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Chapter 226 Our Black Organization is awesome!
The flashing camera lights stretched along the roadside like a sea, while luxury cars that ordinary people couldn't afford even after a lifetime of work scrambled to get to the red carpet like hungry koi fish in a pond, eager to represent the elite of Japanese society.
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A sharp alarm sounded, and a receptionist in an oak green suit took out a heavy camera from the security box and looked at Kuromon Haruya: "Sir, according to regulations, no photography equipment is allowed in the venue."
"Eh!"
Haruya Kuromon's eyes widened in disappointment: "I didn't see this kind of instruction in the invitation. This camera is my prized possession; could you please remove the battery and just bring the case in?"
The young detective, Mori and his group, and Sonoko, who were ahead of him in line, all passed through security smoothly and were now curiously peeking out from the corridor ahead.
Conan's tranquilizer watch, GPS glasses, and drag-enhancing shoes can all pass through security checks, so why can't his harmless little camera?
The receptionist smiled knowingly: "I'm sorry, it was our mistake not to inform you in advance..."
The emerald, as clear as a gemstone, shimmered under the light, and the young man's eyes revealed a pitiful innocence; refusing his small request seemed like a sin at this moment.
The receptionist clenched her fists, her voice becoming hesitant: "But that's the rule for entering the venue..."
Two parts understanding, three parts sadness, and five parts expectation appeared in Kuromon Haruya's eyes.
Please understand...
No, no! There's absolutely no room for sympathy! How could I say something so cold-hearted!
The receptionist, her mind screaming, turned her head away, unable to look directly at the disappointed expression on Kurokawa Haruya's face.
"whispering sound."
A disdainful click of the tongue came from behind. A young man in a suit with slanted eyes walked by with his hands behind his back. He slowed his pace slightly as he approached the camera, exuding an air of superiority.
"Is this big black brick actually a camera? Judging from its frayed state, I thought it was some kind of antique junk from the last century that we found in a recycling center!"
"Seiichiro."
The man in the kimono following behind him muttered a rebuke, looked up and nodded to Sonoko Suzuki, who was clearly with him, before leaving with the child.
"Tsk, these kids are all so arrogant!" Conan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, annoyed. That's why he didn't want to go abroad with his parents and socialize with these people!
"OK then."
Just as Kuromon Haruya was secretly squeezing the camera tightly, warning it not to take the opportunity to steal food, an old, heavy voice came over the various celebrities and came to her side:
"Since it was an oversight by the venue organizers, I'll keep this camera for myself, how about that?"
An elderly man with snow-white hair and a prominent cheekbone walked out from the inner area. He approached the terrified receptionist and extended his right hand to Heimen Yaoye.
“Good evening, I am Thomas Sindora, one of the organizers of this press conference.”
"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Sindora. I'm Kuromon Haruya, just an unknown photographer." Kuromon Haruya smiled and calmly returned the handshake, but judging from his posture of standing at attention, he was still somewhat flattered.
Sindora nodded slightly, seemingly just passing by while greeting guests, and exchanged a few casual words with the young man before heading out of the venue.
After setting down his camera, Kuromon Haruya followed, gazing at the magnificent venue and exclaiming in admiration:
"Wow! To think that a game launch event could be this lavish! I've never seen so many important figures gathered together before! It's truly an eye-opener!"
"puff!"
Hearing his sincere and frank words, the initially reserved group of young detectives exchanged smiles, and the atmosphere instantly relaxed.
Only Sonoko Suzuki, walking ahead, wore a bitter expression and secretly clenched her fists: Oh, what a pitiful and beautiful boy! Don't worry, Kuromon-kun, I, Sonoko Suzuki, swear that I will take you and Ran to see every corner of the world!
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"According to the written materials released to the media in advance, by allowing players to enter the game capsule pods that resemble cocoons, the 'Cocoon' program can utilize hypnosis technology to simultaneously achieve dual-track synchronization of human voice system interaction and virtual world gameplay. It can be said to be a game that integrates the essence of the most advanced technology!"
"The current version of the game offers five playable stages, and more information will be revealed after today's press conference. It is understood that 50 boys and girls under high school age have been selected as the first batch of game players in Japan for this press conference..."
The side screens inside the venue were broadcasting news content, which was completely useless, but satisfied the vanity of the attendees with the reactions that the public longed for. Everything was being recorded by cameras.
The huge venue was already filled with celebrities, politicians, and others. Five bronze statues stood on the south side. In this world where everyone was busy socializing and filled with the stench of money, this group of people, who were indulging in eating and drinking, were simply an anomaly among anomalies.
But nobody really cares~
"Those kids who got to participate are so lucky!" Ayumi thought enviously as she looked at the children lining up to receive their game badges.
Kuromon Haruya glanced over a few times. A dress designed by the brand Fusa, a soccer ball autographed by a famous football star, a gemstone necklace once targeted by the Phantom Thief Kid—all sorts of luxury goods were casually played with by these second-generation rich kids.
—No wonder he recognized many of the faces; these were the organization's designated slush funds!
Kogoro Mouri, with his eyes drooping, took a swig of champagne and said indifferently, "The grandson of the deputy commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department, the son of a politician from the ruling party... the second and third generations who bear the future of Japan are all here."
The young members of the Detective Boys couldn't understand the unspoken message, but the others present were fully aware of it, and some even chose to bring it up.
Ai Haibara coldly observed the children's faces and remarked indifferently, "Mother."
"Huh? Ai, did you call me?" Kuromon Haruya poked her head out in confusion.
"..."
Ugh, this troublesome aphasia!
Ai Haibara turned her head away in embarrassment and annoyance, took out her phone from her pocket, quickly typed, and then turned the screen towards everyone: [I mean, it's practically a microcosm of the ugly Japanese hereditary system.]
As this system continues, the mistakes of human history will repeat themselves. Social resources will only be controlled by a small number of people at the top, and academic cliques, conglomerates, and other forces will look down on the masses with their inherent arrogance, dividing lives that should be equal into different classes.
"Haibara, what is this Sukiyaki system you mentioned? Is it a type of Sukiyaki?" Genta swallowed hard.
"It's a hereditary system," Kuromon Haruya explained affectionately, bending down to pat his head.
"This is a system that allows children to inherit their parents' wealth and status. A politician's child will become a politician, a bank CEO's child will inherit the bank, or to put it more aptly, the younger brother of the top student in the previous grade can become the top student without any effort or grades, and so will his younger brother."
Ironically, as an educational children's short story, many of the important characters in Detective Conan are actually second-generation rich kids who have left their grassroots lives.
The detective's and the phantom thief's sons became second-generation detectives and phantom thieves, respectively; the scientist and the magician's daughters followed in their mothers' footsteps; and countless others had parents with police backgrounds. Almost every other character who appeared came from a middle-class background.
In contrast, the members of the Black Faction each possessed unique characteristics, lacked the air of wealthy heirs, and had all lost their parents at a young age. After eliminating old cancers like Pisco, the veterans who attempted to take over the organization completely disintegrated.
Thinking about it this way, the organization suddenly feels like a clear stream in sewage!
Kuromon Haruya covered his mouth in shock, never expecting that the righteous one was himself!
The only flaw is that Rum, who inherited his father's code name, is still Rum, just like a typo in a perfect essay.
Kuromon Haruyo lowered his eyes and began to consider firing Rum to become a driver or cook.