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The 294th unlucky rule: 4 bottles of wine
I'm annoyed. Seeing those confident faces makes me uncomfortable!
Although he had anticipated what would happen in the future, Haruya Kuromon still felt dissatisfied when he actually saw the cast members in person.
As the head of the household, if you see a future guest who's going to search for treasures, cause trouble, and tear off the paint from the walls, it's good enough if you don't take care of them.
Following behind the noisy crowd, Kuromon Haruya, with a randomly chosen copy of "Sherlock Holmes vs. Dinosaurs" tucked between his legs, crossed one arm and, ignoring Amuro Tooru's "subway old man's phone" expression, was seriously lost in thought.
'Is it plausible that a small video rental shop could coincidentally take in four exceptionally talented detectives?'
The answer is definitely no!
The idea of a bunch of detectives gathering together without a major case is as absurd as a bunch of codenamed members loitering around on the street – it's simply impossible!
Something big, unknown must have happened or is about to happen in the magical town of Beika, so secret that the organization's intelligence network has been excluded.
That must be it!
With a furrowed brow and a deep wrinkle forming in the center, Heimen Yaoye's gaze darted back and forth between the books "Dam Shark" and "Jia Baoyu vs. Confucius" in his left and right hands before he closed his eyes heavily.
After some deliberation, I took out my phone and decided to have Akemi Kurogami relay a message to urge Rum to hurry up.
Although I don't know what to urge, I'll just urge everyone to do it.
Behind the shadows blending into the gaps in the bookshelf, a furtive eye stared at his back, utterly perplexed.
Amuro Tooru: Stare—
After everyone decided to split up and choose their favorite DVDs in the store, Amuro Tooru noticed that Kuromon Haruya was acting strangely, so he followed him. Seeing him looking like he was facing a life-altering decision, he thought something had happened, but...
Are you just getting hung up on two terrible movies?!
Can anyone really have such terrible taste in movies?! He even suspects the director made this kind of thing just to make money!
'No, no!'
Amuro Tooru shook his blond hair, forcing himself to fall into doubt.
'While it's highly unlikely that Kuromon Haruya is a member of the organization, it doesn't mean he isn't suspicious in terms of his skills, background, or other aspects. Perhaps he's a spy sent from abroad by an agency like the FBI, and these three discs just happen to have a coded message...'
Little did he know, a figure was casting a sharp gaze upon him from behind.
Asami scrutinized Amuro Tooru, who was spying on Kuromon Haruya, and gripped the handrail so tightly that it trembled.
'My suspicions were right. Bourbon has taken over as Mr. Black Gate for some special reason! Ha, if I find out you're really an undercover agent...'
Outside a few bookshelves, Fanze Zhenren, with his mouth covered by his mother, had to hide behind potted plants:
"Mom, I told you this isn't anything to see..."
"Shh! You've finally made some good friends since you were little, so you need to learn to care about their relationship and maintain the friendship!"
The surveillance cameras in the corner rotate, creating a network of cameras that connects the storefront from one end to the other, which is then displayed on the screen.
As Ikumi Gunda watched the surveillance camera footage of Masato Hanazawa, who was making the detectives itchy, her rosy lips grew even more confident: "Masato Hanazawa, it's all worth it for the four of us detectives to work together during this time. You've finally given yourself away!"
"...Aren't these people too idle?"
Several piercing gazes pressed against his back, and Kuromon Haruya suppressed the speechless feeling rising in his throat, took a deep breath, and hypnotized himself to calm down:
'Calm down, Haruya Kuromon. You're currently a kind and incredibly good-natured police officer, you're just seriously choosing bad movies...'
Just as the "handsome and warm-hearted man" persona was about to be written into his personality, suddenly, a slight stinging pain came from his fingertips!
When Kuromon Yoya looked down, he discovered that the edge of the disc of "Jia Baoyu vs. Confucius" was glowing with a strange fluorescent green.
"..."
He slowly raised his hand, staring at the suspicious drop of liquid on his fingertip, lost in thought.
—This disc...was poisoned?!
The next second, his throat tightened, and a metallic sweetness surged up.
"Ugh, cough!"
He abruptly covered his mouth, forcing back the blood. A trace of blood, which he hadn't had time to clean up, clung to his palm, causing his pupils to dilate in shock.
'Who would poison a bad movie DVD?! Is that even possible?! Is that even scientifically sound?! Does that fit the criminal logic of Beika Town?!'
'...It actually does seem to fit.'
But now is not the time to complain about that. The elixir of immortality certainly has powerful healing abilities, but the poison probably takes effect even faster!
The most urgent thing is to find a private space to cover up, otherwise... it will turn into a blood-soaked DVD shop!
Without hesitation, Kuromon Haruya shoved the poison disc back into his pocket, turned around as if nothing had happened, and prepared to rush to the toilet.
however--
Amuro Tooru was standing behind him, squinting at him, looking like a smiling tiger in brown: "Mr. Kuromon, you don't look quite right?"
Kuromon Haruya's lips twitched, forcing a smile as he shook his head, biting down on the mouthful of poisonous blood that was about to overflow.
Before he could ask any more questions, Kuromon Haruya had already taken a step and tried to walk around him.
however--
Asami, who had somehow managed to block the passageway, patted him on the shoulder with a concerned expression: "Mr. Kuromon, do you need help covering for us?"
Kuromon Haruya nearly ground his teeth to powder, nodded perfunctorily, and tried to slip away through the gap in the bookshelf.
however--
"boom!"
Fanze Zhenren, carrying a potted green plant on his head, swayed and fell down along the path he was about to take.
Haruya Kuromon: ?
Fanze's mother rushed forward anxiously from behind, turning her son over and over: "Oh dear, Zhenren! How could you be so careless!"
"Are you two here to finish me off?!"
No, my body's healing ability can't keep up, and I can't hold back the blood in my throat any longer!
If this continues, tomorrow's headline might be, "Shocking! Famous photographer miraculously survives 'spitting blood three feet deep' in full view of the public!"
No! We must break through!
As the breath stopped, the flowing air seemed to freeze instantly. When those pure black eyes opened again, a ghostly fire seemed to flicker deep within their pupils.
All of a sudden.
A blur streaked across the aisle, the resulting air pressure causing the discs on the shelves to tremble slightly like ocean waves. The speed was so fast that even a retina couldn't keep up with its trajectory.
"So fast!"
Amuro Tooru's pupils suddenly contracted, and his right hand unconsciously reached for his waist.
Having seen much of the organization, he was now certain that in terms of agility and mobility, not only himself, but perhaps even Gin couldn't surpass him! This young man, Kuromon Haruya, was terrifyingly powerful! Just who was he?!
boom!
The door to the public restroom slammed shut, and the plastic sign on the door frame that read "Caution: Slippery Floor" swayed violently before finally falling to the ground with a "thud."
A few seconds later, a loud commotion came from behind the tightly closed door...
...the sound of flushing water?