I, in a Jujutsu Kaisen Manga, Take the Detective Conan World by Storm

The white-haired youth in front of him appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen years old. Combined with the manga information Jiang Lai had read earlier, he immediately deduced that this person should be the Six Eyes born to the Gojo family more than ten years ago during this Heian-kyo.

Jiang Lai still remembered Sukuna's words when they had conversed earlier. At that time, the other party had guessed he was a "noble Young Master who went out privately without servants or guards." Now, this description obviously fit the youth in front of him better.

Faced with the Gojo family's Six Eyes pretending to be blind, Jiang Lai didn't cooperate but directly exposed it.

He knew the other party wouldn't perform such an act in front of strangers without reason. It was probably purposeful probing, and he wanted to skip the unnecessary testing and get straight to the cause.

"After all, you can see, can't you?"

Hearing Jiang Lai's words, the white-haired youth tilted his head slightly. His voice was clear and polite, mixed with a few parts feigned grievance:

"May I ask what you mean by this? I really can't see. Look at this opaque cloth strip and the guide cane..."

Jiang Lai's tone rose slightly: "I've heard that some eyes can see things even through obstructions."

The white-haired youth was flawless: "Generalizing isn't quite appropriate. Why don't you first tell me what kind of eyes?"

"What I heard about were the Gojo family's Six Eyes." Jiang Lai narrated calmly, looking up at him. "The rumors say they can see through everything."

"I've heard of this too." The white-haired youth nodded. "But the Gojo family's Six Eyes wouldn't go out casually, right?"

"Maybe the Six Eyes himself wanted to come out and play, so he ditched them and snuck out?" Jiang Lai said with a smile. "With the Six Eyes' power, doing this wouldn't be difficult."

"You make a valid point." The white-haired youth curved his lips, nodding confidently. "But there are currently no rumors about the Six Eyes being lost or running away from home, and no missing person notices or wanted posters."

"Of course there wouldn't be such things." Jiang Lai opened his blank book, his brown eyes calm. "The Gojo family is a great family, prudent and cautious in their dealings."

"They wouldn't openly reveal the Six Eyes' whereabouts like this. If the Six Eyes really ran away from home, they would even conceal the information about the Six Eyes' disappearance on the surface, only searching privately."

Jiang Lai revealed the hidden truth in a gentle tone. The white-haired youth's body imperceptibly stiffened for a second, vaguely showing needle-like alertness.

The next second, Jiang Lai closed his book with a snap, saying with a grin: "Oh, I was just speaking casually. I'm sure that Six Eyes divine child would prefer staying in his comfortable home rather than roughing it outside."

"Mm... that's right." The white-haired youth responded in agreement.

After pausing for half a second, he couldn't resist adding, like a cat showing off its tail: "But not necessarily. Maybe the Six Eyes divine child is really annoyed by those old fossils' outdated customs at home, and handsome, strong him decided to go on a freedom trip."

Jiang Lai: "..." He certainly doesn't hold back praising himself. Sure enough, the white-haired Six Eyes' personality is passed down through the generations!

He thought half-jokingly in his heart.

The core was the same: arrogant and willful, free and unrestrained, supremely self-centered. However, this one was probably influenced by the noble educational environment of a thousand years ago, adding some surface politeness and restraint.

Beside them, Sukuna looked impatient, frowning as he spoke to the white-haired youth: "You have smooth cursed energy fluctuations, you're obviously not an ordinary person. Stop pretending to be blind, jujutsu sorcerer."

The white-haired youth's voice remained clear as he replied arrogantly and righteously: "What, jujutsu sorcerers can't be blind? Blind people can't be jujutsu sorcerers? Stop looking down on people."

Sukuna: "..."

Jiang Lai raised his eyebrows slightly, laughing inwardly: This guy seems determined to keep up the blind act to the end. But those last few sentences revealed some of his arrogant personality.

