pdf-ebookys Chapter 217 The profession of detective is really too useful!
Chapter 217 The profession of detective is really too useful!
The young man tucked a strand of soft hair behind his ear, and with a slight curve of his lips, his smile warmed everyone's hearts like a gentle spring breeze.
Gin disguised as Haruka Kuromon: ^_^
Gin, stop laughing, Dad's scared!
Kuromon Haruya picked up the coffee can, took a small sip, and successfully bit her tongue: "It's...it's quite a coincidence. However, Mr. Torakura just chased away all the guests in the villa and is in a bad mood right now, so it's probably not a good time to come over."
"Huh?" Kogoro Mouri was a little troubled when he heard this. "But he was very mysterious on the phone, saying that he had to give the details of the commission in person, and that it was related to his reputation."
“Why don’t we just call and confirm?” Gin suggested. “I think it’s probably related to his wife’s infidelity. This morning, Torakura’s wife was found sleeping in another male guest’s bed, and that’s why Torakura Daisuke turned away and refused all business deals.”
Wow, being publicly cuckolded is definitely not a good idea to visit!
Kogoro Mouri had a feeling that this commission fee was about to sprout wings and fly away again... Wait, why is he reacting so calmly?
He dejectedly pulled out his phone and instructed the two minors, especially Conan, "You two stay here and wait quietly. I'm going to make a call. Don't wander off!"
Conan sweetly replied, "Okay!"
Then, the very next second after watching Kogoro walk out to make a phone call, she jumped off her seat, affectionately tugged at Gin's trouser leg, and said in a spoiled tone, "Kuromon-nii, I need to go to the bathroom! Will you come with me?"
"Conan, you need to go to the bathroom again?" Ran Mouri asked with a strange look. "Didn't you just go five minutes ago?"
Is Butber usually a babysitter for children, even following them to the toilet?
Gin's lips twitched, and he was about to refuse when he heard a gentle voice beside him saying, "Little brother, I'm a bit sleepy because I haven't had a good rest from work. How about I go with you?"
Disguised, Haruya Kuromon was already sweating profusely: Uncle Mori's advice was indeed correct; it was truly rare to see someone like Conan rushing to his death.
At this critical moment, he could only pin his hopes on the tacit understanding and telepathy he had developed with Conan after fighting together for so long!
'Why is this guy approaching me?' From the very beginning, Conan had been secretly wary of this 'Shopkeeper Sami.' 'Every time I interact with Kuromon, this guy rushes to isolate us; he's definitely hiding something!'
The more you act this way, the less I'll let you have your way!
The short-legged corgi looked up at the sun, let out a howl, pouted, and tears welled up in its eyes from the bright light. Then it plopped down on the ground and started to fuss.
"No! I don't want you, I want Brother Kuromon!"
It's unclear whether Haruya Kuromon has developed any chemistry with Conan, but Gin has clearly clicked with his brainwaves.
"Conan, be good, I'll go to the bathroom with you now." Gin smiled gently, so gently that it made Haruka Kuromon feel a stomachache.
He really meant the bathroom, not something like sending you to be reincarnated.
"Okay, Kuromon-kun, I like you the most!"
Conan instinctively reached out to grab Kuromon Haruya's belt, but found nothing in the spot where he had been, and looked up in confusion.
Hmm, okay, from a primary school student's perspective, Kuromon is still as tall as a giant.
hum.
Kuromon Haruya had just put down his drink when he stood still for a moment. Suddenly, he calmed down and walked to the counter to order: "A cheese and bacon sandwich, a can of espresso, and one or two lollipops, please."
Ah, death! Your taste is so sweet!
The smell of impending death wafted from the back corridor of the convenience store. Kuromon Haruya had seen the map here when she entered; it showed the location of the shared men's and women's restrooms.
As a demon who brings bad news, he could certainly tell that this ominous sign didn't belong to any acquaintance. However, given how "unfortunate" the murder was, Gin would definitely act cautiously for the time being and wouldn't inexplicably target Conan—it's reasonable to suspect that his death aura is saving him.
