Chapter 87 Gin's Revival
The pitch-black cemetery was devoid of life, light, and sound; only rows of cold, square tombstones and low-flying insects could be seen.
A cloud of black mist swept in, passing over the trees used for landscaping in the cemetery, causing the leaves to rustle.
Negroni scanned each tombstone, searching for his target. He moved quickly, and within a minute, he appeared in front of a tombstone.
"The Tomb of Kurosawa Jin." He murmured, reading the words on the tombstone. He squatted down and gently stroked the inscription.
If someone unaware of the situation saw this scene, they would surely think that Negroni was someone who couldn't bear the longing for the deceased and had come to sweep the grave in the middle of the night.
That's not actually the case...
"Clang!"
Without warning, the hand that was touching the tombstone a second ago suddenly punched it in the waist and broke it in two.
As his anger was released, Negroni couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.
The thought of what he was going to do next made him want to laugh...
Then, he clenched his fist and smashed it towards the top of the tomb chamber in the same way.
With a loud crash, the tiles laid on top were smashed to pieces, scattering here and there.
In the deep pit, a small urn lay quietly, covered with a little dust.
He roughly picked up the urn, tossed it into the air, and weighed it in his hand.
Negroni scoffed. Who would have thought that after the organization's top assassin died, all that was left was this little bit of ashes?
Back then, Kurosawa Jin faked his death to join the organization, using Gin's corpse in place of his own, so the ashes buried were naturally Gin's.
Number One had told him about this.
Now, he has stolen the necromancy of the phantom and glimpsed an evil resurrection ritual within the memories of magical heritage.
Anyone who obtains a person's ashes can be resurrected through a ritual and become the caster's puppet.
Of course, this ritual comes at a price, a price that most people cannot afford, but for Negroni, a higher-dimensional being, it is negligible.
“So next…” he said, deftly opening the lid, tilting the urn, and pouring out its contents.
The grayish-white ashes, mixed with some bone fragments, fell to the ground like a waterfall, pooling into a puddle of powder.
Negroni threw down the jar he was holding, took a step back, and began a long, low chant.
Accompanied by incomprehensible incantations, a red magic circle appeared beneath the pool of ashes, its crimson light illuminating Negroni's face and making it appear eerily strange.
"boom!"
The clumps of ashes moved without wind, drifting into the air like flowing water. A flash of red light enveloped the puppet that was slowly solidifying into a body.
In less than fifteen minutes, a tall man with long silver hair and green eyes appeared in front of Negroni.
The puppet Gin stood barefoot on the ground, expressionless, with empty eyes, like a doll.
He lowered his head and called out in a low voice, "Master!"
Negroni felt a thrill as he stared at Kurosawa Jin's face and called him "master."
"Haha, it's so similar, no wonder they're isotopes! But, it's still a little off."
After saying that, Negroni waved his hand, and the puppet Gin's long hair instantly became shorter. At the same time, hideous scars appeared on his neck and abdomen.
“Okay, smile,” Negroni continued.
Upon receiving the command, the puppet Gin forced a smile, but it looked fake, the kind of smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Be gentler...look at me, that's good, that's it."
He's still somewhat inferior to Kurosawa Jin, but that doesn't matter; he has plenty of strength and methods.
"Hahahaha!" Thinking of this, Negroni spread his arms and laughed wildly, "The show is about to begin, Kurosawa Jin, let's see how you deal with this!"
The following morning, when the cemetery manager saw the scene, which looked as if it had been bombed, he was shocked and panicked.
He knew that the person buried here was no ordinary person; he was the eldest son of the Kurosawa Group and the brother of the current head of the Kurosawa Group!
It's over! It's over! The person in charge was inwardly weeping.
The first person to arrive was Bai Miao, and a few minutes later, Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda also arrived.
What comes into view are scattered pieces of tiles, a broken tombstone in the middle, and an empty urn not far away.
"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, it was our oversight..." The person in charge led a group of staff members, bowing repeatedly to Bai Miao and the others in apology.
Matsuda Jinpei, his eyes blazing with fury, grabbed the person in charge by the collar and roared, "Baka! What's the use of saying all this now! Shouldn't you give us a reasonable explanation?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... but we've reviewed the cemetery's security footage from last night and found no one entering the cemetery!"
The person in charge was devastated; the incident had occurred in a very strange manner, without any trace of human activity.
The people buried in this cemetery are all wealthy and influential, so the security measures are among the best in Tokyo, with 24-hour guards and an infrared alarm system.
“Yes, I’ve checked the surveillance footage and examined the scene, but there are no clues,” Bai Miao said.
"Damn it!" Matsuda Jinpei loosened the collar of the person in charge and kicked the green belt next to him in a fit of anger.
Kenji Hagiwara appeared calm, but the red marks on his palms betrayed him as he silently picked up the urn from the ground.