After half a second, the white-haired youth's face showed some disappointment and distress as he sighed lightly: "Forget it, if you don't believe me, so be it. Maybe what you said about finding the jade pendant was also false. I don't need it then."

Advancing by retreating?

Jiang Lai naturally saw through the other party's acting technique, but he had no intention of exposing it directly here. Instead, he wiped the floating jade pendant clean with a conjured handkerchief and placed it in the white-haired youth's palm.

"Take it." He said.

"Oh, thank you." The white-haired youth's dejected expression immediately vanished like smoke, his lips curving up again to show a beautiful smile. "Seems like you're a good person."

This evaluation sounded rather casual in his floating tone.

Sukuna was kicking stones on the ground with his feet, already very impatient with this boring theatrical farce and having no interest in it.

If not for Jiang Lai using spatial techniques to erect barriers around him, making it impossible for him to leave this area on his own, Sukuna would have turned and walked away long ago.

The white-haired youth tucked the jade pendant into the pouch at his waist. He performed a simple bow with a relaxed posture, his movements naturally carrying the elegant nobility cultivated by great families of this era.

"Meeting is fate," the white-haired youth said with a smile, holding his guide cane with one hand. "How about I show you around this small town?"

"Aren't you supposed to be blind?" Sukuna retorted irritably.

"That's correct," the white-haired youth nodded naturally, "but I arrived here some time earlier and am already very familiar with the terrain. Moreover, my hearing and perception are particularly good. Even without sight, it doesn't affect me. At worst, I can use cursed energy to explore."

He said it all very convincingly.

Jiang Lai leisurely dropped a line: "I don't have money."

This was the truth. As an [Existence] who didn't enter the world and didn't depend on basic necessities, he neither had nor needed money.

"..." The white-haired youth was stunned by this sudden statement.

Then, Jiang Lai pointed at Sukuna and continued: "The one next to me doesn't have money either. He can't even afford clothes and has to go shirtless in the dead of winter. Very pitiful."

Sukuna: "???"

The white-haired youth was first stunned, then sensed the joking tone in Jiang Lai's words, so he skillfully cooperated by showing a sympathetic expression: "Oh, how pitiful."

Before Sukuna's anger could erupt, he collected his sympathetic expression and said cheerfully: "Well then, don't worry. No matter what, I'll treat you."

After a brief pause of two seconds, the white-haired youth continued: "Speaking of which, do you two need some simple disguising?" He raised his face. "Although I can't see, through cursed energy perception, you seem quite different from ordinary people."

This Six Eyes seemed very insistent on his blind persona, or perhaps his competitive spirit had kicked in and he simply didn't want to admit defeat on the surface. So Jiang Lai chose to go with the flow and didn't continue teasing him about this.

He knew what the other party meant. His own facial mist and Sukuna's distinctive four arms would likely cause panic if they walked into crowds.

So he casually constructed a red and white fox mask and put it on his face. This way, others wouldn't see the mist lingering on his face, but rather a relatively normal mask.

The white-haired youth and Sukuna seemed slightly surprised by his casual construction, but neither showed it obviously.

"This is good." Jiang Lai said calmly. "As for him, nominally treat him as my shikigami. Shikigami have thousands of forms, four arms is quite normal." He turned to look at Sukuna. "Is that okay?"

Sukuna didn't reply directly. He just flicked his fingertips, once again trying to cut through the surrounding spatial barrier.

After a long while, he finally spoke in a low, hoarse, and malicious voice: "Shikigami? I just thought of quite a few stories about shikigami killing their masters."

Sukuna never hid his killing intent. Jiang Lai paid it no mind, replying with a smile: "I'll take that as your agreement."

The white-haired youth raised one hand, his index finger curved against his chin. His eyes hidden behind the black-gold cloth seemed to sweep over both of them. Then he curved his lips: "Good, let's go with that."

Several people walked on the spacious road. The white-haired youth very generously treated them to street snacks.

The youth with his eyes wrapped in black-gold fabric was especially fond of sweets. Six Eyes consumed enormous energy, and sweets were Six Eyes' favorites. This one was no exception.

