The supernatural power is called Ke Xue World

In Tokyo's huge underground sewers, the residences of the members of the green group who are kings are like model rooms at a furniture exhibition.

However, due to the ability of the Green King to compare water flow, he can move this room underground at will, and instantly come to the passages near more than 100 exits.

"Liu, I finished warning that little detective."

Feng Shengwu lazily took the Fallen Angel brand beer in his hand and swayed into the model room to report his results, and then collapsed on the sofa in the room, looking at Bishuiliu sitting in front of the desk,

"I'm not good at sniping. Fortunately, that kid has a mysterious luck. I almost thought he was going to die. However, Liu He doesn't look like he wants to give up."

Thinking of the little detective who was very sensible at the beginning in the dark room, and mistook him for his actions after the long silence, Feng Shengwu raised his eyebrows and looked at Bishuiliu who was manipulating the network.

"A detective is like a cat. Once he smells the smell of dried fish, he will never let go."

Blinking his eyes, looking at the code edited by Kudo Shinichi collected on the screen, Bishui showed a surprised expression,

"As expected of a savior, is such an outsider thinking of rejecting supernatural powers?"

Listening to Bishuiliu's words, Feng Shengwu, who was lying on the sofa, thought of Kudo Shinichi who ran away from home and lived in a church a few years ago.

Young, intelligent, and highly emotionally intelligent, the child who was able to thrive in the church in just two days naturally also came into the sight of the clan who was the Gray King, and began to make insinuations.

They even created an opportunity for Kudo Shinichi to get close to Feng Shengwu. Just when the two knew they would meet each other, Chi Wang fell into the sword.

The power of the king's fallen sword exceeded everyone's expectations.

In the eyes of people in Yokohama that day, bursting red exploded in the air in an instant, and a red meteor shower with flames descended.

The sound of wailing, crying, praying, and everything was caught by Feng Shengwu. He tried his best to support a barrier, and he wanted to protect people.

He failed, and the little boy who was supposed to be protected in the basement of the church suddenly appeared on this scorched land, at the moment that child appeared.

The bright red color disappeared from everyone's eyes, and the sword of King Qing who was broken in the sky never appeared above Yu Zhang Xun's head after that time.

"So it was an earthquake? But, is that some kind of mirage?"

In the hell on earth, the person who cast a gleam of light did not realize this at all. He just kept a stern face, using the knowledge he had learned in the book, and began to resolutely search in the ruins.

"Did King Red be beheaded by King Qing? Well done!"

As the outside world calmed down, his clan came out of the church behind him one after another. They joined the search and rescue team with the boy. One of the clans watched Feng Shengwu staring at the back of Kudo Shinichi, casually Patted his own king on the shoulder:

"Haha, I didn't expect this kid to be so courageous. What do you think of him, Wang?"

Feng Shengwu didn't reply to his clan's words. He felt the power that he had never seen before, stared at the busy figure, walked in another direction, and said casually:

"Still a kid, he doesn't fit in."

Perhaps it was because the image Kudo Shinichi left behind for him was too powerful. After finding the overwhelmed Hitosui from the ruins, facing the child who was king in the ruins, the almost crazy remarks——Liberation Slate, the dream of allowing everyone to have supernatural powers, he did not refuse.

Three days later, Kudo Shinichi's parents finally found them and took over their naughty son from Feng Shengwu's clan.

Staring at the back of the happy family leaving after fighting, Feng Shengwu lowered his eyes and left.The next day, the Gray King clan was disbanded, and the world no longer knew his whereabouts.

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There was a burst of clapping from the desk, and Feng Shengwu took another sip of beer when he saw that he was so happy, and asked curiously while writing today's dinner list on the coffee table:

"what happened?"

"The Red King and the Blue King have lost their power, and their memory has changed slightly. It's really interesting. I didn't expect that Kudo-kun's supernatural power will become stronger after awakening. Just seeing the flames on the clan, he even denied it. What about the strength of the two kings..."

Hearing this sentence, Feng Shengwu's pupils constricted, and Yu Shaoshen Zi, who came back from the door, was also startled. He had heard for a long time not to provoke this detective, but he didn't expect this detective's ability to be so terrifying.

"Oops, Sukuna went looking for him. He doesn't know that detective's abilities."

"Oh, didn't I tell him?"

Seeing her own king with a confused face, Yu Shaoshen Zi helped her forehead with a headache.

How should I put it, I should have said it, but during the meeting, that brat was playing a game, right?

"That's too bad. After all, the King of Gold lost two boosters. Will we also lose our power in the end?"

Feng Shengwu snorted, lay down on the sofa, held up the beer in his hand, the chandelier above his head hit the metal on the edge, and turned into a star in his hand.

