The Shadow Army of Kexue World

A bar base of the Black Organization.

"Boss, I found out, that kid is the nephew of the little-known detective Maori Kogoro in Tokyo, and after a previous accident, the whole family died, so he survived by himself, and then lost his memory. There is nothing special about other abilities, but according to the analysis of hospital records, this kid's resilience is amazing.

Vodka sat in the corner and reported to the ginjiu.

"Oh, then it doesn't matter, according to the eyes of those two sisters, no one can look at such a person." Gin Jiu shook his glass and said contemplatively.

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Since using the power of the Ghost King that day, I knew that if I used this ability, there would be some strange changes in my body.

For example, the eyes turn red.

In order to prevent others from discovering that they are different when they use that ability again in the future.

He bought a pair of sunglasses, and then bought a few black clothes with a bit of bad fun.

Also took advantage of Conan's absence to secretly put it in the cabinet.

When I woke up the next morning, I glanced at Conan, who was still sleeping in a daze.

Maori quickly put on his clothes, then put on a black trench coat, a top hat, and sunglasses.

Then quietly crouched next to Conan's head, smiling.

Conan seemed to feel and opened his eyes.

"Ah~"

A scream cut through the quiet morning.

"Boom!"

Xiaolan suddenly rushed in in her pajamas and asked in a panic, "What's wrong?" What happened?

Then he saw Mao Lixuan in a dashing trench coat, and praised: "Brother Xiao Xian, you are really handsome in this outfit, I think there will be many girls who like it."

Conan, on the other hand, stepped back with horror in his eyes.

In Xiaolan's eyes, Maori instantly smiled brightly.

In Conan's eyes, it turned into an eerie cold smile.

It seems to coincide with that person.

Xiaolan gently squatted in front of Conan and said, "Conan, are you scared by a nightmare?" But you are very rude like this, Brother Xiao Xuan is very handsome in this outfit, you step back like this, but it will make him think that he is ugly. "

Maori Instant (; ′⌒') Is this really praising me?

Conan o (≧ mouth ≦) o He's a nightmare, okay.

After Xiaolan went out.

Conan climbed up to Maori Instant, lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Xiao Instant, have you joined any strange society recently?"

Maori knew in his heart what this imp was talking about.

He stared at Conan and sneered: "Little ghost, I don't know what you're talking about, why do you say this, are you still hiding any secrets?" It's like..." Seeing

Conan's nervous and cold sweat.

Mao Li instantly decided not to scare him, and then continued: "Just like you really think that I wear it like this, it's not handsome, right?" "

Conan Conan has been holding back for a long time, you tell me this.

Looking at Mao Lixian's outstretched fist, while wiping cold sweat, he stepped back and said embarrassedly: "Brother Xiao Xuan is really handsome in this way, he woke me up handsome in the morning." "

Maori is instantly hehe, you and I are Maori Kogoro."

"Swoosh!"

Conan quickly rushed to Maori Kogoro's room and woke up the still asleep Maori Kogoro.

"Boom!"

A familiar force smashed on top of Conan's head.

Maori Kogoro broke his mouth and cursed, "You little ghost, what are you doing in the morning."

"Ouch!" Conan covered his head and struggled and said: "Maori Shumai, brother Xiao Xuan joined the violent group. "

Mori Kogoro (" ゚ロ ゚)" "Mori Instant~

" "Swoosh!"

Maori instantly appeared at the door of Maori Kogoro's room, "Uncle, what's wrong." Maori

Kogoro saw Maori instantly wearing a black trench coat, and said with a smile: "You are very good, quite like your uncle and my famous detective Maori Kogoro."

Then he thought something was wrong: "Ahem, Conan said what kind of violent group you joined and what happened."

Maori glanced at Conan instantly, and then said with a smile: "Conan, this child, when he sees people dressed in black, he thinks it is a gangster organization, and I am also the assistant of detective Maori Kogoro, how can I go to participate in those strange organizations." Maori

Kogoro laughed, then smacked Conan on the head again.

