Qi Mu was puzzled.

It was the voice of a young man with a Kansai accent. It sounded like a voice, but it was different.

And … ["Namio A Dream"?]

Other than his father (when crying for help), who else would call him that?

And in this strange world?

Five minutes earlier.

Conan had finally gotten rid of Hattori. Due to the disappearance of the Cake Prince, he had to go to another shop to buy the mystery novel that he had been longing for. Just as he returned to the office, he received a call from Hattori.

"Hey, Kudo, do you believe in supernatural phenomena in this world?"

"Huh?"

It turned out that Hattori had spent the whole night trying to solve the strange card after receiving it yesterday afternoon.

But no matter how he arranged the words, translated and replaced them, or burned the paper with water, he still couldn't find anything.

In the end, he could only treat it as a prank and throw it into the trash can.

The next morning, Hattori discovered that the card was lying flat on his desk!

Hattori suspected that he had remembered wrongly because he had slept too late. He was in a hurry to buy Zuo Wen Wen, so he threw the card away and left the house.

When he returned, the card wasn't on his desk (nor in the trash can, and his mother said she didn't see it). Instead, it was in the newly bought book that he had just removed the plastic cover!

This piqued the detective's curiosity.

After failing to solve the mystery and realizing that the card couldn't be damaged, Hattori finally picked up the phone to ask for help.

"So, you suddenly called and said something about 'supernatural phenomena' because you received a prank card?" Conan tried his best to convey the disdain in his eyes.

"It's definitely not as simple as a prank!" Hattori frowned. "And it happened in my house. Are my parents involved?"

"Then, the card only said 'your wish will be granted' and nothing else?" Conan became more serious.

"Not completely," Hattori answered.

Hattori replied, "There's a symbol at each end of the sentence that looks like the Greek letter sai, so I …"

"Clang!"

"Hello?

Hattori, what's wrong?! "

Conan couldn't help but ask when he heard Hattori suddenly stop talking, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

"Gong, Kudo!

It changed, it changed! "

"What?"

"The words on the card have changed!" Hattori got up from the ground. "It's changed to 'Namio A Dream, please!'"

As soon as Hattori Heitsugu uttered the incantation, his voice was transmitted to Qi Mu's mind in Tokyo.

After that, Qi Mu walked to a secluded place and followed the inexplicable connection he had with the "Clairvoyance" after hearing that sentence. He saw a dark-skinned high school student talking on the phone while staring at a card. The card had the words "Namio A Dream, please!"

It seemed that the card had a lot to do with his transmigration!

Qi Mu hurriedly looked around. A Swarthy Youth should be in his own home. It was a Japanese-style building with a courtyard, and the trees outside his bedroom window made it convenient for him to hide.

[Teleport!]

"… What is' A Dream '?" Conan was still a little confused after hearing Hattori's explanation of what had just happened.

"'Namio,' it's' Namio! '"

【。。。】

Qi Mu, who had just "teleported" to hide outside the window.

Hattori said a few more things, but he realized that he couldn't explain it clearly with words alone. He hung up the phone, took a picture of the card, and sent it to Conan.

[Do you want to fulfill this person's "wish"?]

Qi Mu understood a thing or two.

Just as he thought about it, the words on the card changed again. It was still "Namio A Dream, please!" in the middle.

There was a small line of words at the bottom.

"Namio A Dream at your service, please state your wish."

Hattori had just sent the picture.

【。。。】

"Namio A Dream." [Hehe.]

After seeing the new changes on the card, Hattori started a video call with Conan.

"Hey, Hattori, are you trying to fool me?

This looks like a normal piece of paper. "

[Glasses Imp?

It's been a long time.]

Hattori swore that the card had really changed, and since it allowed people to make wishes, it would "definitely change again!"

"But I'm worried that this might be some kind of advanced technology to spy on people's privacy," Hattori said as he checked the room for any cameras or bugs.

"It's installed with a voice-controlled program to gain trust, and then make the other party reveal their secrets."

Then he gave an example. "For example, if Kudo were you, what would you wish for?"

