Chapter 107: Conan-Science Tiger Shot
Shinichi Kudo's fury didn't stem solely from the shock of the "firework show"; it was because he had never encountered a culprit who so flagrantly "disregarded the rules"!
The criminals he had met before varied wildly, many possessing the brawn or brains to challenge or ambush a detective. But those criminals followed a certain etiquette—or at least, a logical progression of events.
But this mysterious silhouette?
From the first word spoken to the detonation of the toilet, did even ten seconds pass?
Forget giving clues; at the very least, he should have given some time. Instead, despite claiming it was a "deduction game," the man hadn't left the detective a single opening!
Thus, Shinichi was beyond enraged. As a detective, he intended to represent the world of crime and teach this "rule-breaking" mysterious silhouette a lesson in the Beika Town style!
"For a detective, anger is a lethal poison; but for a criminal, it is the source of joy. Shinichi Kudo, do not forget your current rage—use it to make me even more entertained..."
No matter how Shinichi gave chase, the voice of the mysterious shadow always emerged from the next corner of the wall, as if the man were eternally just out of reach, ahead in a space he couldn't touch.
Shinichi, being naturally extraordinary, eventually calmed down and sensed the oddity of it all. It was called an attack, but it felt more like a malicious prank!
Every irrational occurrence has an explanation behind it. This was Shinichi's lifelong creed. He stopped abruptly and asked coldly:
"Speak. What is your goal in playing such a vile prank on me?"
Once Shinichi stopped running, the voice didn't drift further away. It chuckled softly:
"A goal? What a fascinating yet boring thought. In your eyes, must every interaction between people, even the existence of all things, have a 'purpose'?"
Shinichi sneered. "If there is no purpose, are you trying to tell me you just felt the weather was nice today, took a stroll to my house, saw the great design of my toilet, and decided to blow it up? And because you felt it would be lonely to watch alone, you invited the homeowner to enjoy the show?"
The gloomy voice didn't mind the sarcasm; its amusement only intensified:
"Shinichi Kudo, perhaps in your eyes, the world follows rules. Everything operates according to Holmes's deductive method; everything can be understood and tracked through logic. But I tell you: the truth is the opposite. The world is chaos. Some people are born to see the world burn, and they do it simply because they want to, they can, and they find joy in it..."
The voice paused, then continued:
"Just as you said, the weather today is quite nice, so I came. Your toilet did have a great shape, so I decided to blow it up. And I did feel it would be boring to watch alone, so I hid around the corner for hours just to wait for the moment you walked in..."
"Of course, to avoid you calling me a boring broken record, I can give you a more interesting version. This was my first time setting an explosive trap. The yield was an estimate, and that wasn't a technical error—I did it on purpose. Whether it ended as a 'Yellow Springs' fountain or as the 'Flesh-and-Bone Splatter' of Shinichi Kudo was entirely a chaotic unknown. I truly looked forward to the birth and growth of that chaos. As for the final result... honestly, after the reveal, it felt rather insipid."
Shinichi, who had always scoffed at religious concepts, felt a deep understanding of the word "heresy" for the first time in his life. Everything that gloomy voice said was terrifyingly genuine, spoken from the heart—and that was exactly what disgusted Shinichi.
A detective walking the path of Order could never accept or understand a fanatic chasing Chaos.
"Save your nonsensical thoughts for the police station when you're giving your statement!"
Shinichi suddenly accelerated and kicked a nearby soccer ball.
As a fanatic mystery geek and a passionate soccer fan, having multiple soccer balls in the house was reasonable. Having one left out in the hallway because it wasn't put away was also reasonable. Finally, when Shinichi kicked the ball, the resulting gale was so fierce the windows rattled, and the ball flew with a trail of wind-fire—that was also "reasonable."
As for whether it was reasonable for the ball to hit the wall, ricochet, and blast toward Mo Yu at the corner while the swirling air took the shape of a roaring tiger's head... well, that was a matter of perspective!
What a "Tiger Shot"! Worthy of being the human vessel of the God of Death Elementary Student, Edogawa Conan!
Mo Yu, extending his hands to catch the ball, couldn't help but shout internally:
"POTENT!"
The killing power of this ball was truly fierce. Even though he caught it, the ball continued to spin violently between the palms of his "Xiao Hei" body. The air-formed tiger head roared even louder. In a split second, wisps of blue smoke began to rise from Mo Yu's palms!
But Mo Yu was no easy mark. Applying his "God's Palm" force, he exerted a burst of energy to violently knock the Tiger Shot away. He then took a step back, vanished into the corner shadows, and by the time Shinichi caught up, there was only a soccer ball slowly rolling on the floor, its kinetic energy spent.
"Damn it! You got away fast!"
Driven by detective's intuition, Shinichi sensed the shadow had left. He cursed loudly, then looked at his filthy self and realized he didn't have the courage to chase him outside. He had to go wash up first.
A block away from the Kudo mansion, Mo Yu stepped out from behind a utility pole. He looked down at his hands and chuckled:
"Heh, interesting. Is this the power of Conan-Science?"
His palms were still pitch black, but Mo Yu felt they had been "injured." There was no pain, but his grasping movements felt sluggish. At the same time, he sensed that the innate skill of the Xiao Hei body—"Reassembling objects into murder traps"—would be heavily affected.
