It's a power, not a spell

Gojo Satoru saw the Kappa before and leaned over to chat with it, not only because of the novelty of seeing a monster for the first time, but also to confirm what kind of monster power exists.

It is obviously different from the magic power, but it is somewhat similar to the "filth" in Nakahara Chuya's body.

The ingredients that make up Zhongye Zhongye's internal strength are very complicated, and after a long period of running-in, it becomes very difficult to distinguish, it is different from all of them, but all of them are somewhat similar.

When Gojo Satoru saw him for the first time, he could distinguish the "mantra" formed by negative human emotions, and the temporarily named "faith" that may be formed by positive emotions, and mixed in it. He didn't know what it was Some strange things in my life——I later found out that it should be a supernatural power, or maybe there is also a demon power.

It's like mixing ground ingredients with water to make a paste. Even Gojo Satoru can only distinguish the ones with more obvious flavors. As for the others...

He chose to give up.

Why do people force their sense of taste (vision).

In short, Mr. Conjurer, who came to see his friend () from another world, has accepted the suggestion of the greatest detective in the world, and is currently going to solve the "kidnapping" with two members of the detective agency. event'.

"But we don't have any clues now, and the military police who entrusted us have no news, and it's already very late." Kunikida Doppo, who was used to everything going according to plan, felt that it was not appropriate.

Edogawa waved his hand randomly, "It's okay, leave it to Gojo."

Looking back, Gojo Gojo was lazily lying on the table, poking the leaves of the potted plants from time to time, his eyes were nothing but focus, and he couldn't tell if he was distracted.

Edogawa Ranpo's attitude is too casual, even if he trusts his judgment very much, Kunikida Doppo is still a little worried, and he is not at ease with this kind of behavior, which is the first time he has met Gojo Satoru.Just about to say something more, Edogawa Ranpo added, "This matter is related to monsters. The situation is urgent, and it is too late to contact them now."

"..." Seeing his seriousness, Kunikida Doppo finally nodded.

There are no talents in the detective agency who can see monsters. They have always hired trustworthy monster exterminators when encountering such things, and there are not many people in the exorcism profession. It will indeed take a long time for professionals to arrive—— The soonest is tomorrow.

Then came the next question - who was going with him?

Edogawa pointed at Luanbu, "Dazai and... Dun."

The invalidation ability is also useful for monster power. Although Osamu Dazai can't see monsters, someone can see them.

But letting him go actually has another purpose.

Edogawa Ranpo smiled brightly, his squinted eyes couldn't see the expression clearly, "Okay, if it's too late, don't blame Ranpo-sama for not reminding you."

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The sky in Yokohama looks no different from that in Tokyo.

"Sacrificing love~sacrificing love~ oh..."

Osamu Dazai sang the song he made up heartlessly. Gojo Satoru, who was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by Edogawa Ranpo, looked up at the sky. Atsushi Nakajima, who had just reached 180, couldn't see his expression completely, but he could also feel that he was not Anxious mood.

Atsushi Nakajima: ...

No... But, it's urgent?

After hesitating for a moment, Gojo Satoru lowered his head again, scanned his surroundings, and finally fixed his gaze on a certain direction before he was urged to speak in an anxious mood.

It's hard to describe what kind of feeling it was. The expression of the white-haired young man was still not very serious as before. During the time of acquaintance, Atsushi Nakajima gradually got used to seeing the other party's unreal eyes, but at this moment, When he was in Gojo Satoru's field of vision, he felt that his hairs had exploded.

Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously wanted to dodge, but before he could act, that feeling disappeared.

Gojo Satoru's unserious expression faded, "As expected of Mr. Detective."

Really... found it.

In the direction of the coast in the distance, it is difficult to see clearly under the cover of the hazy night, but the disgusting black-red demon power that has been rotted like three-month-old tomato sauce is not conspicuous—or it is too hot.Among them, there is relatively little sense of existence, but he is familiar with the...

The power of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

...But it is too weak.

He didn't continue to think about it. After all, there are many possible reasons for this situation. In any case, you will know when you see someone.

The white-haired conjurer showed the most sincere and cheerful smile so far.

"But the distance is a bit far." It would be too slow to walk with these two people in the normal way, and he was a little worried about Nakahara Chuya who was facing the pepper red monster.Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima also don't look like they have the ability to teleport.

