Chapter 89 A Group of Outlaws
Gojo Satoru: "The new order I'm establishing aligns with modern thought and law, and human life is not to be taken lightly. Therefore, as a sorcerer, I naturally cannot overstep my authority and enforce the law like those old-timers did in the past. However, upholding the law and cracking down on organized crime is the duty of every citizen. I can't personally represent the sorcerer community, but I can represent my personal rights as a law-abiding citizen and cooperate with law enforcement, correct?"
It is difficult to take action against Gojo Satoru, a sorcerer who protects humans but has no law enforcement power, but Gojo Satoru, a legal citizen of Neon, can cooperate with official law enforcement.
Cheng Xiaoyu, a seasoned expert with a flexible moral compass and a knack for exploiting loopholes, understood immediately. "Of course you can. After this is resolved, you can use this as a case study. Tell everyone this is the result of the feudal corruption perpetrated by the previous Jujutsu leadership—the underworld has infiltrated and become accomplices in the corruption. This cancer must be eradicated."
This is just like an employee who is scolded at work and cannot fight back, but after taking off his work clothes, he can join the battle and vent his anger without violating the rules.
Gojo Satoru: "Then I'll wait for your good news. Bye~"
Edogawa Conan: "What's going on over there?"
"We seem to have found a clue about Pandora. I'll go confirm it later. And Gojo Satoru said the winery's operation against Geto Suguru had already begun." Cheng Xiaoyu roughly repeated Gojo Satoru's words and gave his phone number to Conan Edogawa. "If you need the cooperation of law-abiding citizen Gojo Satoru, he's always welcome."
Kaito Kidd couldn't sit still when he heard the news about Pandora: "Where is the clue about Pandora?"
Cheng Xiaoyu: "On the vast African savannah, I heard about something in a local tribe of sorcerers that fits your description of Pandora. Just as you guessed, they believe it's something ominous, so it's been guarded for generations. I have to go and see it for myself."
This answer made Kaito Kidd silent.
For so many years, everyone believed that this big gem was in the hands of a private collector. He therefore inherited his father's business and became a world-famous thief.
But who would have thought that the closest clue encountered over the years would be on the African savannah?
Although Gojo Satoru usually looks frivolous, he is very decisive when it comes to doing things. He quickly sent Otsutsuki Yuuta's contact information and the approximate area where he is located.
Cheng Xiaoyu immediately called Yuta Okkotsu, putting her phone on speakerphone. "Hello, Yuta Okkotsu. This is Ghost. Are you free now? If you're not, tell me the coordinates of the local tribe you found, and I'll go there myself."
"Ah... hello, Miss Ghost."
Yuta Otsutsuki was a little surprised. He had already heard from Gojo teacher that Oniying had a strange style of being sometimes lazy and sometimes decisive. But he didn't expect that less than fifteen minutes after he hung up the phone with Gojo teacher, Oniying called him directly to ask for the coordinates and said he would come in person.
"I'm free now. The local guide who told me this news is right next to me, but he's unwilling to reveal more relevant information to a foreigner like me. Mr. Gojo said you might have a way..."
Cheng Xiaoyu: "Keep him, I'll be there soon."
Yuta Otsutsuki: Huh?
Why is there such a request?
Yutakotsu was horrified and quickly refused: "No, even if you come from Japan now, the flight alone will take more than ten hours. I can't detain local residents in their own country and on their own territory!"
Cheng Xiaoyu: "What are you thinking, kid? I didn't ask you to use force to detain him. We're in a civilized society now. You just need to make sure he's within your sight. I'll be there in fifteen minutes at the latest. I've added you as a social media friend. Send me your current coordinates. See you later. Bye."
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"So you're nearby? Hello, Miss Ghost?" Yuta Otsutsuki held up the hung-up phone, bewildered. Miguel, a local sorcerer who spoke Neon, said, "Hanging up already? That's too hasty. We're on the grasslands right now. Even if she had the real-time coordinates, she wouldn't be able to find us."
"Perhaps it has something to do with her spell. Gojo-sensei also told me that this might be the case. People who have been practicing spellcasting for a long time tend to have some unique personalities."
Yuta Otsutsuki accepted the friend request, then sent him his current approximate coordinates and took pictures of the surrounding trees and village scenery that might serve as landmarks... Although he didn't know if the other party could find him with this, he tried his best.
Miguel: "Okay, then we just need to go ahead and buy this guy a few more drinks and wait fifteen minutes. It's not that difficult. Want one?"
Yuta Otsutsuki: "I am a minor and cannot drink."
Miguel: "You are now in the African grasslands. There are no such rules here. Besides, what's the harm in drinking? Can they revoke your position as a special sorcerer just because you are underage?"
Yuta Otsutsukoshi rubbed the dark circles under his eyes and smiled bitterly: "If it's possible, then I might really try it. Being a special-grade sorcerer is really exhausting, but let's forget it for now."
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Yuta Otsutsuki and Miguel sat in the small restaurant located in the small village until the time on their cell phones reached 14 minutes and 30 seconds, but they still did not receive any news about the ghost, nor did they see any people around who might be ghosts.
