A Stall Is Set Up at the Gate of Tōtsuki, And A Food Praise Ten Thousand Times Return

Yoyo opened her eyes.

Conan wakes up from a coma.

The dim ceiling is still so familiar.

Let him know that what happened just now was not a dream.

"Miss Hongzi, this kid is awake."

An ethereal voice rang in my ears.

It's the guy who wants to make him a lampshade.

"The little devil was so frightened that he fainted after a few words. It's not fun at all."

This time it was a low and hoarse voice.

Conan couldn't help but think of the doll he had given his head off.

"It deserves it, the rude intruder should be punished."

No need to guess, it was the armor that was speaking this time.

(O_O)?

Conan was completely dumbfounded.

I wish I hadn't woken up in the first place.

Sounds come from all directions.

obvious~

Now he is surrounded by ghosts.

Although don't know why.

This group of weirdos didn't do anything immediately.

But Conan had no doubts.

I am about to become this group of weird dinners.

Who is Miss Hongzi?

Is it their head?

The 'desk lamp' just now clearly carried honorifics.

Obviously the so-called Miss Hongzi 003 has a very high status in its heart.

Conan, who was lying somewhere, slowly turned his head and neck.

A flawless face came into view.

a girl.

A girl with an extremely perfect figure and appearance.

Conan was slightly taken aback.

It is indeed surprising.

Among the group of ghosts, stood a tall girl.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit abrupt, and it doesn't match at all.

Wrapped in a long red dress, revealing fair shoulders, with a pretty face and long purple hair, she should be about the age of a high school student.

but~

Conan now appreciates the girl's beauty flawlessly.

Nonsense~

Can an existence surrounded by a group of ghosts be the same as a high school student?

He is not an ordinary person who is completely ignorant of the other world, and his knowledge cannot be so shallow.

Look at the group of ghosts around you who are silent like cicadas.

Most of the girls are the masters of this castle.

But look at each other's appearance.

Since they are human beings, they should be able to communicate.

Conan forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and barely supported himself.

Only then did he realize that he had just been lying on a sleepy sofa.

In fact, for a moment just now, he once thought he was at the dinner table.

Sitting up, Conan happened to see the ghosts around him clearly.

Very Victorian table lamps, silver armor, tattered dolls covered with patches

He even saw brooms and dustpans floating in midair.

Conan was speechless again, feeling as if he had broken into the monster's stronghold.

Although he was still very scared, he still had the courage to ask: "Hello... are you the owner of this place?"

"It's a very rude thing to break into someone's house and say this."

The purple-haired girl's red lips parted slightly, and her beautiful voice seemed to have some kind of magical power.

"Hi~ I'm so sorry, I was the one to be rude.

Conan's feet landed on the ground, and he bowed deeply.

Under the gaze of a group of ghosts, he still lowered the detective's proud head.

Those who know current affairs are heroes!

At this juncture, I still don't admit my mistake.

It might turn into a ghost dinner in the next second.

Conan didn't want to be reduced to the excrement of lamps, armor, brooms and dustpans.

Although he doesn't know whether these objects have the function of excretion.

but no doubt

The more sincere the attitude, the better the chance of survival.

""

The purple-haired girl chuckled, her wine-red eyes shone with a strange luster, as if she possessed the magic power to see through people's hearts.

At least at this time, Conan had a feeling that his thoughts were completely seen through.

"Introduce yourself (agdh), my name is Koizumi Hongzi, the owner of this castle, you can call me a witch."

A single sofa flew over, Koizumi Hongzi sat down gracefully, and the pleasant voice sounded again.

What age is it now, and she still calls herself a witch, can this woman really come from hell?

After Koizumi Hongzi admitted her identity as the owner of the castle, Conan didn't know what to say.

"Little ghost, I'm a real human being, not those guys in hell."

Koizumi Hongzi glanced at Conan, and said to himself: "But you are a bit strange, obviously you are only a child, but your soul strength is about the same as that of an adult. Could it be that you are a breed with naturally stronger spiritual power?"

(000)...

Conan was shocked.

A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

This woman actually saw through his identity as a high school student at a glance.

Although it is the soul that sees, it is also scary, okay, is there anything in this world that can be hidden from her?

and also...………

What does breed mean?

Why do I still have the feeling of being treated like an animal?

Seemingly knowing what Conan was thinking, Koizumi Hongzi smiled lightly and said, "As an orthodox heir of the Red Magic, it is normal for me to be able to see the souls of ordinary people. There is nothing to make a fuss about."

"I haven't asked you yet, why did you break into my house?"

"That..." Conan hesitated, but decided to tell the person in front of him what happened to him.

Although he doesn't know what red magic is, since the other party is a magician, he shouldn't be afraid of the black organization.

Then, Conan told Koizumi Hongzi exactly what happened to him today.

"Hey, so you went to Maple Leaf Pavilion in the afternoon, what good food did you eat?"

After Koizumi Hongzi listened patiently, she raised a question that she cared more about.

Since Maple Leaf Pavilion officially opened, she hasn't visited Chu Feng's business yet.

Conan was speechless again, looking at the woman in front of him in astonishment.

Dare I say so much, you only pay attention to what I ate in the afternoon?

Although the food at Maple Leaf Pavilion is really delicious.

Although I didn't have the slightest friendship with you when I first met.

but~

Could you please respect my tragedy a little bit?

We don't need your sympathy.

But can you find me a pair of pants instead.

There is a bit of air leakage where the trousers are torn.

Conan felt like he was about to catch a cold.

somehow~

Conan is not afraid to cry when facing ghosts.

At this moment, there was an urge to burst into tears.

It always feels like the world is full of malice today.

As if targeting him specifically....