Injured hands meant trap-making was hindered; if his legs were injured, his ghost-like movement would suffer.
While he learned more about the Xiao Hei body, Mo Yu focused on the power Shinichi had just unleashed. For something to "injure" a body condensed from the Heavenly Killing Intent, it had to be another supernatural force.
But the manifestation of this force wasn't just destructive power—it was an even more incredible "Law," or perhaps a localized "Miracle"!
In that moment, Mo Yu felt that no matter how he dodged, he was destined to be hit by that ball. The injury was related to this: the power within that ball possessed an extraordinary suppression against the Heavenly Killing Intent. It was essentially a "Special Attack" (effective damage).
The injury to his palms was, simply put, a "dissipation" and "recession" of the killing intent in that area.
Had he not blocked the ball kicked in Shinichi's rage, the body might not have been dispersed, but it could have been paralyzed. If it had reached that point, nothing permanent would have happened to Mo Yu himself, but if news reached the Bleach worlds—that the Soul King, who could blast the Three Worlds apart, went to another world and got leveled by a high schooler with a soccer ball—his reputation would be ruined.
Fortunately, that didn't happen.
Mo Yu wasn't bothered by Shinichi possessing such power. Shinichi was the protagonist, and the original work was full of such "surface-science, actual-Conan-science" feats. Having personally felt it, Mo Yu actually thought it was quite good.
How to capture a world bubble? It was an open-ended question with no standard answer—it all depended on imagination and execution.
The simplest method would be to drive the Super-Ark over, deploy the Spiritual Lunatics from Bleach, and film a "Detective Conan Movie: The Alien Martial God Invasion."
Though world suppression might prevent the fighters from using their full power, Mo Yu now had the technology for "Kinetic Energy Weapons against World Bubbles." He could pick one of the twenty-six un-renovated bubbles, turn it into a ship-mounted cannon, and blast the Conan bubble until its structure suffered "Major Damage," breaking the world's suppression to force submission.
This method was crude but effective. However, the side effects were obvious: it might trigger a defensive response from the bubble. Shinichi might "coincidentally" survive the alien hunt and "suddenly" find a Death Note to wage guerrilla warfare. That was a high-probability prediction from the Authority!
Mo Yu looked down on such a simple path. It wasn't just because it would yield a half-broken bubble with high risk and low return; it was because it didn't fit his aesthetic.
Mo Yu was a writer. Years of thinking from the perspective of an anime villain had given him a LV5 Skill: [Villainous World-Ending Studies]. This gave him a unique artistic vision.
Conquest and destruction should bloom in a magnificent, grand struggle and reach the finale through the exhaust of all possibilities! Good should have its integrity; Evil should have its pride. The survival of a world should be decided by such convictions. It didn't matter if it was logical, as long as it was stimulating and interesting!
The idea of a Star-Eater firing from high orbit to glass a planet felt boring. A million evil minions stomping a newbie village was dull.
As God, if one cannot make choices as one pleases, it's even more boring. So, Mo Yu decided on another way.
In the Bleach worlds, even though the Soul King's body was gone, Mo Yu still held incredible influence. He could create a new body and fight Ichigo again to reclaim control if he wanted to. He simply chose not to.
The invasion, conversion, and alteration of the underlying information of a native bubble to spawn a unique system—this was what Mo Yu had stumbled into in Bleach. Looking back, that accident had yielded unexpected results.
By "modifying" the world, Mo Yu had engraved his brand as God into the very foundation of reality—eternal, separate, yet able to interfere.
This was a more mystical, more elegant form of conquest!
Mo Yu intended to repeat this in the Conan bubble. In Bleach, he had the Hogyoku as a medium. Conan lacked one, but that didn't matter. As long as the principle was clear, the rest was just technical operation. The Authority excelled at technology, and Mo Yu excelled at operation.
The inspiration was ready. The "game" with Shinichi was the beginning of the Phase 1 Modification. The "unscientific" Conan-science in Shinichi wasn't an obstacle; it was a potential aid.
But every plan needs steps. After the "Yellow Springs Firework Show," Mo Yu didn't plan to target the Red protagonist further. He turned his gaze toward the Black side.
In a long black trench coat, wearing a black hat, his silver hair reaching his waist, Gin had just finished purging an incompetent member of the Organization. Smoking a cigarette, he walked with a swaggering, arrogant gait toward his beloved Porsche 356A.
But the moment he prepared to get in, a powerful intuition made him stop.
He leaned down and looked under the car. A timed bomb was attached to the chassis!
Gin's eyes were cold as a demon's. He didn't run. With hands moving like a blur, he performed an emergency defusal, ripped the bomb off, and tossed it behind him.
A thunderous explosion blew a scorching wind that ruffled his long hair. But Gin didn't care. He looked down at the note in his hand—one he had found while defusing the bomb.
"The world of chaos is burning. Do you like this interesting scenery?"
Gin's gaze fell to the signature.
"Respectfully, the future Emperor of Crime—Moriarty."
A cold, demonic smile curled onto Gin's face.
"Hmph. A fool seeking death."
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