[If it were Kudo, he would definitely wish to return to his original appearance as a high school student. How could he let "Namio A Dream" know about this?]

Nan Xiong · Mastermind · A Dream: [I already know.]

[So he's not a real kid.]

← _ ←

Then Qi Mu suddenly remembered. Fortunately, "Officer Takagi" only mentioned his surname in the ramen shop, and the fake glasses imp had no impression of the name "Namio".

[Just call yourself "Kongsou" from now on.]

He didn't feel guilty using the name "Brother Asshole" at all.

Even though the two of them couldn't discover him, the words on the card were really awkward.

The dark-skinned youth stopped rummaging through the cabinets.

"So, did you find anything? _"

"No.?"

"That's for sure!

If there's really such technology, how would the surveillance method be discovered? All we have to do is observe from the dark, why bother to attract attention?! "

"So you're saying that this is indeed a supernatural power?"

"Hehe.

Compared to that, I'd rather believe that you're messing with me. "

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that!" Hattori protested. "I know it's hard to believe, but do I look like someone who would make such a joke?"

"I don't think so, or else we would've been dead long ago." Conan knew his good friend quite well. "But you were the one who described the changes before."

Seeing Hattori's eyes widen, he quickly added, "Why don't you say a wish now?"

[Namio A Dream is at your service, please state your wish. _?]

"I wish for … world peace," Hattori said seriously.

Ignoring Hattori's "wish," the three of them stared at the card without blinking. However, it didn't change at all.

"Maybe you should add that sentence. If it didn't disappear, it means that it's still useful, right?" Conan hesitated.

"Okay." Hattori couldn't maintain his serious expression.

"My wish is for world peace!" He paused for a moment. "Nan Xiong A Dream, please!"

Still, there was no change.

"Add in the front?

You know, this is like … "

"Okay, okay!" Hattori was a little flustered and exasperated.

"Namio A Dream, please!

My wish is world peace! "

And this time, "Namio A Dream" heard him.

Not only did he hear it through his ears, but he also heard the "unique" inner voice in his head.

The "inner voice" obviously didn't come from the tanned young man, because he was wailing in his heart.

[I can't believe I actually shouted it out!

Could this be Kudo's doing?

In cahoots with Doctor Agasa and that short lady, to test some new invention, hallucinogen, etc.]

[World peace?]

Qi Mu sighed in his heart. [Unfortunately, this can't be done.]

Even if he used "thought control", Qi Mu still wanted to give it a try even though he had decided not to change "other people's world."

Firstly, he wanted to see what his new ability was all about. Secondly … he looked at Conan hesitantly. [That police officer did seem to be saying in his heart, "It's you two Grim Reapers again."]

It had only been one day, and he had already encountered three cases. This world was a little worrying.

After Qi Mu thought "can't be done," the card changed again. The words at the bottom changed to —

"Oh phew, Namio A Dream rejected" My wish is world peace. "Please state your wish again."

[Haha.]

Conan Hattori.

?_?

Qi Mu stared at the "oh phew" of the card.

"Haha, at least you believe me now."

"It's not that I don't believe you, Hattori, but it doesn't 'grant wishes,' right?

I know you know that this isn't a phenomenon that science can't explain. "

"Oh, then think of a wish this time, Conan. My. Friend."

Hattori, who had been struggling with the card for the whole day, wasn't so calm anymore.

Conan was speechless for a while.

"Uh, then ask 'Namio A Dream' if he wants the cake I made today."

[No matter who's playing a prank, if they can really calculate to this extent, then there's nothing wrong with continuing to play with them.]

[Is this fate's arrangement?]

Qi Mu sighed.

[Teleport!]

After Hattori "made a wish" again and Qi Mu went to get the cake, the two detectives saw the words on the card change to —

"Nanxiong A Dream has accepted 'Please give me the cake that Conan Edogawa made today'. Please wait."

The two detectives looked at each other. After about three minutes, an exquisite wooden cake suddenly appeared on Hattori's desk where the desk lamp used to be.

