It's a power, not a spell

The coffee shop where Kentaro Uehara works is relatively affordable, and the flow of people is at a moderate level.When he entered, there were not many customers, and the store was very quiet, only soft pure music swayed in the air.

When the colleagues saw him, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they all made a look of surprise on the surface, and said with concern: "Mr. Uehara is back! You suddenly asked for leave, is your body uncomfortable?"

"How is it now? It doesn't look very good."

That's right.Although Kentaro Uehara carefully cleaned his face, shaved his beard, and changed into brand new clothes before coming, the light blue under his eyes and his slightly thinner cheeks made him look not in good condition.

With his back to the door, the overhead light cast a shadow on his face, and his eyes were covered in it, black as ink.

The colleague met his gaze, felt a little hairy for some reason, and swallowed, "Uehara?"

"I'm fine." He continued to walk forward, his face was exposed to the light, and the strange feeling disappeared.Colleagues quickly forgot about it.

Putting on work clothes, Kentaro Uehara stood behind the bar counter, brushing the table with his fingertips. He has been working here for nearly three years. It is impossible to have no feelings for this job. He likes to produce from the bottom of his heart. Every cup of coffee is poured with sincere emotion.

This is probably the source of the customers saying "Mr. Uehara's coffee has a wonderful flavor and is very warm".

The wind chime at the door rang softly, and the guest came. He subconsciously looked up and found that it was a familiar person.

The kid I bumped into on the road not too long ago.

The hand in the pocket, the action of pulling|pulling it out paused for a while, such a scene is not very good for children.But in the end, Uehara Kentaro firmly took out the sharp fruit knife he had prepared.

The light cast a cold Bai Hua on the smooth blade, Edogawa Conan immediately realized his thoughts, and instantly opened his eyes wide.

Edogawa Conan had just entered the door, he was not far away from Uehara Kentaro, but the target of the latter was standing next to Uehara Kentaro, he was absolutely too late to get close, not to mention that it would not be useful to be next to him given his size, If an anesthetic needle is used—

There is only one shot in the watch.The opponent's knife is already within reach, even if he opens the watch cover immediately and fires the anesthesia needle, it is one thing whether he can hit it without aiming. Even if he hits it, the fruit knife has already penetrated it.

These thoughts flashed through Edogawa Conan's mind. He raised his wrist and pressed the launch button the moment the watch cover opened.

laugh.

The blade pierced into the body, and the colleague who was attacked subconsciously reached out and pushed Uehara Kentaro away.

The fruit knife in his hand walked away with him. The anesthesia needle came a little late, and even shot the attacked colleague who leaned forward and came to the previous position of Kentaro Uehara—the blood soaked the clothes on his abdomen, and he hadn’t had time to utter it in the future. With a scream, he rolled his eyes and fell limply to the ground.

Edogawa Conan: ...

Kentaro Uehara was also stunned for a moment, his face froze with a hideous expression.

It turns out that he... stabbed so accurately?

After Yishun was sluggish, the fear of killing humans with his own hands spread infinitely in his heart.Strangely, his trembling hand stabilized before, and his brain turned calmly.

He is going to die.Those colleagues are murderers.

Why do the victims lose their happy future, but the murderers are still at large?

Police | Those ignorant guys will not make justice.

Just let him do it himself.

Sanction them!

With the blood-stained blade clenched tightly in his hand, Kentaro Uehara stepped over the "corpse" of the first colleague who died under his hands, and pounced like a hungry wolf on the startled female waiter at the bar.

The screams suddenly swayed in the air.

Edogawa Conan gritted his teeth hard, knowing that the development of the matter has gone in a bad direction and will never return.

Kentaro Uehara has completely overcome the psychological barrier to murder and has become an out-and-out murderer.

The waiter who was regarded as the next target finally came to her senses, turned around and ran away. In a panic, she knocked on the corner of the bar, lost her balance, and fell to the ground——

She crawled forward on all fours, "Don't kill me! Please, Uehara, I won't speak ill of you anymore... Bad words, yes, go kill that guy Noguchi! He always trips you up... ..."

The store is quite messy at the moment, the tables and chairs are tilted, the few customers have already escaped from this dangerous place, the waiter who climbed to the dead corner is inevitable, and the blade in the hand of Kentaro Uehara is about to fall behind him!

Edogawa Conan, who hid behind the table, happened to be in the blind spot. He came out from behind the bunker, pressed the button on the side of the football shoes, and kicked the prepared coffee cup away!

The white porcelain cup spun to drain the remaining liquid inside, and hit Kentaro Uehara on the back of the head.

The man froze.

When the waiter heard the noise, the stinging pain was delayed. She was overjoyed, thinking that she could be saved, and hurriedly turned her head.

laugh.

"Ho, ho..."

A knife stabbed the trachea, the waitress' eyes were wide open, her mouth opened, but she couldn't make a sound.

how can that be! ?

Edogawa Conan couldn't believe it, his kick was strengthened, even a trained person would not be able to wake up after being hit, let alone such an ordinary man.