"You little devil!"

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Maori wandered around instantly.

That's right, he was arranged by Kogoro to find cats again.

Then the group of ghost ninjagos came alive again.

"The Middle World Museum?"

Mao Li thought instantly, anyway, there is nothing to do, and it is okay to enter the art museum to cultivate and cultivate emotions.

When he was standing in front of an oil picture, an old man with a long beard came up to him and said softly behind him:

"Sir, if you admire the painting, you can't wear sunglasses, so that the meaning of color itself is missing."

Mao Li turned his head instantly, only then remembered that the sunglasses had not been taken off, after all, he did not understand these artistic things very well.

Scratched his head embarrassedly, then pushed the sunglasses up on the top of his head.

He smiled at the old gentleman and said, "I'm really sorry, I forgot..." Before

he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a white suit came over and said unceremoniously:

"Director Ochiai, it's good that someone came, you still pick and choose." Enjoy the popularity of these days, after all, in a few days, even if there are no such perfunctory people. The

old gentleman would turn around and see the person coming: "Boss Zhenzhong!"

Mao Li also looked over coldly, although I came in to hang out, but it was not your turn to say that I was perfunctory.

However, the call Manaka did not stop, and directly walked over with people.

Although Mao Li Zhi had an impression of this incident, he was not very deep, and he only remembered that an old man killed a boss.

Could it be the two of them?

Thinking of this, he suddenly sneered and looked at the back of the real man.

Curator Ochiai saw Mori's expression, "This gentleman, you don't have to care about the attitude of Boss Manaka, if you are really interested in these paintings, I will be happy to explain it to you, and it will be a reparation." Mao

Li Instant smiled when he heard this: "Despise Mao Li Instant, then it will trouble you."

The Ochiai curator introduced with a smile: "This place is divided into the Earth Hall

, the Sky Hall, the Ocean Hall, the Hell Hall, etc., then I will take you first..." Maori smiled and said directly: "Would you like to take me to the Hell Hall first, I am quite interested in these strange things." "

Eh!" Hearing Maori say the Hall of Hell, the director of Ochiai was a little stunned, and then said with a smile: "Okay, I'll take Mr. Maori over." The

two walked through the corridor to the back room, the House of Hell.

Enter a very dark room.

Director Ochiai explains, "Because it is a scene depicting hell, we chose a dark tone for the overall tone, and some of the statues and paintings here depict the eerie horror of hell, and of course, this heavenly punishment. The

two came to a huge painting.

Director Ochiai continued, "This painting depicts a righteous knight, a work that seals off demons. Maori

instantly looked at the portrait in front of him and suddenly felt very strange.

He smelled a familiar smell, the smell of human qi and blood.

Altar of blood?

Could it be that there are people in this world who know magic?

Maori turned his head in an instant and said to Ochiai, who was looking at the giant painting obsessively: "Director Ochiai, may I ask, which artist did this painting come from?" I don't see any money on the painting. Director

Ochiai came back to his senses and shook his head. I don't know, we bought this painting from a dead rich family, and it took a lot of effort later, but unfortunately we didn't find out who the painting came from. When

Maori looked at the painting again, his eyes had turned blood red.

In his eyes, this painting is not just a painting, but a formation built by various breaths.

But it is obvious that this person draws a tiger like a cat, although he has a trace of the power of the altar of blood.

But it is already very weak and weak, and the simplest role is to exchange life for strength.

It seems that someone has already begun to sacrifice, and Maori instantly captures between the various breaths, mixed with a trace of qi and blood.

Then turned his head to look at Ochiai, sure enough.

When I watched anime in my previous life, I couldn't figure it out, how could an old man who was over the age of flower armor wear a pair of medieval armor and nail the deceased to death.

"Ah! Gross profit...... Mr. Maori, you..." The

Ochiai curator saw Maori who suddenly looked at him, and found that his eyes had turned blood red, and with the scene of the Hell Hall, it was really terrifying.