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Oneshot Twenty-Five
Mail Confusion
"What did Megure-keibu call about?" Ran asked.
"That we're causing a public disturbance. I'm calling a roofer; most of the bodies come through the roof," grumbled Shinichi.
A day later a purple and green van pulled up to the mansion, a man dressed in tie-dye walking up to Shinichi.
"Shinichi . . .?" Ran began hesitantly.
"Cheapest roofers around. They're expensive!"
The man inspected the roof.
"Found your problem; some cultists of a dark god put in the wrong coordinates to their trans-dimensional spell, and you're getting their god's sacrifices. I can patch the portal up for you next week."
A/N: Yep, bet you weren't expecting that. Or maybe you were, since it's me. Anyway, so ends the epic drabble trilogy.