Uehara Kentaro swung the knife, leaving a bloodstain on the wall. He twisted his neck and stared straight at Edogawa Conan with his dark eyes. The latter also felt what his former colleague felt, and his back was hairy.

His actions are inexplicably weird.

On the side that Edogawa Conan can't see, on the back of the tall and thin man, a monster with six arms is crouching. The two arms in the middle are around Kentaro Uehara's neck. Grabbed his head and turned it backwards.

The curse spirit's eyes, which took up half of his head, were also staring at the boy behind him.

"In the way."

"It's in the way."

……Oops.

been watched.

With a drop of cold sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead, Edogawa Conan quickly turned his smart brain, trying to find a way out.

There were no other people in the coffee shop, and the space wasn't too spacious, but relying on the messy tables and chairs on the ground, it was still possible to drag for a while with flexible movements.

Although the risk factor is high, one mistake can cost a life.

He glanced at the closed store door from the corner of his eye, and there were a few curious and nervous faces reflected on the glass, they were bored citizens who came to see the excitement.No one seemed to want to come in and save a boy who was being targeted by a murderer.This is also just right, Kentaro Uehara's current state is not right, if ordinary people come, it will only make a few more victims.

Similarly, the crowd outside the door was crowded. If the man in front of him was allowed to go to the street, these two victims would not be the only ones.

In short, the police have been called. At this stage, try to hold him back as much as possible until the police arrive.

When Uehara Kentaro turned around, Edogawa Conan had already raised his vigilance, and when the former rushed over, he ducked and hid behind the table next to him.

The two were chasing in the small space of the coffee shop. Kentaro Uehara was unable to catch the short and nimble boy for a while, but as time went by, the tables and chairs available for maneuvering were roughly cleared by the man. On one side, Edogawa Conan's situation is gradually getting worse.

One minute and 12 seconds later, Conan Edogawa left the last bunker. The sharp blade brushed against the top of his head, cutting off a few strands of hair. The boy passed under Kentaro Uehara's armpit and ran forward without stopping.

The man quickly came after him.

Edogawa Conan's idea is to hide behind the bar first, and use the various sundries on the shelves behind to drag it out for a while. Now at least two and a half minutes have passed before calling the police. The Tokyo police are very active. He only needs to— —

Conan Edogawa, who had been looking in the direction of the bar without being distracted by his feet, slipped and fell to the ground.

...This is really bad.

He stepped on wet coffee stains that seemed to have spilled from the coffee cup he had just kicked out.

This development... seems a bit dramatic.

jingle……

"Go to hell."

"Go to hell!"

The blade of the fruit knife approached, but Edogawa Conan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Dangdang, the game is over."

Accompanied by a frivolous voice suddenly sounded from behind, the black boots made intimate contact with Kentaro Uehara's side face, and the man flew out obliquely and hit the wall heavily.

The knife that was released from his hand was pinched by a slender and powerful hand before it fell. The 1.9-meter man leaned down and stretched out his free hand to the boy, "Yeah, it's so dangerous."

"It seems that there is no need for detectives."

Conan Edogawa took a deep breath, held that hand and stood up.

"This guy is still alive, call an ambulance."

Zhong Yuan didn't care about the prisoner when he came in. He first went to the wall to make sure that the waitress was dead, and then went behind the bar to find that she was still alive.So simple emergency treatment was done.

Just before the police arrived, Gojo Satoru took Edogawa Conan and Nakahara Chuya and left here.

"Wait—" Edogawa Conan felt that this would not work, "There is surveillance there, even if you leave now, you will be called to the police station, wouldn't it be more troublesome?!"

"Don't worry, someone will take care of it."

"what?"

Gojo Satoru handed him to (Edogawa Conan: ...) Nakahara Chuya next to him, who pouted, but still reached out and grabbed the boy by the collar.

"Hello, Yidi."

He made a phone call.

"All in all, I have encountered a murder case, you go and settle the police|police. Don't let them disturb us. That's it, bye~"

Yidizhi: "Wait—"

beep - beep -

Yizhi: ...

So, Edogawa Conan (forced) and the two came to a shop on the next street and entered a private room.

The waiter brought free drinks and placed them on the table in front of them.

"Do you want something to eat, too?"

"I don't want to." Nakahara Chuya has not yet digested the sweets in his stomach, so he is not very cold about eating.He leaned back and leaned back on the chair, "Let's get down to business first, and let us hear what you found."

Gojo Satoru blinked: "Huh?"

"Don't be stupid, what do those two curse spirits have to do with "Virtuoso"? "

two...?

Those curse spirits seem to come from the same origin, and the magic power on their bodies feels very similar. Even if the two bodies appear, it is difficult to distinguish the difference, let alone the first one is only filthy.Gojo Satoru could easily see it with his six eyes, but Nakahara Chuya...

The white-haired young man also leaned his body against the back of the chair, "Well, I'm not sure."