His Young Master's imposing aura was faintly displayed during shopping. He unhesitatedly and very familiarly pulled Jiang Lai along, wandering left and right according to his own preferences.

Although nominally he was leading Jiang Lai and the other around this area, in reality, it was more like Jiang Lai accompanying him to buy snacks.

Having previously experienced wandering summer fireworks temple fairs with young Gojo Satoru, Jiang Lai was already very skilled at this cat-walking routine.

Therefore, Jiang Lai could naturally help look for sweet stalls, queue for others, and carry things.

The white-haired youth didn't let people work for nothing either. He would nonchalantly hand over plenty of sweets or generously throw out money, letting Jiang Lai pick whatever he wanted.

Honestly, Jiang Lai felt the other party really was quite similar to Gojo Satoru, just with longer hair and a personality influenced by the noble-commoner environment of a thousand years ago.

...Speaking of which, did the jujutsu world have concepts of reincarnation? Jiang Lai cheerfully let his imagination run wild. As the saying goes, a thousand years is one complete cycle in the human world. Maybe there was something about past and present lives.

Since this Six Eyes was enthusiastically pretending to be blind, Jiang Lai would cooperate by occasionally raising his hand to guide him and describing the styles of sweets he saw at stalls.

The street snacks of this era weren't as perfect in color, aroma, and taste as those of later generations. The so-called sweets weren't very sweet either.

But Jiang Lai still happily ate them one by one, lifting his mask halfway, after all, this was also a way to try new things.

As an [Existence], he had neither feelings of fullness nor hunger, so he could eat to his heart's content.

"..." Sukuna had no interest in eating street snacks. He had already vented by throwing countless cursed blades, only to have them all blocked by invisible spatial barriers.

At this moment, the reason he was following along shopping was simply because he was being pushed forward by some unknown force.

Sukuna, knowing the source of this force, quickly turned his crimson eyes toward the navy blue figure.

His fingertips lightly traced the air as if he could cut that person's neck from a distance and appreciate the beautiful scene of blood spurting.

Sukuna with his four arms and body covered in black markings attracted quite a few stares, but after people noticed the elegant navy blue figure wearing a fox mask walking beside him, they weren't so tense anymore.

Must be an onmyoji master and his shikigami, people thought.

People of the Heian-kyo knew there were various creatures in the world. They didn't understand the detailed distinctions between onmyoji and monsters, jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits, but they vaguely knew something about the broad categories, especially the former combination.

The white-haired youth walked briskly. The guide cane in his hand served more like a toy the youth had picked up on a whim rather than actually for guidance.

After they had walked some distance like this, he said: "Oh, right, seems like we haven't introduced ourselves to each other yet. How should I address you?"

Jiang Lai thought for a few seconds. In his current state, it was better not to form bonds using his real name... Speaking of which, did [Existence] have names? Regardless, he considered [Lai] to be his name.

Thoughts flashed through his mind. Jiang Lai remembered the child's address from not long ago. After pausing, he said calmly: "You can call me White Mist."

"White Mist?" The youth beside him clicked his tongue. "Such a casual name."

"What about you?" Jiang Lai followed up. "How should I address you?"

The white-haired youth lightly curved his lips, his tone rising as he replied: "Ohagi."

Ohagi? This name sounded somewhat familiar. Jiang Lai thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered:

Wait, isn't this the name of a type of sweet glutinous rice ball eaten during the spring and autumn equinoxes in Japan!

Sure enough, it was also a fake name, and named after a sweet too. Jiang Lai was internally half-moon-eyed. But it wasn't surprising. After all, if Six Eyes was out and didn't want to be recognized, he would definitely use a false name.

But this name was too perfunctory! ...Although his own name was also perfunctory.

The thoughts flowing through his mind were interrupted by cold laughter from beside him. Sukuna let his two hands hang naturally while crossing his other two arms in front of his chest. This posture probably showed his disdain for both their fake names.

