Chapter 6

[Ding, Ikezawa Yoko has developed a liking for you. Current favorability is 2 stars.]

After waiting for a long time, Conan finally figured it out.

And Mouri Kogoro was still pointing out the killer one by one.

"The real killer, I have already figured it out. That’s right, the real killer is Yamagishi! You guy..."

Mouri Kogoro’s finger had just pointed at the manager Yamagishi Eiichi.

Suddenly, an ashtray flew from behind and hit Mouri Kogoro on the back of the head.

Immediately after, Mouri Kogoro was seen falling down, humming and hawing, sitting on the sofa with his head slightly drooping.

Hehe, "Sleeping Mouri Kogoro" is online for the first time.

Akaso Kaze used the Eye of Space to watch the whole process with a sense of curiosity.

Huh?

His eyes suddenly lit up.

The small hole of the Eye of Space instantly shifted to the top of Mouri Kogoro’s head.

There, a shrunken version of Mouri Kogoro was slowly emerging from his thick black hair.

It stopped after revealing only a small head.

Is this Mouri Kogoro’s soul?

Was it knocked out by Conan?

That hit was really cruel.

Akaso Kaze cast the Hand of Intent and pinched the soul’s little head to pull it out a bit.

It felt like a carrot buried in the ground, growing very firmly, and couldn't be pulled out.

What a pity; if it were pulled out, wouldn't Mouri Kogoro sleep forever?

And Edogawa Conan would become a murderer.

The "Ashtray Murdering Father-in-law" case...

What a pity.

Akaso Kaze clicked his tongue.

Just as he was about to leave, his heart stirred.

He placed the Hand of Intent on top of Mouri Kogoro’s soul’s head.

"Magic Absorption."

Sizzle.

Mouri Kogoro’s soul’s little head instantly shrank back.

[Ding, your magic power cap has increased. Now, using a Level 1 spell can last for thirty-nine minutes.]

Yo, not bad, twice as much as a normal soul.

Akaso Kaze looked at the top of Mouri Kogoro’s head with anticipation.

Unfortunately, the soul’s little head never emerged again.

"Yes, just like I said just now, the killer is the deceased Fujie Akiyoshi himself."

The case was finally solved, and everyone’s suspicions were cleared.

Ikezawa Yoko ran out with a flushed face.

Mouri Kogoro was also burned awake by the cigarette butt.

"Brother Mouri, I have to look at you with new eyes."

Inspector Megure successfully solved the case and shook Mouri Kogoro excitedly.

"Don't... don't shake, I’m a bit dizzy, I want to vomit, I want to eat something sour."

Mouri Kogoro’s face was pale, his whole body limp, as if he had been exercising for a day and a night.

Downstairs, at the main entrance.

Akaso Kaze stood by the road with his hands in his pockets.

Watching Ikezawa Yoko run out with staggering steps, his lips curled up slightly.

"Don't rush, we have plenty of time..."

"I’m in a hurry, I can't wait."

Ikezawa Yoko was agile and jumped into the bushes of the green belt.

What does this woman mean?

Akaso Kaze frowned slightly.

The bushes were too dark; he couldn't take risks personally.

So he cast his common skill: Eye of Space.

No matter how dark it was, under the magic of the Eye of Space, it was like daylight.

Holy cow...

Akaso Kaze’s eyes widened instantly.

After a long time, Ikezawa Yoko walked out coyly.

Looking at the man standing under the street lamp in the distance, she was full of admiration.

He is truly a gentleman!

[Ding, Ikezawa Yoko has developed a liking for you. Current favorability is 3 stars.]

Shallow... and white woman.

"Can we go?"

Akaso Kaze asked faintly.

"Yes..."

Ikezawa Yoko lowered her head with a red face, like a newlywed bride.

"By the way, can you do gymnastics?"

Akaso Kaze asked while walking.

"No, I can't, I only know how to sing."

"You know how to sing? That’s not bad either. Today, please show off your singing voice for me, Miss Yoko."

"Okay, I’ll listen to you."

In the dark night, Akaso Kaze’s lips curled up slightly.

"Strange."

On the way back, Conan kept frowning with his little eyebrows.

"Conan, what are you thinking about?" Ran asked curiously.

"That Ikezawa Yoko obviously has a problem. I feel she is very familiar with the environment in the room. When I asked Yoko-sister where the bathroom was, she looked at the exact location unconsciously. When someone asked for a lighter, she also looked at the exact location."

"What does that explain?" Ran was confused.

"It explains that she has been to Yoko-sister’s house; maybe the intruder Yoko-sister mentioned was her. And Ikezawa Yoko’s performance at the beginning was like two different people compared to later; someone must have been guiding her through an earpiece..."

Boom.

Suddenly, a fist hit Conan on the head, making Conan see stars, and a large bump instantly swelled up on his head.

"You brat, the case has already been solved by me, Mouri Kogoro. Don't talk nonsense here, do you understand?"

Conan almost burst into tears.

I was the one who solved the case, okay?

You got all the fame and fortune, and you still hit me.

Having a pretty daughter is a big deal, huh! ===== CHAPTER 17 =====

The night passed just like that.

