pdf-ebookys Chapter 326 I disagree with this marriage!
Chapter 326 I disagree with this marriage!
"Hello, this is Kuromon Haruya. Can you hear me?" The torrential rain pounded on the raincoat covering his head as Kuromon Haruya covered the connection between his phone and helmet and made a second call.
After a burst of noise, the girl's sweet voice was filled with surprise: "Brother Heimen! Where did you and the shop owner go? It's raining so hard, everyone's worried about you..."
"Xiao Lan, I have something urgent to attend to!" He glanced at the time—8:30—and cut to the chase, "The birthday party shouldn't be over yet, right? Is Daoxie Zheng Yan with you?"
Ran Mouri glanced around the carriage and then at the crowd peering around the seats: "She's not here. Because of Mr. Hanzawa's matter, Ms. Kosaki wasn't in much spirits the whole time. She drank some wine but couldn't hold her liquor, so she ended the celebration early and went back to her room to rest."
Mr. Daoxie and Aunt Hanzawa stayed at the hotel, and Mr. Kyogoku was driving Dad's car to take us back to the hotel. What happened?
Upon hearing this, Master Fanze suddenly squatted up!
Kuromon Haruya gripped his shoulder and shook his head to indicate that he should calm down: "According to my investigation, Dokyo Masahiko is the real culprit behind this series of murders, and he is highly likely to have committed crimes that could harm Sonoko and Kosaki."
"What!" A commotion erupted on the other end of the line. Kogoro Mouri, his voice slurred with drunkenness, confirmed, "Are you sure this is real?!"
"Well, we'll talk about some of the details later. The most important thing right now is to get the Daoist Association under control and prevent him from committing another crime. I called Conan earlier, but he didn't answer. Did something happen?"
"Conan? Shouldn't he be squatting in the back corner playing video games...wait, where did he go? Did he sneak down there sometime ago?!"
Hearing Uncle Mori's exclamation, Haruya Kuromon's slightly anxious heart finally relaxed completely: 'If there were multiple people present and I was worried that Saki would become a victimized NPC, then in this kind of plot where the protagonist confronts the culprit alone, she's most likely safe.'
"Maybe he noticed something was wrong. I'll head over right away. See you later."
Kuromon Haruya hung up the phone, glanced at Paper Airplane Cocktail, who was crouching in the bushes, struggling to turn up his umbrella, and tossed a spare cell phone into his pocket:
"Your mission tonight is here. Within four hours, replace the police chiefs of these police stations with your own people, clear the criminal records of the following individuals, and clean up the mess left by the Muddy Society. I will come to check on things in due course."
"Yes, Lord Butber."
Paper Airplane Cocktail looked up at them, realizing with awe the power of the codenamed members from Tokyo headquarters.
Even though they were only a meter away visually, once they looked away, their outlines disappeared from their sight. Three ethereal figures stood in the raging wind and rain, just like everyone else, and everyone else was the same. The differences in their personalities and words were infinitely shortened in the darkness. They wore black helmets and black robes, like a team of knights conquering the eternal night.
After tossing the now-unnecessary, rain-soaked coat to the paper airplane, Kuromon Haruya turned around and led the two back to the bottom of the cliff to continue their journey.
The return route had already been trodden by tires, making the terrain more familiar than on the way there. With some ammunition and equipment removed, the load was significantly lighter, allowing for a faster travel speed. What took half an hour to get there would be reduced to twenty minutes on this second trip.
"...This is how much free time we have left after ensuring we don't crash and trying to shorten the trip as much as possible?"
"Conservatively speaking, we have two hours left," Fan Ze replied in a deep voice, clearly aware of the urgency of the situation.
The rapid response team employs a classic triangular structure in its role allocation. Kuromon Haruya serves as the team leader, responsible for crucial operational decisions and tactical assaults; Asagi Masami acts as the outer scout, responsible for reconnaissance, fire suppression, sniping, and counter-sniping; while Hanzawa Masato, due to his insufficient physical combat skills, leans more towards a support role as the technical hub and information integrator.
Therefore, as the key figure involved in this framing dispute, he, a member of the intelligence department, knew that he would face great accountability afterward.