Jiang Lai focused his gaze on the cherry-pink haired youth, saying sideways: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet. How should I address you?"

"Eh, so you two aren't friends who've known each other for a long time?" The white-haired youth Ohagi leaned over, his voice carrying a few parts surprise that might or might not be genuine. "I thought you were quite familiar."

"We're not." Jiang Lai explained. "Neither 'known each other for a long time' nor 'friends' apply."

Sukuna squeezed out gloomy, contemptuous laughter from his throat, his crimson eyes sharply sweeping over.

"Well then, you need to give some form of address." Jiang Lai continued asking the cherry-pink haired youth, half-jokingly: "Or would you prefer I come up with one?"

Beside them, the white-haired youth Ohagi picked up the conversation, his tone cheerful: "Oh, I'm good at this! How about calling him Tsubaki-mochi! How's that? It's also very tasty."

Jiang Lai said seriously: "Sounds good, but I think kakigōri better fits the winter atmosphere."

"Hey hey, calling it kakigōri in winter is a bit cold, isn't it? How about taiyaki?"

Sukuna: "..."

He was silent for a moment, seemingly unable to bear their comments, before saying in a low voice: "If using what others have called me before, Ryomen Sukuna."

Jiang Lai knew that Ryomen Sukuna wasn't his real name, just what others called him.

Sukuna, who was born with deformities, was probably abandoned early and likely didn't have any name before. Or maybe he once had one but forgot it. In any case, Sukuna didn't care about this.

"Ryomen Sukuna... that name is quite interesting." The white-haired youth Ohagi laughed, but showed no special reaction.

At this time period, Sukuna was still in his growing youth phase with limited influence. The reputation as the King of Curses who would make the Heian-kyo tremble with fear hadn't begun to spread yet.

In the Heian-kyo with its inconvenient information flow, only people in certain areas that Sukuna had passed through knew there was such a four-armed cruel killing god.

The few people fell silent again and walked for some distance.

Then, Jiang Lai took the initiative: "So, what's the matter?"

"Mm?" The white-haired youth Ohagi half-turned his face.

"From the beginning with picking up the jade pendant, it wasn't a coincidence, was it?" Jiang Lai's words were certain. "You invited us to wander around this small town for a reason."

"Mm..." The white-haired youth Ohagi pondered for a moment, swinging the guide cane he was using as a toy, then admitted straightforwardly: "That's right. I was just observing whether you two were related to a certain incident."

"Oh, of course, not observing with my eyes, but with cursed energy." He still didn't forget to add to his blind persona.

"A certain incident?" Jiang Lai caught the key point.

The white-haired youth Ohagi said simply: "This small town at the foot of the mountain has been experiencing continuous disappearances of young children and girls recently."

Young children and girls disappearing... Jiang Lai's thoughts flowed: "I understand, you thought we were related personnel?"

"I was somewhat suspicious at first." The white-haired youth Ohagi's delicate face showed some nonchalance. "But after this period of time, I believe you two are unrelated to this incident."

"You want to find out the truth behind it? Is it a mission, or simple heroic justice?" Jiang Lai was actually somewhat surprised. He didn't think the Gojo family's Six Eyes was someone who would meddle in others' affairs.

"How should I put it?" The white-haired youth Ohagi rubbed the smooth top of his guide cane with one hand, his tone leisurely: "While staying here, one family treated me quite well. I don't like owing people favors."

This was reasonable. Jiang Lai thought. Young Gojo Satoru was the same way, disliking owing people favors, appearing cold and willful on the surface but actually very perceptive inside.

Six Eyes could precisely see through sincerity and pretense, and would repay genuine kindness in his own way.

The white-haired youth continued: "That family's little girl went missing yesterday. I thought, since I'm idle anyway, I might as well help look for her."

Jiang Lai pondered for a moment and said: "How long have the disappearances of girls and young children been going on in this small town?"