Hmm... If Osamu Dazai's ability is "Run, Melles", that's another story.

He glanced at Atsushi Nakajima with a dazed expression on his face, while Osamu Dazai was still heartless, humming an out-of-tune song.They couldn't see the monster, and because of the cover of the night, it was difficult to notice the abnormal current in the sea over there.

with?Or not?

I just thought about it for a moment——since Mr. Detective asked me to take it, I should take it along.It's not a big deal.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and grabbed the collars of the two men.

Although the topography of Yokohama is not very clear, there are few people on the road now, and the end can be seen at a glance.Now that the general direction is known, a few more long-distance movements can always reach the destination.

However, the moment he touched Osamu Dazai, Gojo Satoru quickly withdrew his hand.

"Oh……"

He blinked, looked at Osamu Dazai with a slightly surprised expression, and then pointed with his free finger, "The destination is in that direction, by the sea. If that's the case, Atsushi and I will go first. La."

"Eh?" Osamu Dazai only had time to utter a syllable, and the two people in front of him disappeared.

It was the first time Gojo Satoru had encountered the ability to eliminate the class, and what surprised him was that the supernatural ability would also work on the magic power.

Obviously not a system, right?Or is it because they are in the same world at this time?

Well, it doesn't matter which one it is.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled again.

As he quickly approached there, the smell of blood that appeared in the air gradually became stronger.

Atsushi Nakajima put aside his surprise at Gojo Satoru's ability, and pinched his nose in pain.

How many people... how much blood does it take to make the smell so obvious?

Thinking of this, he put down his hands, his purple-gold pupils suddenly turned cold, and finally revealed his aura as one of the new generation of "Double Blacks".

After several moves in succession, they soon reached the coast.

Here, the moonlight seemed to be dyed an ominous red.

In the eyes of talented people, this is probably a disaster movie about monsters about to attack the city, but in the eyes of Atsushi Nakajima, it is just a horror movie full of indescribable, normal people watching nightmares.

Ah, maybe add a little supernatural element too.

Because the ground under his feet was trembling slightly, strange traces suddenly appeared on the ground in the distance, but he couldn't see the culprit that caused all of this... But these are not the most important, the important thing is——

The person who should have been buried two years ago is standing there intact... at this moment.

Atsushi Nakajima has experienced quite a few battles. Even if he cannot see the enemy's body, he can roughly estimate the enemy's size based on the depth of the traces on the ground, or judge the enemy's attack based on the direction of the traces.

The cadre of the port mafia, a hostile force with which he only had a few encounters, the man named Chuya Nakahara smiled just like the last time he saw it on the battlefield, wanton and wild, and he had obvious explosions on his body. Traces, the center of gravity is off to one side.

The night wind rested for a while, but the young man seemed to be facing the wind. The dust in the sky blurred his vision, and the winding traces on the ground arrived in front of him in just a moment.But he just looked at the unknown place, his smile remained unchanged, and he was indifferent.

Atsushi Nakajima's heart suddenly lifted.

The back collar sank, and the movement of rushing out was interrupted, and at the same time Gojo Satoru, who was standing beside him, disappeared without a trace.

The incomparably obvious white in the night appeared in the middle of the gully, and raised his arm lightly—he couldn't see the existence of the monster, but he could see the ground cracked inch by inch in an instant, like a spider's web. The terrifying rift almost stretched to Atsushi Nakajima's feet.

After receiving the picture, the shocking sound arrived one step later.

'boom! ! ! '

The tentacles shattered, flesh and blood flew, and the monster's disgusting blood dripped down, filling the gaps in the ground.

The most powerful conjurer who has always been arrogant and fearless, now feels scared and fortunate.

He exhaled lightly, and looked at Nakahara Chuya with a shocked expression, there was still some shadow in his eyes that was too late to hide, which was not very obvious under the night.Going in front of the opponent using the technique, Gojo Satoru relaxed the muscles of his face, curled the corners of his lips, and gently wiped away the blood stain under the young man's eyes as lightly as possible.

Only he himself knows how much patience it took him just to reach this point.

—— Losing this kind of thing, experiencing it once is already the limit.

There was a deliberate ambiguity in the smile, and the slender and thick eyelashes were like snow in winter, covering up the dark mud below. He heard his usual frivolous voice, "It's the first time we met, I'm Wujo Wu, call me 'Wu' just good."