My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

When Hoshide and Kazuya were also listening to the curse spirit impassionedly describing the beautiful blueprint of "Curse Spirit Paradise" in the cafe, Gojo Satoru was wandering around in this "human paradise".

——Catch the curse spirit.

With both hands in his pockets, he walked calmly, and as soon as he shot casually, he caught a trembling little curse spirit from the corner, and then, while the curse spirit was struggling or begging, he took out the rope he didn't know where to find Tie it to it. "Uncle Wutiao" took the curse spirit for a walk in the park, and after a while, there were more than 20 people behind him, a huge pile of black and white, noisy and crowded, very lively.

He took a full tour of this paradise, until the sky began to turn white, and then stopped again at the "starting point" - the castle where Starrise and Kazuya also disappeared.Holding a large bundle of rope in his hand, he stopped and jerked forward.There was a sound of "Wuwuwawa" behind him, and thirty or forty curse spirits collided together, shouting continuously, as if they were calling for the dawn, as if the white-haired devil in front of them could be driven away by the dawn.

Gojo Satoru turned around, squatted on the top of the steps, took off his sunglasses, and looked at the chaotic yet quiet heap of curse spirits below.The corners of his mouth curled up, but there was a threat in his blue eyes reflecting the stars.The curse spirits below were quiet, not daring to breathe, and some even knelt in fright.

The whiteness of the sky became more and more obvious, and the lights in the park that had been on all night gradually dimmed.Wujo Wutiao knocked on the stone platform with his fingers, attracting the eyes of all the curse spirits below.He coughed lightly and said, "Did you take a lot of photos secretly just now?"

The curse spirits froze for a moment, looking back and forth at each other.At the end, one of them dared to murmur "No".

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, ignored the sentence, and asked, "You took so many pictures, why are you keeping them?"

"...That's right, the curse spirit also has a heart for beauty." Someone said silently.

"Oh?" Gojo Satoru glanced around, hooked his fingers, "Here."

"I, we won't give it to you!" said a slightly immature voice, "Who, who knows what you are doing with brother Kazuya's photo!"

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, and cast his sharp eyes on the girl who spoke: "Oh? Then what do you think I'm going to do?"

"I won't say it! You big villain with a head full of yellow waste!" The young little curse spirit was probably a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out and shouted at him.The curse spirit next to him tugged the little girl twice, and she stared back directly.

The curse spirit who was pulling her let go silently, and clasped his hands together.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.His tone was relaxed, without any anger: "Who taught you this?"

The little curse spirit was quite proud: "Brother Ling!"

Gojo Satoru: "He also asked you to take the photo?"

The little curse spirit raised her head and said, "Of course!"

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and let out a "tch", with a look of disdain and annoyance: "The red with green?"

"If you say that, you must be jealous." The little curse spirit said, "I'm jealous that brother Ling can date brother Kazuya and live in a world of two."

The moment her words fell, the curse spirits around them all knelt down in unison with a plop.Gojo Wu's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in his blue eyes, like a sharp knife scraping on the body of this group of curse spirits, and the murderous aura covered the sharp knife, revealing a bone-piercing meaning.

"Since you've said that...then I don't want to express my jealousy, it doesn't seem too good." He moved his neck and finger joints, slowly got up, and licked the corners of his mouth, looking like a villain. The villain said, "If you don't want to hand in your photos, then I have no choice but to snatch them."

His right hand suddenly loosened, and a rope fell without warning.The curse spirit below was stunned for a moment, then immediately scattered and fled in all directions.Gojo Satoru sneered and raised his hand.

"Infinite space."

-

The "happy time" of a certain two is too long.The four people waiting outside finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran to a nearby hotel to get a room.When Gojo Satoru snatched the photo from Mana Ling, the four of them were huddling together on the same bed and chatting.

When the lady at the front desk who worked the night shift at two o'clock in the morning saw the four people opening a room, she woke up instantly, and her eyes widened twice.Three men in one room, and a child, the level of chaos in this relationship is unheard of.