"I only started gathering information yesterday. I heard it's been happening this month." The white-haired youth Ohagi said. "Someone reported it to the authorities, but there's been no investigative information so far."

Sukuna rarely interjected, his voice carrying obvious sarcasm: "The authorities only care about serving nobles. Commoners' lives aren't lives. Before things get serious, no one will care."

This was characteristic of this era. In feudal society, only nobles were "real people."

"..." The white-haired youth Ohagi didn't refute, nodding slightly: "That's the authorities' attitude." He tossed a small sweet into his mouth, chewing while speaking unclearly: "But it doesn't matter. I alone am enough. Those pig-like guys would just drag me down."

The Gojo family's Six Eyes had always been rebellious. The white-haired youth had no intention of following worldly conventions.

He always did as he pleased. To him, nobles and commoners were on the same level, so he'd help if he wanted to.

Jiang Lai listened quietly. After waiting a moment and seeing the other party had no intention of continuing, he spoke up: "So, do you have any leads now?"

"The perpetrator targets children under six and girls between ten and fifteen." The white-haired youth Ohagi said. "No bodies or bloodstains have been found, and cursed energy traces are very vague too."

Jiang Lai: "Even Six Eyes can't make out the traces?"

"Six Eyes can't analyze much either. The perpetrator is very good at hiding." The white-haired youth Ohagi answered instinctively.

After half a second, he coughed and added in a cover-up manner: "Besides, what Six Eyes, where are there any Six Eyes? We don't have any Six Eyes here."

Jiang Lai smiled slightly, still not openly exposing this false blind performance game that everyone knew about. His eyes were gentle.

But the white-haired youth felt embarrassed, like a punctured balloon. He swung his guide cane and admitted quietly with a pout:

"Fine, I actually can see. But the cloth isn't to deceive people by pretending to be blind, it's purely for comfort."

"I understand." Jiang Lai said sincerely.

"Also, don't tell others, and cooperate with me in front of other people." The white-haired youth Ohagi paused, drawing out his words: "I don't want those family guys to know where I am."

"Alright." Jiang Lai nodded readily. "I'll help you keep it secret."

"Good, good." The white-haired youth laughed playfully. The surface politeness faded away as he unceremoniously patted the shoulder of the person beside him. "Although I thought it was strange that your face was covered in mist at first glance, you're actually not bad."

Jiang Lai took this opportunity to lift his mask and continued asking: "So can you see me now?"

"If I look seriously with Six Eyes, I can vaguely make out a little." The white-haired youth replied.

I see. Jiang Lai thought. Sure enough, looking at it this way, it was very strange that Sukuna, who had no special eyes, could see him clearly without obstruction.

He noted this point, then brought the topic back to the original matter: "I'm also very interested in this incident in this area at the foot of the mountain. I'm curious about the perpetrator. Can we participate too?"

Jiang Lai knew that Six Eyes at this age was proud and arrogant, and wouldn't accept overly obvious help. So he changed his way of speaking and subtly offered assistance.

Actually, Jiang Lai was indeed somewhat interested in this incident, and also wanted to have more contact with the Six Eyes of the Heian-kyo to hear more information about this era from the white-haired youth.

"If you want to, sure." The white-haired youth nodded in agreement, his lips curving up as he raised his chin proudly: "When the time comes, you might have the honor of witnessing my super cool techniques."

"I'm looking forward to it." Jiang Lai smiled in response.

Sukuna's attention wasn't on the two of them. He only heard the last sentence or two.

He turned his head: "What?"

The white-haired youth said: "Handle this area's disappearances of young children and girls together."

Sukuna: "Hah?"

Jiang Lai added cheerfully: "Are you happy? We're going to 'punish evil and promote good.'"

Sukuna: "?"

The cherry-pink haired youth's expression became very interesting the moment he heard Jiang Lai's words. After the air fell into strange silence for two or three seconds, he turned sideways and began retching violently.

The white-haired youth was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with him?"

Jiang Lai held up his book, saying lightly: "Probably disgusted to the point of vomiting."