Akaso Kaze dressed Ikezawa Yoko up as Okino Yoko and then had her show off her singing voice all night.

Coupled with the Soul Cage, Fujie Akiyoshi’s soul was blown up in anger several times.

Akaso Kaze successfully increased his magic power to forty-five minutes.

"Hello, Uncle Mouri, my name is Akaso Kaze, I live in the building next door, please take care of me."

The next day, Akaso Kaze officially visited the Mouri Detective Agency.

Ran Mouri blinked her curious, wide eyes.

Hearing no notification sound of an increase in favorability, Kaze Akaso curled the corners of his lips slightly.

This girl was not shallow.

Truly a target worth conquering.

Conan looked at Kaze Akaso, his small brow furrowed tightly.

This person looked very familiar; it seemed he had seen him somewhere before.

Kogoro Mouri asked solemnly, "You are too kind, Mr. Akaso. I wonder which room you are staying in?"

"The entire building is mine."

Kaze Akaso answered indifferently.

The entire building...

What a wealthy tycoon!

Much better than my father.

Looking at the young man who was just over twenty, admiration appeared in Ran Mouri's eyes.

Conan was instantly displeased and asked with feigned cuteness, "Big Brother is so rich, you must come from a great family, right?"

Kaze Akaso looked at Conan with a smile: "There is no great family with the surname Akaso. My wealth was all earned by myself."

The admiration in Ran Mouri's eyes deepened.

"What is this little friend's name?"

Kaze Akaso wore a kind smile.

The shrunken Shinichi Kudo could only bow respectfully: "I am Conan Edogawa. Please take care of me, Big Brother."

Kaze Akaso nodded.

I will take very good care of you.

He smiled and said to Kogoro Mouri, "Little friend Edogawa seems very cute. Has he started school yet?"

While speaking, he casually reached out and rubbed Conan's small head forcefully a few times.

Refreshing; it felt like petting a cat or teasing a dog.

Rub my sister!

Conan cursed inwardly, but had to put on a well-behaved expression.

Kogoro Mouri said with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Akaso. Next week, Conan will be entering the first grade!"

"Oh! Then that is truly something to congratulate little friend Edogawa on."

Kaze Akaso said casually.

Having been in the first grade for over twenty years without advancing to the second, it really is worth congratulating.

Conan had already begun to roll his eyes wildly!

I am a high school student; what is there to congratulate about starting the first grade?

Knock, knock.

A knock on the door sounded.

Ran Mouri got up to open the door.

"It's you? What are you here for?"

The girl looked displeased.

"I'm here to pay Detective Mouri his commission."

The middle-aged man wearing glasses had a triumphant smile on his face.

"Oh, I've come at a bad time; you have guests. Hello, my name is Yutaka Abe, and I am also a client of Mr. Mouri."

The middle-aged man introduced himself.

So it was him.

Kaze Akaso curled his lips slightly.

Kogoro Mouri had taken a huge tumble because of him, almost becoming a laughingstock in the detective world.

Kaze Akaso sized up Yutaka Abe calmly.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he looked kind.

One could not tell at all that he was a man who had planned a precise murder case and killed his closest friend.

"I will not accept your commission."

Kogoro Mouri's face was gloomy, "I will definitely overturn your alibi!"

"Then you'd better hurry, Detective Mouri. Because I have already bought a plane ticket for nine o'clock tonight, and in a few hours, I will be leaving the country. Hahaha."

Yutaka Abe's laughter was very punchable.

"What? You're leaving?" Kogoro Mouri clenched his fists.

Conan's brow was also tightly furrowed.

Once Yutaka Abe escaped abroad, it would be too late even if they found evidence.

Kaze Akaso sat on the side, eating a melon.

He had just arrived; he couldn't leave immediately.

And looking at this Yutaka Abe, he shouldn't be staying long.

He was just here to show off.

Many criminals who commit high-IQ crimes always want others to know, wanting to watch others rack their brains and fail to solve the case.

But what does this have to do with me?

Kaze Akaso couldn't be bothered to care.

He began to practice magic.

He used the Eye of Space to wander around Kogoro Mouri and Conan.

These two detectives had encountered so many deceased people; why were there no souls left on them?

Huh?

Kaze Akaso was suddenly stunned.

In the middle of the very neatly combed hair on Yutaka Abe's forehead, a small, pitch-black head poked out.

In the vision of the Eye of Space, it emitted an unusual light, very conspicuous.

He immediately moved the Eye of Space over.

A thin, small soul was lying on Yutaka Abe's head, hugging a slightly curly hair.

Is this the soul of the deceased?

Hand of Intent.

Two illusory fingers reached out and pinched that hair.

"Ouch!"

Yutaka Abe couldn't help but cry out, covering his forehead.

This is truly evil; it feels like someone pulled one of my hairs.

Yutaka Abe felt a jolt in his heart.

Having done a guilty deed, he was afraid of ghosts pulling his hair.

He took out the check he had prepared long ago and threw it on the ground.

He snorted coldly: "Fine, I don't want to talk to you anymore. This five hundred thousand is the commission; we are even. I'm heading to the airport now." ===== CHAPTER 19 =====