“Who would need someone’s ashes? The traces at the scene look like an act of revenge.” Kenji Hagiwara walked to Bai Miao’s side.
"It's very likely that it was done by Kurosawa's enemies," Matsuda Jinpei suggested.
Kenji Hagiwara nodded in agreement, "But we have no leads."
"Tsk, if I find out who did this, I'll beat him to death!" Matsuda Jinpei clenched his fists.
At that moment, a staff member standing behind the cemetery manager, acting as a backdrop, whispered a few words.
However, his cricket-fighting skills seemed insufficient, and Matsuda Jinpei overheard him.
"What else could be able to enter so silently but be something unclean..."
"Hey kid, what are you talking about! What do you mean by 'unclean things'?!"
"I'm not wrong, what else could it be but a ghost! Waaah!" Before the person could finish speaking, the person in charge covered his mouth.
My goodness! You've caused me trouble again!
The person in charge hurriedly explained, "The new young man is ignorant, hahaha..."
Matsuda Jinpei clicked his tongue in annoyance, but Hagiwara Kenji's calm voice reached everyone's ears.
"If those things really exist, I hope it was Gu Ze who did it himself."
"Ouch!" Before he could finish speaking, Matsuda Jinpei's fist landed on his head, and he cried out in pain.
"Baka! What nonsense are you spouting!"
Bai Miao couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Alright, I'll report this to the boss and follow up on it. Let's leave it at that for now."
"As for this place, thank you for cleaning and restoring it."
"Yes, yes, yes." The person in charge nodded repeatedly.
The news that the grave of the former heir of the Kurosawa Group had been dug up and the ashes stolen caused a huge uproar in society and became a topic of conversation among people.
Public opinion persisted for some time, but neither the police nor the Kurosawa Group were able to find the culprit behind this.
Gradually, some people began to blame the Japanese police for their incompetence, while others spread rumors that it was Naoto Kurosawa, the current head of the Kurosawa Group, who was responsible...
Anyway, there were all sorts of opinions, until one picture went viral in posts on various forums!
Ran Mouri sat on the sofa looking at the pictures Sonoko had sent her.
The picture shows a street at dusk, with a man in a worn-out shirt standing under a streetlamp, looking blankly at the camera.
The man was some distance from the photographer, so his face wasn't very clear.
She clicked on the post that Yuanzi had sent her and exclaimed in surprise at the content.
"Oh my god! No way!"
"What's wrong?" Kogoro Mouri, who was sitting in his usual spot, heard his daughter's voice and curiously leaned over.
Conan Edogawa lay on the back of the sofa behind her, peeking out with his fluffy head, taking in the entire screen of Ran's phone.
"A ghost lingering in the land of death, a dead person who refuses to leave..." Kogoro Mouri read the words aloud, frowning. "What on earth is this?!"
"They said they saw a policeman who had been dead for many years on that street, the one who was killed on that street!"
Ran Mouri explained, showing the pictures to Kogoro Mouri and Conan.
"Look, someone else took a picture."
"Hiss..." Upon seeing the photo, Kogoro Mouri squinted as if trying to identify something, then suddenly his eyes widened.
"Isn't that the kid with the 300 million?" Kogoro Mouri still hasn't forgotten the 300 million prize he missed out on.
"Dad, do you know him?"
"I've met him a few times. That kid was really something back in the day. Every time I saw him, Megure would praise him."
Kogoro Mouri changed the subject, "It's just a pity..."
"So there really are ghosts!" Xiaolan covered her mouth.
"Tsk, someone must be faking it to get attention. Sigh, people these days..."
While Kogoro Mouri and Ran Mouri were talking, Conan had already gone online to search for information.
Kurosawa formation, Kurosawa formation, it's Kurosawa formation again!
This name, this face, have been appearing frequently in front of him lately.
Jin Kurosawa, Gin, the Black Organization...
Why don't we ask Gu Ze for his opinion?
No, he won't tell me, just like last time!
"Knock knock knock".
A knock on the door interrupted Conan's thoughts.
Ran Mouri opened the door, and the three little ones stood outside full of anticipation.
"What are you doing here?" Conan squinted at them.
"Conan, let's go on an adventure together!" the three children said in unison.
Ayumi stood at the front, her eyes wide open; Mitsuhiko looked excited, and together with Genta, they raised their hands high above their heads.
Conan smirked. "What are you guys up to now?"
"Let's go catch ghosts!"
Hey, really?
"It's about what's in the post, the ghosts lingering in the land of death, the dead who refuse to leave!" Ayumi said.
"Conan, come with us! Ai will be going too."
Unable to resist the pleading looks from the three little ones, Conan had no choice but to agree.
Conan thought to himself, "Since you won't tell me, I'll find out myself."
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