When Feng Shengwu lay down and prepared to follow the development of the incident, a petite figure appeared in the room through the window, and everyone looked at Sukuna who hadn't looked for anyone in an instant.

Noticing everyone's eyes on him, Sukuna was taken aback and stammered:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sukuna, didn't you bother to find that little detective?"

Yu Shaoshen Zi touched the silver-white soft hair on the top of Sukuna's head in surprise, leaned over to Sukuna's ear, observed the almost invisible scar on someone's face, and pondered for a while.

"Sukuna, who hit you?"

Hearing Yu Shao Shen Zi's words, Bi Shui Liu paused for a moment, and began typing on the keyboard, while Feng Shengwu dragged out a medicine box from under the sofa, and beckoned to Sukuna for him to come over.

After being in a stalemate for a while, the awkward Sukuna obediently sat on the vacant seat on the sofa vacated by Feng Shengwu, and then gently pressed the OK bandage on his cheek with slightly cool fingers.

"Well, is it him?"

Looking at the image that appeared in the center of the room, Sukuna squinted his eyes, his lips twitched for a while, and then nodded after a long while.

On the virtual screen is a guy wearing a dark blue uniform and wearing gold-rimmed sunglasses. The name displayed on the data loaded next to him is Ryobi Shui Liu. He kept looking at the virtual screen and Sukuna, and then slightly tilted tilt head:

"Gojo Satoru? Is that the same surname as Suku? Is he also a family member who came to arrest you?"

"But they don't look much alike. One has gray hair and the other has white hair, one has blue eyes and the other has green eyes. So, Suku, did you mutate, or did your cousin mutate?"

Yu Shao Shen Zi stayed on her yoga mat and did a difficult movement that 90.00% of the people in the world could not do. She looked at Sukuna who was holding a stick on the sofa and closed herself.

After a long silence, the people in the green group tacitly let go of the cutie on the sofa, and discussed the issue of supper.

On the other side, Kudo Shinichi, who was attacked by a sniper, kept his eyes open until two o'clock in the morning before feeling sleepy.

After awakening his supernatural power, his life became more and more exciting, and he was forced to spend the night in the presidential suite with a bullet hole.

At five o'clock in the morning, Kudo Shinichi, who had never woken up so early, got out of bed barefoot, opened the curtains, accompanied by the slightly blue color of the sky, and gently stroked the gap where the glass was penetrated with his fingers.

The American McMillan Tac-50 sniper □□12.7mm bullets, with an accurate range of 2000m, and the highest record of 2657 yards for accurate strikes. With such a gun, it is too difficult to determine the opponent's sniper position.

According to the map simulation, there are as many as 100 nearby sniper points that can snipe this room, and there are as many as [-] points excluding all the places that will be seen by people. There are too many high-rise buildings around the hotel in the center of Tokyo. Now, with the cover of the lively crowd in the middle of the night, there should be very few clues left.

Is it only possible to store energy secretly for the time being?

How annoying!

There are a lot of annoying things, and I always feel that after missing the smaller things, the whole world is against him.

However, there will always be some clues left. Since it is still early, let's look for it.

He neatly put on the school uniform jacket on the coat rack, and looked back at the room that was exactly the same as yesterday except for the bullet holes.

With a click, the door closed behind yesterday...

First place, second place, third place...

On the Forden building, looking at the red light rising from the sky, Kudo Shinichi's light blue eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he turned and walked down the roof.

For two hours, I walked through the five closest locations, but found nothing.

As for the five locations farther away, for him whose school time is up, he can only continue after school.

Thinking of the gin lurking in the school, the corners of Kudo Shinichi's lips curled into an arc, since the side where the enemy is clear and we are dark, let's deal with the side where the enemy is dark and we are clear first.

Gently throwing the schoolbag behind him, the boy's back was straight, and he walked down the stairs, the hair on the top of his head raised and lowered.

The smile on his lips and the unquestionable determination seem to tell of his never-bending arrogance, symbolizing his justice that will never give up.

As Kudo Shinichi's enemy, he didn't know that for a detective, they would become more sensitive than hounds in the face of incidents, just like bloodthirsty sharks would never let go when they smelled it.

And for Kudo Shinichi, who has experienced countless cases since he was 15 years old:

There is always only one truth, and his responsibility is to find out.

Walking step by step on the way to school, the teenager felt the emptiness in his brain that was extremely tired due to lack of sleep, and muttered to himself:

"I always feel like I forgot something?"

Kudo Shinichi, who couldn't remember anything, touched his chin, frowned and thought hard for a long time, and finally had a flash of inspiration.

"Ah, I'm dying. I haven't written the composition assigned by Gin Jiu!"

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