru thinking.

The new world expanded rapidly under the light spot containing the wishes of more than 10 people, and then wrapped the boy in it.

Oxygen was quickly poured into the drowsy little boy's lungs, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

On the green and bright lawn, the little boy slowly changed back to Kudo Shinichi again.

Mao Lilan, who couldn't find her childhood sweetheart, looked at the boy lying on the lawn, tilted her head helplessly, and gently pulled Suzuki Sonoko, who was about to open her voice, away from a corner of the campus.

The bright sunshine spreads through the air to every corner of the world.

On the campus of the former High School of Magic, now known as the Religious School

"Wujo Wu, what is the Christian doctrine?"

The boy lying heavily on the table finally woke up under the push of the boy with the ball head.

Rubbing his head, the white-haired boy opened his starry sky blue eyes, hecked and said:

"Ah, Xia Youjie, get out of class is over? Then let's go eat."

"Gojo Satoru, get out and stand for punishment."

The boy who woke up raised his eyes to look at the dark face of the head teacher Noctua Moth Zhengdao. He blinked and glared at Xia Youjie. classroom.

Then, leaning against the sunlight outside the classroom, he fell into a deep sleep again.

"Gojo Satoru, I made you stand instead of sleep!"

The stern voice resounded throughout the campus, startling the birds again.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi, stand up and answer this question for me."

The boy who was distracted heard the teacher's voice and subconsciously stood up from his seat, blushing as he looked at the unfamiliar topic on the blackboard.

Suddenly, a circle of men in black appeared on the periphery of the classroom, and a face that had only been seen in the photos walked out of the crowd.

The man scanned the entire film, and finally focused on Sawada Tsunayoshi. He grinned and showed his big white teeth:

"Hey, son, your dad and I dug an oil field, so you don't have to study."

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was sitting on the extended version of Lincoln, looked at the 82-year-old Lafite in front of him and gently squeezed his leg.

"Hey, Kunikida, what do you want?"

Osamu Dazai, who was listening to music with earphones looking for inspiration, looked at the man who ruthlessly removed his equipment, his expression became grim.

"Bastard, Dazai, where's your manuscript?"

"I'm not Dazai Osamu, I'm Oba Yozo. The Dazai Osamu you are looking for is behind you."

Kunikida glanced at the person in front of him suspiciously, then slowly turned his gaze to the back, and looked at the guy who was talking with Sakunosuke Oda in a sand-colored trench coat, showing his face to the person in front of him.

Immediately turned around, ready to apologize to the person on the sofa.

Ranpo Edogawa, who wandered in with a pack of Brand Brand marshmallows, raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and immediately exposed the deception.

"Kunikida, he is Dazai."

Then, Atsushi Nakajima, who was stuck in the corner with the sun in his eyes, turned his head to look at Izumi Kyoka with a smile, and put down his pen.

Appreciate this scene.

The wind chimes rang, and Zhongyuan Zhong, who was carrying a large bag and a small bag, looked at the person being lifted in the air and sneered.

The lovely blond-haired loli dragged a decadent man with dark circles into the publishing house, and said loudly:

"I'm here to submit the manuscript."

In an instant, the man behind Little Lolita showed a pained expression, and shouted in a broken voice:

"Jasmine sauce, Natsume-sensei's publishing house will be blocked if this goes on."

Ozaki Koyo and Yosano Akiko walked into the room from the balcony through the separation made by the green vines, and gently opened the manuscript on the table.

Immediately, the laughter of the two women echoed in the space of the publishing house for a long time.

Guangjin Liulang stood in the corner silently puffing the shredded tobacco, the rising white mist blurred his vision.

"Ahem, cough, Zhou Fangzun, can't you stop smoking?"

Munakata Reisi looked to his side, who had hair that was wrong since he was a child, and frowned slightly.

The man who was told, with short dark red hair and wearing a leather jacket with a fur collar, ignored someone's words.

Then, looking at the smoke that was thrown on the ground, and taking another look, a certain elite stomped on the sparks in an explosive manner.

The sleeping lion opened his eyes, looked around the empty park, stretched out his hand to glance at the man, and imprisoned him in his arms.

Ignoring someone's voice, she took a nap under the sunlight and covered by the man on her body in the shadow.

