pdf-ebookys Chapter 195 The world is a giant black organization
Chapter 195 The world is a giant black organization
"Eh? Eh!"
"Eh----"
As Fanze slammed his hand on the table and stood up, he let out a difficult aria and covered his face in disbelief, asking, "Is this someone the shop owner and Mr. Kuromon know?"
And it's a native Japanese person! I was just joking about it, it's so embarrassing! I need to find a way to apologize right away!
Hanzawa stood up and walked to Amuro Tooru, then bent over at a ninety-degree angle with a "whoosh":
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Hanzawa Makoto. I was quite rude just now, please forgive me—"
The overly smooth apology, delivered in one swift motion with such sincerity, unexpectedly rendered Amuro Tooru, who was usually resistant to harsh words, unable to muster any anger.
He forced a smile, not forgetting his purpose for coming. The important thing now was to lower Kuromon Haruya's guard and leave a good impression—all for the sake of intelligence!
“It’s alright, sir. You don’t need to apologize. It’s true that it’s easy to be mistaken for someone else with this appearance. I am Tooru Amuro, and I’m officially starting my job at Poirot today. Please take care of me.”
After exchanging information under false identities, the group managed to disguise the awkwardness of colleagues meeting as a social gathering.
"...In short, that's how I met Mr. Amuro."
After much persuasion, Kuromon Haruya put down his coffee cup and gave Asano Minami a look that said, "Could you please refill my water glass?"
The tiny Poirot Cafe actually accommodated four members of the organization... wait, for some reason, this scene has become quite common?
Including the last encounter with Chianti and Cohen, could it be that members of the organization are attracted to each other?
Receiving a glance, Asami promptly filled his espresso cup and exclaimed, "I never expected that after losing my job and returning to my hometown of Tokyo, I would not only run into old friends but also make new friends like Mr. Kuromon. This is truly a blessing for January!"
“I think so too!” Looking down, Yoruichi Kuromon’s smile froze when he saw the coffee.
“Yes!” Amuro Tooru chimed in.
Therefore, compared to the three actors whose acting skills were more or less above average, the silly grin of Hanzawa Masato, who was twitching and winking, was very obvious.
Masato Hanzawa: That so-called suspicious blond waiter really is Mr. Amuro! How embarrassing, Mom, I want to go back and take Tomitarou for a walk—
"..."
Seeing that neither of them had any comments, Amuro Tooru didn't want to ask Hanzawa why he had that expression. What if the other person had some hidden illness?
However, if Kuromon Haruya is indeed Butber, and Vienna is also here, it's hard not to suspect that the remaining Mr. Hanze is actually the Guinness World Record holder from the beer team... But it's still unlikely, right?
It's not very polite to say it like that, but Mr. Fanze is so ordinary, both in his aura and his name, that he's practically an average person. You could say:
"There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of guys like that in Beika Town!"
Moreover, Gin can tolerate three grown men spending their time drinking coffee and chatting instead of doing any missions.
Gin: Rather than being stared at from afar by Butbel with his "restrained yet affectionate" gaze, I accept it.
Ding dong!
Just as the group was making small talk, the ringing of the welcome bell finally brought a glimmer of hope!
"The Junior Detective Club kids seem to like you quite a bit. Kids should act like kids; it's good to spend time with them!"
Pushing open the door, Conan strolled in with one hand in his pocket, his eyes lighting up when he saw Haruya Kuromon: "Kuromon-kun, Mr. Hanzawa, and Mr. Amuro! What a coincidence to run into you here!"
As he spoke, he turned around and pulled Ai Haibara, who had stopped moving again after encountering Mr. Hanzawa, and patted her on the back understandingly, saying, "Hey, hey, you still haven't gotten used to Mr. Hanzawa's presence?"
No, Conan, I don't think this time it's Fanzawa's fault.
Sensing the aura emanating from the luxury car slowly approaching from the street corner through the glass, Kuromon Haruya's smile gradually became strained.
Great, including Vermouth and Sherry who are following Conan, this area now has six codenamed members.
...Is today some special day? Did I forget to check the almanac before going out, or is it an unwritten public holiday?
"It's Conan and Ai! Do you have any plans for today? I'm free, how about I treat you to breakfast?"
Jumping off the bar, Haruya Kuromon hurriedly stepped in front of Conan and Sherry, quickly devising an excuse to get rid of the two children who had mistakenly wandered into an adult venue.
It's not that I'm afraid Sherry will be exposed, but it's mainly that Conan and the organization seem to have some special chemical reactions when they're together, which could easily harm innocent people.
This chemical reaction specifically refers to itself.
The time before last, when Conan encountered Calvados, Haruya Kuromon was kidnapped and injured on the spot;
The last time he encountered Chianti and Cohen, he clashed with the zoo at the shrine. Not only was his car inexplicably hit, but he also got hit in the face for no reason.
With the number of people rising to so many this time, it wouldn't be surprising if a few satellite chains suddenly appeared. Heimen Yaoye was really afraid that the pseudonym he had painstakingly cultivated for more than 20 years could not withstand the test.
The "resistant to damage" refers to Gin, Vermouth, and other members of the organization; it's not about physical or magical resistance! Even crows cherish their feathers!
Hearing the reassuring tone, Ai Haibara snapped back to reality, her survival instinct kicking in at its peak. She pulled at her hood and ran to hug his leg, almost shaking herself out of her doppelganger.
Kuromon Haruya nodded in satisfaction. Sherry's reaction was just right. All he had to do now was for her to speak so he could leave smoothly!
"Hey Ai, is there something you need?" Just say the word, and we're on our way!
As they got closer, the air became even more piercing. Ai Haibara gripped Haruya Kuromon's pants even tighter, her pupils dilating in a daze.
It's the organization's scent! No, this thick, heavy, suffocating scent is like the organization has moved its base right above us! Oxygen... I can't breathe, and my vision is going black...
"Black Gate, Brother."
"Mmm, I'm listening~"
"Take me... Waaah...!"
The request was to bring electronic music. The petite girl rolled her eyes upwards and couldn't withstand the pressure, fainting on the spot!
Haruya Kuromon: ?
Everyone:! ! !
Kneeling on the ground, Kuromon Haruya held the unconscious, icy-cold Sherry, who was practically floating on the spot. He counted her faint pulse and cried out in anguish:
"Ai-chan—"
While I'm not entirely hoping for a complete version of Aptx4869, I'm not completely against it either. Hang in there, don't give in to death so easily!
Damn you, the Demon of Light! So this was where you were waiting for me!
Conan:?