?_?？？

(; ○ д ○)!!!

Outside the window, Qi Mu, who was holding the desk lamp, was the first to notice something that the two detectives didn't notice. The card changed again, and now there was only one sentence on it —

"Wish granted, present the tribute."

【。。。】?_?

How did Qi Mu come back so quickly?

It was still daytime, and he had to be invisible to enter and exit the downtown area.

From Tokyo to Osaka, it would take Qi Mu half an hour to run at full speed, so the fastest way was to teleport after the invisibility ended. That would take at least 12 minutes.

Was it because he thought he could go home without being invisible?

Of course not.

As mentioned before, in the "alternate space-time", except for Qi Mu himself, the flow of time for everything else was stopped.

Qi Mu's time didn't stop, and the fact that he could wake up and move freely proved this.

But because the human body didn't have a watch face, some details were easily overlooked. The skills he used on himself could be used normally in the "alternate dimension."

It was only now that Qi Mu was able to make full use of this point. After he "turned transparent" and crawled back into the room, he waited until the ten minutes were almost up before he came out. Using the space-time conversion, he reduced the interval between two "teleportations" to the minimum.

Because many of Qi Mu's abilities were limited by time, he had a pretty accurate estimation of time. From the time he left to the time he came back, only two and a half minutes had passed in this world.

And the rest of the time, Qi Mu was thinking about how to send the cake in.

In the end, he chose to exchange the desk lamp with the closest value.

When the two detectives came back to their senses, they were also very sharp and immediately noticed this.

"What kind of wish granted is this!?" Hattori, who had lost the desk lamp for no reason, said.

[Indeed, it came true.]

"This … Namio A Dream is very, um, fair." Conan put his hand on his chin. "No wonder world peace can't be achieved. Can't pay the price?"

【。。。】

Qi Mu looked at the "price" in his hand. [Do you want to destroy it humanely?]

To fit your imagination.

"Hey!

Now is not the time to talk about this. What happened just now can't be explained scientifically, right?! "

"Probably …"

"What do you mean probably? This is the cake you said, isn't it?!"

"Yes."

Conan nodded. Although there were no traces of him making the cake, it was exactly the same as the cake on the table. There was also a tray with the Cake Museum's logo printed on it.

"It should be."

"It doesn't matter whether it is or not. You saw it just now. It suddenly appeared without even a 'biu' sound!"

[Do you need me to dub it?]

"Hey, Hattori, what does the cake look like?

I can't see it clearly on the phone. "Conan pondered for a moment before asking.

"Well, from the looks of the chocolate and cream, it should have been made not long ago. It was already cut into slices and didn't look like it was hiding anything. The temperature of the plate was also room temperature …" Hattori dutifully described the details of the cake for his good friend.

"I see." Conan told Hattori what happened after he "made the cake."

"Based on what you said, could it be that the cake maker was kidnapped by the mastermind and has been making dummy cakes non-stop?!"

【。。。】

The mastermind behind the "kidnapping" of someone.

[You're sick in the head.]? _?

The two of them didn't ask to check for fingerprints as it wouldn't make much sense.

This was because regardless of whether the other party had "foreseen the enemy's move" and was monitoring and anticipating their actions, or if they were "crazy" enough to kidnap them just to deliver the freshly made cake. Compared to the scene that had just happened in front of their eyes, it was much easier to explain.

At this time, although Conan didn't face the card directly and had previously wondered about the disappearance of the cake maker, the two detectives, who believed in science, were more inclined to believe that someone had put in so much effort to set up such a big trap (considering that Conan wasn't hunted down by such a mysterious method, it probably wasn't the Black Shirts). They just didn't know what the meaning was.

[Is it just to see me act stupid?]

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· _ · The superhumans were shocked by the "logical" reasoning of the two.

[That's why imagining things is a disease.]

"I still have to see it with my own eyes …" Conan concluded.

"Ah?

Looking at the cake? "

"It's the card!"

"Come and take a look then. Tomorrow is Sunday."

"Yes, come here."

"Ah!?"