Miguel was not surprised at all. He muttered, "Maybe she got lost. It's not as easy to find her way in the grassland as in the city. But it's no big deal. We can come back tomorrow to find her. But she must make up for the money for the drinks--"
Before the last word even hit the ground, Miguel and Yuta Otsutsuki jumped up and rushed outside. The local sorcerer even jumped up and fired three shots at the ceiling and shouted a bunch of local words. The people in the tavern panicked and ran out of the back door and the side door. Only three sorcerers were left, staring vigilantly at the direction of the gate.
The shadows on the wall flowed down like living liquid and gathered on the wall next to the gate. A foot stepped out from it, and a creature with pale skin and red eyes, who looked like a human female but was definitely not a human, walked out calmly.
It carried a strange cursed power that was so overwhelming that even a top-grade sorcerer could sense it.
"■■□......?" The local sorcerer couldn't help but shout out the name of an evil spirit in the legend of his tribe.
“Zero zero zero——”
The fifteen-minute timer on Yuuta Okkotsu's phone just happened to ring. The "evil spirit" who had stepped out of the shadows smiled and said in neon: "See how accurate my timing is. Nice to meet you, Yuuta Okkotsu. I'm here as promised."
As these words fell, the oppressive curse power in the air that was like condensed matter disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the appearance of the person in front of him almost changed in the blink of an eye into a young human woman in her early twenties, very ordinary, without any inhuman features.
"■■■!" The local sorcerer shouted another word, looking even more terrified. It was obvious that he had determined that the woman in front of him was some kind of evil spirit in human skin.
Miguel had at least been to Tokyo, a place known for its night parade of demons. He quickly calmed down and said to his fellow villager in his native dialect, "Calm down. This might be a blessing (curse) from wizards (spellcasters) from other places."
"Whoa, what's going on here?"
As they were confronting each other, a man in a white suit, a white top hat and a white cloak walked out of the shadows in a hurry, and a man who... for some reason had covered his face like a masked bandit... It should be a man, because he was wrapped so tightly in a pile of rags that he could not be recognized at first glance.
The more Otsutsukota looked at the white figure, the more familiar it looked: "...Kaito Kidd?"
Kidd took off his hat and saluted: "I didn't expect there are fans of mine here too, hello."
Yuta Otsutsuki put away his knife and took the initiative to step forward and shake hands with the ghost: "Hello, I am Yuta Otsutsuki."
Cheng Xiaoyu shook his hand back. "Hello, is that the person who knows the inside story? Let me talk to him."
Before Miguel could relay his thoughts, Cheng Xiaoyu spoke in the local dialect, speaking with a fluency comparable to his own: "I'm here to recover the 'Demon Stone.' You must all be well aware that it doesn't belong in this world. The situation is serious now. I can wait for your response here, or I can go back with you and speak to your elders in person. What do you think, sir?"
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"Hey, aren't you hot?" Kaito Kidd quietly poked Hakuba Tan, who had almost wrapped himself up like a ball, "Don't get a heat stroke and ask me to carry you back."
Bai Ma pinched his throat and said, "Stupid, what we are doing now is smuggling! I don't want to be on the wanted list like you. And remember don't shout my name, there are people watching here..."
Otsutsuki Yuta: "....Actually, can I just pretend I didn't see it?"
Bai Ma Tan deliberately lowered his voice: "No, thank you."
Miguel: "I didn't detect any fluctuations in the cursed energy at all. Are you two ordinary people? And you said you were smuggled in... Could it be that you were sent directly from Neon?"
This guess really scared Miguel. You know, Neon is more than 7,000 kilometers away from here, and crossing it in 15 minutes... It's too outrageous no matter how you think about it.
British student Bai Matan quickly lowered his voice and uttered something in his London accent: "It's not good to delve too deeply into other people's secrets."
In fact, this ultra-long-distance crossing took less than ten seconds. The fourteen minutes were mainly used for Bai Ma to explore the bullet-riddled office building and grab some barely intact curtains, tablecloths and other things to make masks and cloaks.
Bai Ma Detective must prevent anyone from using any means to infer and catch evidence of his smuggling, otherwise, if nothing else, he will have to break the leg of his old father, the director of the film and television department, who hates evil.
Edogawa Conan suddenly thought of the time when he was knocked unconscious by Kid and taken abroad to New Zealand, and had to help him return home. He understood Hakuba Tan's concern very well: "Why don't you not go?"
Hakuba rejected the idea outright: "How can that be? The closest clue to the truth is right in front of me right now. What kind of detective would I be if I didn't do something? I'll pretend to be Kidd's accomplice. That way, even if my face is seen, they can say it's Kidd in disguise."
"You're thinking of me now? I never thought you'd need help from a thief like me, great detective—"
Kaito Kidd has always seen the high-spirited Hakuba Senpai, but he has never seen him so aggrieved. And for this reason, he was trying so hard to hold back his laughter, but he was happy to cooperate with him. After all, not everyone is an outlaw like him.
The cloak that Hakuba wore was even made with needle and thread provided by him, and he and Edogawa Conan quickly sewed it with a pile of rags.
The disadvantage is that they were in a hurry to sew and used quantity instead of quality of rags. Bai Ma Tan's quick-made cloak cannot be taken off. It will easily fall apart if taken off or pulled, and it is likely that some strips of cloth will fall off after walking a few steps.
Anyway...come on, Bai Ma Tan.
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