The young lady watched the four people step into the elevator, her eyes wandered between the kid and the young man next to him covered in bandages and with flimsy steps, and the urge to call the police surged in her heart several times.

But in fact, they are simply sleeping under the covers.The four of them were all skinny, and Conan was still a primary school student, so they squeezed together on the double bed, but they managed to squeeze in barely.

It's just impossible to sleep well.It took only three hours in total. A quilt was dragged from one end to the other, and repeated more than ten times. Conan, who was extremely sleepy, was caught in the middle, and he fell asleep amidst the almost non-stop rustling sound. , collapsed to the point where he wanted to kill two or two old Baigans in one go to restore his normal body, and clean up these three people.

The little detective was forced to use violence, and Osamu Dazai, who became instantly energetic as soon as he went to bed, was absolutely inseparable.He was the one who asked to come to the hotel to sleep, and he was the one who made everyone unable to sleep.

Turning over, pulling the quilt, touching hair, chatting at night... Osamu Dazai spent these three hours perfectly explaining to the other three people what a real "feline animal" is.But another feline named "Edogawa" cooperated with him especially.Conan pulled the quilt to cover his face, and secretly swore that he would never keep a cat in his life.

I don't know why a certain "canine" who is clearly asleep but still responds to the two naughty little milk cats from time to time patted the quilt and talked to him vaguely: "Oh, Kudo, you are awake too .”

"Well, I woke up..." I woke up a ghost!

Edogawa Conan threw back the quilt and sat up, rubbed two handfuls of his messy hair, picked up his glasses over Hattori Heiji, and glanced at the time.

At 48:[-], the night was fading, and the dark circles under the eyes came out quietly.

He pinched the quilt, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "I said you—"

"Ah, that's right!" Osamu Dazai stood up abruptly, and interrupted him without hesitation, "Has Conan encountered any strange things recently?"

The anger was interrupted by life, and the anger should have been even greater, but when Osamu Dazai asked this question, his expression was rarely serious, as if this was some major event that related to the fate of mankind.Edogawa Conan pursed his lips, bit his back molars, and forced himself to calm down.

"... Yes." During the process of recalling, his anger dissipated little by little, until he finally found out the doubt, and the remaining anger also disappeared.

Osamu Dazai turned sideways to look at him, as if willing to hear more about it.

"The incidence rate during this period is abnormally high, especially since December last year, the number of criminal cases in Mihua Town has almost approached the total number of the past six months. And some cases..." Edogawa Conan said, closing his eyes Suddenly, the case on the cruise ship on New Year's Eve came to mind again.

Osamu Dazai: "What?"

"There are doubts that are difficult to explain." Edogawa Conan completed the words.

Not only the cruise ship case, but several cases during this period have more or less puzzling details.The little details accumulated, and today he reviewed it under Dazai Osamu's questioning, and they gathered into a huge mystery, which weighed heavily on his heart.

He pondered for a moment and raised his head again, and asked, "Is it all the fault of the 'curse spirit' mentioned by' and'?"

Osamu Dazai nodded, stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of his eyes, then reached in front of Hattori Heiji, did the same action again, and said relaxedly: "That's right, Conan and Heiji can't see it? Those curse spirits."

Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji frowned simultaneously.

"But they have already invaded your daily life." Osamu Dazai had a smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Curse spirits are pervasive."

"As long as there are negative emotions in human beings, curse spirits will be everywhere."

Edogawa Conan: "Then..."

Osamu Dazai suddenly smiled, took out his phone and shook it, and changed the subject: "By the way, you are all curious about the origin of this group, right?"

The two were taken aback. "Is this related to the curse spirit?"

"Before those two people come out," Dazai Osamu was noncommittal, and patted Ranbu Maomao's head, "Let's explain it to you."

He blinked and said, "You have to get paid."