His gaze was fixed intently on Kuromon Haruya's back, and he was deeply moved:
"Given the organization's style, it would have been normal for them to leave me in a cell to die, but Mr. Heimen and his men took the risk to rescue me."
They were even willing to risk delaying their mission to save Kosaki, who had absolutely no connection to the organization.
"With such a good brother by my side, I'd be willing to go to great lengths for him, let alone risk my life for him. I'd even be his slave in my next life if he dragged me to the lab to be his guinea pig!"
With the noise reduction and amplification effects, someone's unintentional mutterings are clearly heard.
Kuromon Haruya turned around: "Vienna, did you hear that?"
“Yes, I heard it clearly.” The helmet behind him slammed against his back a few times. “He said he would be our dog, and he meant what he said.”
"Huh? Wait, did you all hear that? Goo goo goo!"
Haruya Kuromon: "...Let's go?"
"I mean, there's a huge ditch ahead! Ah!!!"
......
(The following two individuals have no romantic relationship whatsoever; it is purely familial.)
So when Hanzawa broke in through the window, cursing and swearing, he used his cane to knock out Dokyo Masahiko, who had attacked Kosaki, in a few blows. His right side was covered in bruises, showing absolutely no heroic demeanor.
—To clarify, it wasn't that Kuromon Haruya crashed his bike; rather, he simply transformed into a human mop on the steps just outside the hotel entrance, wiping the entire staircase with himself.
The bad news is that his fracture seems to have recurred, and his teammates are too ashamed to watch and really don't want to treat him; the good news is that he doesn't have to explain why his leg is healed, and it seems he doesn't have to work overtime anymore.
The sighs of Kuromon Haruya, who was crouching beside him, still echoed in his ears:
'Tsk tsk tsk, look at how lustful you are... Go and flirt with your sweetheart! You just casually stuffed that gift into your pocket before leaving; you obviously didn't prepare anything!'
'Yes, yes, you said your relationship is purely sibling, as pure as my feelings for Vermouth Gin!'
"Mr. Kuromon, really, don't judge others by your own standards when you're obsessed with love!"
After leaving the bruised and battered Michiwaki Masahiko to the side, Hanzawa Masato looked up and met Kosaki's tearful expression.
"Little Real Person—"
The slightly intoxicating aroma of alcohol, mixed with the fresh scent of flowers, suddenly enveloped him in her arms. Fan Ze Zhenren immediately winced in pain, his face turning both pale and red.
Kosaki raised her hand to stroke his swollen cheek, her mind filled with endless questions: "What are you doing here? Weren't you locked up? What happened to these injuries?"
"Ouch...be gentle!"
Fan Ze, who had originally wanted to show off, was in so much pain from the rubbing that he grimaced, flared his nostrils, and made a ferocious face, completely lacking any self-control – which made his two teammates, who were recording with night vision binoculars in the woods, want to pound the ground in frustration.
"Saki, listen to me first! Isn't today your birthday party? I have a present for you!"
With one hand supporting himself against the wall, Fanze Zhenren rummaged through his tattered trouser pocket with the other, finally finding a small box in his left back pocket.
He gently took Xiaoxiao's hand and placed the dark blue velvet jewelry box in her palm.
Upon opening the box, a magnificent deep blue "mermaid's eye" silver necklace lies at the center. The exquisite sugar tower-shaped cutting technique showcases the pure and natural brilliance of the mineral, with its radiance shimmering in the fragmented facets, like the surging sea at Valentine's Day twilight.
“I had saved up some money while working in Tokyo. This antique necklace reminded me of the sea in my hometown, and before I knew it, I had already bought it.”
Overwhelmed by homesickness, Fanze Zhenren's speech gradually became more fluent and vivid. He placed the necklace in Kosaki's palm and turned it over to reveal the bottom cover: "I remember Mr. Kuromon said that this necklace is at least 30 years old, and the relevant certificate is at the bottom of the box... Ah, found it!"
"Look. The certificate says this antique necklace also symbolizes protecting others, and it's even older than ours! Let me see, the production date here is May 1994..."
"..."
1994! Isn't that this year? Where did you get that 30 years from?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
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