Looking at the lens in front of him, Conan hesitated, not knowing if he should take it.
Jerry, on the other hand, was getting a little anxious. It ran over directly and pushed Conan, signaling for him to hurry up and take it.
Now that its Mouse Breathing had achieved some success, it was just waiting to teach those blind vengeful spirits and evil ghosts a lesson.
It was just that Miyauchi Hikage's Pure-Yang Body's effect was too good. He couldn't see those things at all when he was around him. Now that he had this opportunity, how could he miss it?
Conan looked at the "himself" in front of him, and after struggling for a good while, he finally took the lens.
He was going to become the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, the great detective who would solve all mysteries.
No matter what tricks this man in front of him wanted to play, he couldn't back down here.
Seeing Conan take the lens, Miyauchi Hikage nodded in approval.
"Then let me give you a little reminder first. No matter what you see, don't show that you can see it."
Jerry was impatient. Before Miyauchi Hikage could even finish his sentence, it was already pulling on Conan's shoe, signaling that it was time to go.
Conan followed behind this overly intelligent mouse with a complicated mood.
Even when they passed by those two "members" of the Black Organization, for a moment, he didn't even think that this was a good opportunity to find out their identities.
After all, compared to the Black Organization, this "himself" who had suddenly appeared in front of him, and the "truth" of this world, concerned him more.
The time was now close to midnight. Walking on the deserted street, after walking quickly for about one or two hundred meters, Conan suddenly realized, could he escape now?
The two people from the Black Organization were asleep. That "himself" was staying in place and hadn't followed. Now, in front of him was only a mouse.
If he were to escape now, it seemed to be the best time.
But just as this thought appeared, before he could even act on it, the Jerry in front of him suddenly cried out excitedly, drawing his attention.
Conan looked ahead. There was nothing there.
But looking at Jerry's reaction at this moment, it seemed to have "seen" something.
Conan subconsciously tightened his grip on the lens in his hand, hesitating whether to put it to his eye.
But seeing Jerry turn back to greet him and then charge forward at an accelerated speed, Conan finally put that suspicious lens to his left eye.
In the next instant, through the lens, a "mysterious existence" with tattered clothes, a stooped figure, and a faint black aura emanating from its entire body appeared in Conan's left eye.
Even though Conan was somewhat mentally prepared, looking at this ferocious-looking big guy in front of him, his heart still couldn't help but beat violently at this moment!
He took a deep breath, trembling slightly, and then took the lens away.
In front of him, it was still empty. He could only see Jerry excitedly greeting the air.
Could this lens be equipped with some of the most advanced augmented reality (AR) technology?
Conan flipped the plain-looking lens in his hand back and forth. It was only at the edge of the lens that he saw some characters he didn't recognize engraved on it.
It seemed to be Sanskrit.
However, before he could start studying it, an even more incredible scene appeared in front of him.
Even without looking through the lens, arcs of lightning still flashed from Jerry's body in front of him.
Immediately after, Jerry, who had turned into an electric mouse, launched an attack on the air at an astonishing speed right before his eyes.
Looking at this live scene without any special effects, the worldview that Conan had built up over more than ten years since he was a child, which had only been impacted once when he discovered his body had shrunk, completely collapsed at this moment.
This... is the truth of the world?
Is this mouse really a shikigami from those ghost stories?
Conan hurriedly put the lens back to his eye.
That terrifying-looking big guy appeared in front of him again.
It was just that at this moment, that big guy seemed to be feeling a sense of shame and anger in the face of Jerry's attack.
But every time it touched the electric arcs emanating from Jerry's body, it was as if it were a snail touching salt. It could only let out a wretched wail and retreat.
It wasn't until it suddenly noticed Conan, who was holding a lens and looking this way from not far away, that its dark eyes became fierce again.
"You can see it, can't you? You can see it too!?"
At this moment, Conan vaguely heard such a voice in his ear.
He remembered the reminder from that "himself": no matter what he saw, he had to pretend he couldn't see it.
Could it be that these guys only attack people who can see them?
Conan immediately made such a judgment.
Immediately after, he took the lens away. In front of him, it became incredibly clean again. He could only see a super-mouse ravaging the air in front of him.
Jerry could even find the time to wave at him, signaling that he could get a little closer for a close-up observation.
That expression was as if to say, with it around, these were all small troubles.
Although today, Conan had received several major blows in succession, as a protagonist, his mental fortitude was indeed strong enough.
Even when a terrifying existence beyond reality appeared in front of him, he could adjust his mentality in a short period of time and force himself to remain calm.
Therefore, Conan ignored Jerry's signal.
That "himself" had told him to pretend he couldn't see, but his gaze just now seemed to have already been discovered by the other party.
After all, it's the first time seeing this kind of thing. Probably no one can control their own gaze.
Conan thought to himself, and at the same time, he took the initiative to move a few steps further away before taking out the lens again.
After being worn down by Jerry time and time again, the black aura around that guy had dissipated quite a bit, and it also looked a lot weaker.
But it was still constantly repeating the heart-stopping words "You can see it, can't you?" in a harsh voice. Conan even felt that if he had a nightmare in the future, this sentence would definitely appear in his dream.
And after teasing the other party for a few minutes and finding that it still couldn't come up with any new tricks, Jerry also lost interest in continuing to entangle with this brainless fellow.
It directly drilled into the other party's "body" and used its powerful life energy to burn this vengeful spirit to ashes from the inside out.
After doing all this, as the black aura completely dissipated, Jerry pretended to wipe its forehead, and then wanted to go and find the next victim-ghost with great excitement.
Conan hurriedly called out to stop it.
"Now that I've seen what you wanted me to see, you should tell me what your purpose is, right?"
Hearing Conan's words, Jerry couldn't help but feel a little bored.
He hadn't even put in much effort, and this little human already didn't want to play anymore.
Forget it, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. According to Miyauchi Hikage's meaning, isn't it going to visit a black cat's house in a few days? At that time, I'll just bring a few vengeful spirits over as a housewarming gift.
And so, a few minutes later, Conan once again came before the man with his own face and returned the lens that could let him see the truth of the world.
It was just that this time, he had become a little more cautious than before.
This is a group of people who truly possess supernatural powers. He must figure out what this man wants to do.
Putting away the lens, Miyauchi Hikage no longer kept him in suspense.
"Have you heard of mana resurgence?"
"You shouldn't have anything else to do besides dealing with that Black Organization right now, right?"
"Are you interested in being a savior part-time?"