Budo Supreme from Conan

But it doesn't work anymore. Now people are old and don't have that kind of energy anymore.

Seeing Jiang Wudao recovering so quickly, the old owner didn't bother to care about this man who would be perfect if he didn't have a mouth.

Shortly after he left, Jiang Wudao reluctantly stood up from the tatami and could barely walk around, just taking three steps and two wobbly steps.

These problems are not big. Jiang Wudao no longer plans to train today. The first reason is that he has reached his limit and overstretched his body.

The second reason is to meet the man who calls himself Bourbon tomorrow and join the black organization. Jiang Wudao is still very interested in aptx4869. In order to let himself remember, he mentally labels this drug as a shrinking drug.

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Jiang Wudao took off his white training uniform and put on his original clothes before walking out of the martial arts gym.

He took out a small amount of money from his withered wallet and got on the tram. Jiang Wudao was thinking about whether he should go to the bank to withdraw some money tomorrow.

If I don't pay more, I really won't be able to eat. However, in this small island country, maybe I have stolen all the savings of a family, and I can be forgiven no matter how sincerely I bow and apologize.

Just kidding, Jiang Wudao is still an ordinary person with a conscience. He won't say that he was swallowed up by a powerful force. Just kidding, what kind of power does he have?

After returning home, Jiang Wudao took out a diary from his wide sleeves. Since the kimono in this country is similar to Hanfu, the sleeves are relatively wide. Jiang Wudao will make the best use of everything here.

Use it as a space to store items.

Of course, Jiang Wudao's personal space is still there, but he can't use it in public. In the future, he can become a magician like the real identity of the first-generation Phantom Thief Kidd, so that he can use it openly.

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Without further ado, Jiang Wudao took a black copy pen and wrote down what happened in the past two days in his diary.

July 23rd, Xia, today is the first day to travel to the world of Detective Conan. I am very happy because the upper limit of martial arts in this world is very high. In the future, I can meet his brother Kyogoku Makoto through Kyogoku Fake.

Xiaolan can go take a look if she has time. It's not that she is curious about her martial arts, but she just wants to know what is going on with the little black horn on her head. If it is confirmed to be a ghost, she will be warned and asked not to do it.

Eat people and converge at the same time.

December 23rd, winter. It’s not that I didn’t write the second diary until half a month later. It’s just because there is a time problem at this time. Yesterday was summer, and today is already winter.

Remember! Don’t reveal that you have a correct understanding of time, otherwise you are very likely to be treated as mentally ill and sent to a mental hospital.

If I didn't have to learn the martial arts skills of this world, it wouldn't be a bad idea to be imprisoned in a mental hospital. The environment inside should be good and no one would disturb me...

After writing this, Jiang Wudao took out the Macho Pink Flip Machine he had just bought, as if he wanted to do something, but then he was stunned.

"I still don't know the phone number of the old owner... Even if I want to ask him what is going on in the mental hospital, there is no way. He is not even a supporting character in the plot, how can he have a phone number? But he has never been in a mental hospital.

The hospital probably doesn’t know about it.”

Forget it, Jiang Wudao was too lazy to think about these troublesome things. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and quickly exited the messy state.

"When I was blanching, I almost forgot that there was a white plastic bag containing the monster's black blood in my hand. I asked my aunt to learn how to make duck blood, but the aunt had already been eaten by the monster's brother..."

"So I only learned how to make duck blood delicious."

Jiang Wudao had a dull look on his face. He scratched his messy hair: "But it's been too long, and I've forgotten how to do it. Forget it, just do whatever you want. No matter what, it's still poisonous. It's innately sacred.

mine."

"Of course, whether it tastes good or not is another matter. But no matter what, I made it myself. No matter how unpalatable it is, I will still eat it, and the demon blood will definitely increase my strength after eating it."

"It's strange to say that the monsters in that world all know that eating people can make them stronger, but why don't humans know that they can also become stronger by eating monsters?"

"Heaven and Earth are unkind and treat all things like shit. Since you can become stronger by eating me, then I can also become stronger by eating you. How strange, how strange!"

Jiang Wudao took out the bag of monster blood from his personal space. This portable space was opened by Jiang Wudao's old father, but he asked someone who was proficient in the way of time to stop the time inside.

This is the greatest support that Jiang Wudao's father can give. It doesn't mean that he can't give him the treasures of heaven and earth that he cherishes more. It just means that if he is given these, what kind of experience will he have?

Jiang Wudao didn't bother to wear these shoes, so he stepped barefoot on the wooden floor and walked towards the kitchen step by step.

"Wait a minute, a wooden house? What if there's a fire in your kitchen? Will I die on the spot?"

Jiang Wudao complained belatedly, but fortunately the person who designed the house still had some brains. The floor was a pure white marble floor, so these things should not happen.

Turn on the fire, put the pot on, and add oil. When the oil was almost hot, Jiang Wudao directly threw the monster blood into it. Then he took a kitchen knife from the chopping board on the side and cut some chopped green onions, some onions, some diced ham sausage, and some

There are some tomatoes.

"Oh, by the way, do you need to put some water in it?"

Jiang Wudao, eighteen years old, is a kitchen idiot.

In order to prevent this thing from exploding, Jiang Wudao found a lid to cover it.

The beeping sound came from here. I don’t know how long it took for the beeping sound to finally disappear.

When he opened the lid of the pot, a strong odor suddenly invaded Jiang Wudao's nostrils.

This made Jiang Wudao very disgusted and pinched his nose with two fingers.

But I have said it before, no matter how unpalatable it is, I have to endure the discomfort and eat it. There is no other way. As a person who wants to save face, I have to do what I say.

As for why no one heard it and still did it, Jiang Wudao curled his lips. He didn't believe that his old father was not spying on him and eavesdropping on his words.

It was still the familiar white "plastic bag", but it was an enhanced version. It was a white lunch box. After putting the unknown objects in the pot into it, he felt that there were countless things hidden inside.

Heartbroken, Jiang Wudao raised his head and swallowed it directly. Jiang Wudao's throat surged violently.

After eating, Jiang Wudao wiped his mouth with his sleeve, smiled happily, then foamed at the mouth and fell unconscious...