Chapter 242: Cases, souls, and gold—truly a perfect commission

Seeing the host, Takafumi Matsuo, freeze up, the assistant, Ayako Nagai, hurriedly stepped in to save the situation.

"Lord Onmyoji, I am Ayako Nagai, and I am your loyal fan."

"However, you might not yet understand the case we are currently broadcasting..."

"Heh, the case currently being broadcast?" Akaso Kaze laughed. "Miss Nagai, I'm afraid you're the one who doesn't understand the situation."

"If my divination is correct, your program's producer, Michihiko Suwa, is already dead in the fourth-floor conference room."

Everyone in the studio was stunned.

"Is that for real?"

"Mr. Suwa does seem to have gone missing."

"No one is answering the phone or his cell in the room!"

"Go find him, quickly!"

Before long, a call came into the studio.

"What? Mr. Suwa is covered in blood?"

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"He really is dead in the 4th-floor conference room!"

"Could it be... that everything the Lord Onmyoji said is true?"

"If that's the case, then the murderer is..."

"The host, Takafumi Matsuo!"

Takafumi Matsuo's face turned deathly pale.

He sat blankly in his seat.

The television station's department head came running down in a panic.

"Quick, keep the broadcast going, don't stop, send a few people to the 4th floor to film immediately."

"This is a once-in-a-century live broadcast of a crime scene investigation."

"Ayako Nagai, you take over as host immediately and interview the guests."

"Ah—right. Mr. Mouri, why don't you tell us the truth about this case."

"Case? What case?" Kogoro Mouri looked completely bewildered.

"The case where Mr. Suwa was murdered, of course."

"Hahaha." Kogoro Mouri laughed until his tongue wagged. "You guys actually believe that? Akaso-san must be joking with you all..."

"But Mr. Suwa is really dead; the body is sitting in the 4th-floor conference room, exactly as the Lord Onmyoji said," Ayako Nagai said, blinking her large eyes.

"What? Something like that happened?"

Kogoro Mouri was dumbfounded, as if he had just woken up.

"Then did Akaso-san say who the murderer is?"

"He did. He said the host is the murderer."

Kogoro Mouri stood up immediately and pointed at the host with a grave expression.

"Then there's no mistake—the murderer is you, Takafumi Matsuo."

"As for the reason, heh, Akaso-san is a very powerful Onmyoji; his judgment is absolutely correct."

Ayako Nagai was completely confused.

Is this Tokyo's famous detective?

After talking for so long, it was as if he hadn't said anything at all.

In the audience, Conan was shocked.

No way, is Akaso Kaze really this powerful?

He knew there was a case at the TV station just by making a phone call?

I still don't even know what happened!

Is the gap between us really that big?

"Enough!"

Takafumi Matsuo suddenly stood up, resigned to his fate.

"I don't want to be a clown anymore. I confess!"

The entire scene fell silent.

Takafumi Matsuo reached up and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I never imagined it. Tokyo's strongest Onmyoji—truly lives up to his reputation."

"I spent over a month planning this case, and you exposed it so easily."

"I truly regret it. When Detective Mouri suggested connecting with you, I should have firmly refused."

"Unfortunately, for the sake of the program's effect, I agreed."

"And such a simple choice has sent me into the abyss..."

"Lord Akaso, I surrender!"

Takafumi Matsuo bowed deeply, then held out his hands.

His words and actions were transmitted to thousands of households via the television signal.

The viewers in front of their TVs were all shocked.

"Aren't Onmyoji all supposed to be charlatans?"

"Can they really perform divination?"

"Didn't you hear what he said? Only this Lord Akaso is truly powerful."

On Fushijima, several hours away from Tokyo, the village head, Takeo Mikami, stood up in surprise.

"Go and invite this Lord Onmyoji immediately!"

"He will surely be able to deal with those harmful ghosts!"

After several days of hard work, the magic maid Akemi Miyano was finally completely finished.

"The key parts of her body are engraved with magic arrays, and three critical and hidden acupoints are fixed with a Space Skill gate leading to the soul space."

"With these three small gates, she can be provided with a steady stream of magic power, which not only maintains her existence in the real world but also provides combat support."

"Of course, to prevent blockages, these three small gates need to be cleared frequently to keep them unobstructed."

"Now, the only thing missing is actual combat experience."

"However, in this Age of Dharma Decline, where can one find ghosts that can actually fight?"

Akaso Kaze rubbed his chin.

Ring-a-ling.

The phone rang.

"Moshi moshi, this is the Akaso Kaze Onmyoji Office."

"Fushijima? Ghosts of the navy haunting the place?"

"Gold worth one billion!"

Akaso Kaze's eyes lit up instantly.

Cases, souls, and gold—truly a perfect commission.

"Fine, I accept your commission!" ===== CHAPTER 244 =====