With a flick of his fingertips, the colorful candy wrappers were peeled off completely. Kuromon Haruya, with a cola-flavored candy ball in his mouth, folded and squeezed it, and as he flipped it, a colorful little crow took shape in his palm.
"Wow! So cute!"
Ran Mouri gasped in amazement, and after receiving permission, she carefully fluttered the paper crow's wings. "The joints are so flexible! I never knew you had such skill, shopkeeper!"
"It's just a little trick. If Miss Mori doesn't mind, you can use it to pay for a breakfast at Poirot later."
"Oh! I can't accept this..."
"It's alright, after all, I'll need to take care of you in the future."
Using a paper crow to quickly build a closer relationship with Ran, Kuromon Haruya raised his wrist to check his watch, mentally calculating the countdown.
There was another woman heading to the restroom before Gin and his group; judging by the speed, they should have found it soon.
3, 2, 1.
"Ah!!!" A scream pierced the sky as the murder occurred, marking the start of a new day in Beika Town.
A commotion erupted from behind, and Uncle Mori, alerted by the noise, immediately ran back inside, only to find Conan nowhere to be seen.
Gin walked out of the back corridor with a stern face and shoved the mischievous Conan into Kuromon Haruya's arms like a chick.
"I am a police officer." He took out his badge and looked down at everyone, coldly saying, "A murder has occurred. No one is allowed to leave the scene without authorization, otherwise they will be punished for obstructing law enforcement."
"Brother Heimen..."
Conan tried to climb up and say something, but a cold, large hand grabbed the back of his neck and whispered, "Little brother, I advise you to listen to me and go play with your big sister."
As soon as he finished speaking, a warm and soft embrace instantly captivated Conan, leaving Uncle Mori standing by with murderous intent rising within him.
“Vodka has already persuaded Kogoro Mouri to back down.” Arriving at the toilet stall, Haruya Kuromon glanced at the bloodstains splattered on the ground, leaned over Gin, and looked up at him with concern, asking curiously, “What’s wrong? You look so pale?”
Did Conan really spill all the organization's information in those few seconds? No, that doesn't make sense. If that were the case, Gin would have killed me already! So why? Could it be that the organization...
Gin clicked his tongue impatiently: "Working alongside detectives, these kinds of case-solving creatures, only adds to the trouble."
"A biological entity involved in the case?"
"Those who are capable of being detectives are naturally drawn to murder and crime, and in turn, these guys also attract cases."
This theory was taught to him by that man who never tells the truth. He thought it was just random nonsense, but it was proven true in actual work... Gin was about to reach for a cigarette in his pocket when he remembered that someone had already taken the cigarette pack, and he felt annoyed again.
'Isn't this the nature of the cases?! How did Gin know that?!'
Someone who had long forgotten what he had tricked the child with was shocked and secretly sighed that Gin had been hiding a lot over the years.
"I can't believe it...!" He made a shocked face, as if he had learned a lot.
"Avoid getting involved with these guys unless absolutely necessary, or you'll end up with their blood on your hands sooner or later." Gin reluctantly accepted the nicotine gum; the sweet and sour strawberry flavor was intoxicating. "A murder will attract the Japanese Public Security's lackeys, and the statements and background investigations will expose our movements... Tell Vodka to hurry up and collect the data."
"A statement? Why do we need to take a statement?" Kuromon Haruya tilted his head.
“If it doesn’t involve the Japanese Public Security Bureau, usually after solving the case, we just beat up the culprit and leave. The officers will handle the taking of statements themselves.” Kuromon Haruya said matter-of-factly, “Our time as detectives is very valuable. Who would dare to take responsibility if we lowered the efficiency of solving cases!”
Gin subconsciously clenched his teeth on the candy stick, raised an eyebrow and turned around, suspecting that Haruya Kuromon had misspoke.
Seeing his doubtful expression, Kuromon Haruya took out his phone and offered his services: "If you need, I'll call a police officer I know right now and ask him to conceal the identity of the investigator in the file, is that enough?"
Gin:?
Japanese police are indeed notorious for stealing salaries in the underworld, but isn't this a bit too much of a thief?