"Well, this sleep is really comfortable."

In the jungle studio, the big star Yu Shaoshen Zi stretched her waist, twisted her neck that was sore from being scratched, and looked at the opposite manager who was typing on the computer, Bishui Liu.

After staring at it for a while, he found that he had nothing to do with himself, stood up, opened the door, walked into the dance room next door, and narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the junior Gojo Sukuna who was dancing heartily inside.

Just as he was about to step forward to teach, the sound of the bird flapping its wings came from the corridor, making him look outside.

"Eat, eat."

At the dinner table, a group of people enjoyed the food served by assistant Feng Shengwu, and watched the content on the TV in the corner.

"Today, Bailan Cotton Candy Company was listed on the US stock market, and the opening price exploded..."

The man sitting on the leather sofa in the CEO's office casually unwrapped a pack of marshmallows beside him to identify the new flavors from the laboratory.

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Enter"

Bai Lan turned her head to look at the person who came in, tilted her head and said:

"Xiaozheng, what's wrong?"

"Dr. Miyano Shiho, you have developed a new flavor of cotton candy, please try it."

Hearing this, the bored man sitting behind the desk suddenly regained his energy, stood up quickly, and set off for the laboratory under his name.

A bright red sports car drew a beautiful arc on the street. The face of the big star Belmode, wearing sunglasses, murdered a piece of film under the flashing lights.

Under the Chandelier Building, the woman got out of the car neatly and threw the car keys into the doorman's arms.

At the same time, a black Porsche also stopped at the door.

A man with a handsome face came down from the co-pilot, looked at the woman who was watching playfully at the door, and showed a sneer.

Then, without looking back, he walked into the building.

"So GIN, who is an international supermodel, is filming an advertisement with me today?"

The big star's red lips were slightly curved, he looked at the special assistant of someone in the co-pilot, raised his eyebrows, and followed him in.

"Welcome, everyone, to the live performance of the world's top magician Kaito Kuroba."

The host's announcement sounded at the front desk, and the young man waiting behind the scenes turned his head and whispered to the old man beside him,

"One day, I will turn top into number one."

"Next, I invite Master Kuroba Kaito."

Hearing the host's voice, the boy put a poker smile on his face and ran onto the stage.

The boy standing in the center of the stage seemed to focus the lights of the whole world.

In the next second, with a wave of the boy's hand, a dreamy starry sky unfolded in front of everyone's eyes.

The teenager who had been lying on the lawn for a long time rubbed his eyes, looked at the place where the police car bell sounded, and stood up with a bang.

Meanwhile, somewhere in England, a young detective with an eagle on his shoulder is talking in front of the police.

boom--

"Pingji, hurry up and eat."

In the kendo arena, the black-skinned boy who split the wooden board wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked out of the restaurant under the call of his mother.

Ah cut-

"Feyya, I'm out of ideas."

Sitting at the desk, the pale man looked up at his best friend Gogol, and cast a glance at Pushkin who was sleeping in the corner.

After looking around for a while, looking at Ivan who was holding black tea and reading the newspaper in the restaurant, he silently put down the pen in his hand.

"Let's take a break!"

The snow in Siberia is still so white, it is indeed not as clean as the Antarctic glaciers.

Wearing thin clothes, walking barefoot on the ice, the man in black looked at the dazzling sun above his head, his pink lips slightly curved:

"Good job, Conan-kun."

The author has something to say: see the column for the brother chapter of this article, and I will open this book next.

Title: What the hell is the leader?

Copywriter:

Kudo Shinichi, 17 years old, is a detective by profession.

Possess passive abilities - a world of materialism.

Suffering from severe Yokohama PTSD, since childhood, as long as he goes to Yokohama, there must be natural and man-made disasters.

A certain bandage: Kudo Shinichi?Oh~ Is it Lord Shinigami?

The detective who thinks he is a person with different abilities: the little cousin is a person with different abilities who doesn't think he is a person with different abilities.

A strongest magician in Tokyo: When you want to be lazy, you just need to lead the detective to the place and you will be cured. It's really useful~

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Ten years later, Kudo Shinichi looked at his disciples all over the country, resting his forehead in thought.

Isn't he the successor of materialism?Why did he suddenly have his own church?What went wrong?