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Chapter 177 Please Guide Me Again
Pisco's slightly narrowed eyelids couldn't hide his deep longing. He was looking at Kurokawa Haruya, but his gaze was actually fixed on the distance, as if he were looking through him at someone else.
Bathed in those awkward gazes, Kuromon Haruya thought of another person who also seemed to have met her mother—Kuroda Heibei.
As Kuromon Haruya stared at the silent old man, a thought flashed through his mind—could it be... that Pisco also has a crush on my mother?
He became wary, but responded with a polite yet slightly awkward smile.
"OK."
Vermouth curled her lips into a smile, feigning complete oblivion as she suggested:
“Gin wants to introduce him to more high-ranking people to increase his profile. Since you’re here, Pisco, he can use you as an errand boy.”
She shouldn't be the only one disgusted by this face.
It's rare to see Butbell in a difficult situation, and Vermouth just wants to add fuel to the fire.
Pisco chuckled dryly, a few beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead, and drank to calm himself down.
Are you kidding me?! Having a suspected boss by his side while defecting? Does he have a death wish?!
"Thank you for your kindness. But this is a task personally assigned to me by that gentleman. Once I finish this job, I will retire from this business."
He planned to use the excuse of a mission error to lure Vermouth out alone to a room where the FBI had laid an ambush. Having someone with her would be too much of a hindrance.
Having stayed for so long, the FBI must have already taken notice of Butber.
The estimated time was about right. Pisco exchanged a few casual pleasantries in the tone of a seasoned businessman before leaving to wait for Shigehiko Tobuchi to appear on the outskirts.
Just then, something seemed to happen in the crowd at the gate, and a commotion arose.
A tall, burly bodyguard in black was holding two children, coldly asking, "Kids, don't run around like that in this place. Where are your guardians?"
The mischievous little boy, even after being caught, remained restless and kicked his legs in resistance; the little girl accompanying him seemed quite frightened, her head drooping in terror, her body trembling like a leaf.
"We're here to see someone we know, big brother, please put us down!"
Conan, clutching his collar, cursed his bad luck: "Seriously, I was planning to sneak in during the commotion of the important people entering, but how did I run into such a sharp-eyed security guard? We're too conspicuous here; we have to get him to let us off the hook!"
Hidden behind the crowd, the petite figure of the brown-haired girl came into view. Pisco's hands trembled as he stood frozen in astonishment: "Shirley?"
Whether it was actually Haruya Kuromon or not is another matter, but he would never mistake this girl's face—the face he had seen through the bulletproof glass since childhood! She was definitely Shiho Miyano who had escaped!
At that moment, Pisco felt a vague, unreal sensation rising from his toes to his head.
First came the children of the Kuromon couple, then the children of the Miyano couple, and then Shuichi Akai, whom the FBI sent at his request. Were they all here for a family reunion?
"Sorry, they are the children of someone I know!" Yoko Okino walked through the crowd, put away her phone containing emails about her idols, and took Conan and Yoko's children from the crowd. "I know these two kids. Please leave them to me. Thank you for your trouble."
"Miss Yoko!" The security guard, who had been looking fierce, widened his eyes and shrank back, afraid of offending the important person.
The organization members who joined the security detail this time were all affiliated with the organization's military-industrial division. Look at their burly, powerful physiques, sharp, deep-set sunglasses, and unsmiling, tough-guy demeanor—it's all proof of the favors they've received from Boss Vodka!
Everyone in the military industry group knew about their boss's fondness for Ms. Yoko. Since she was their boss's goddess, she was their goddess too!
The security guard shook his head violently from side to side, resembling a black dog shaking off water: "No trouble at all, I'm relieved to hear you say that."
As she spoke, she carefully put the two children down and brought them to her side.
After leading Conan and the other away from the center of the powerful crowd, Yoko Okino couldn't contain her excitement and looked at Conan with shining eyes:
"We meet again, Conan! I never imagined that besides staying at Mr. Mori's house, you were also related to Ms. Fujimine. I was really shocked to receive her request just now!"
"Who is this child? Why did you come to a place like this?" The atmosphere at the memorial service was oppressive. Everyone who came and went here was an important figure who had shaken Japan. It was not a place for a child to be present.
The person my mom asked was actually Ms. Yoko? She didn't even tell me beforehand.
Conan, the dutiful son who hung up on his mother before finishing his sentence, scratched his face: "Eh, um! Because we're really curious about this famous director, right, Haibara?"
"Grey Yuan?"
There was no response from behind. Conan looked back with a bad feeling, and sure enough, Ai Haibara's face was pale. She had obviously triggered the organization's sensor radar.
There are organized members nearby, so it seems we didn't come to the wrong place!
Conan looked up and carefully observed the appearance of each guest, while pulling Ai Haibara towards a more secluded corner: "Um, she's a bit shy... let's go over there and have some dessert!"
"Slow down, don't get lost!"
Yoko Okino symbolically reached out to stop them, but they slipped into a gap in the crowd. She couldn't help but sigh, "Just as Fujimine-sensei predicted, Conan is a little detective fan who loves to explore everywhere."
As the time for the meeting approached, the frequency of the doors opening and closing gradually decreased, indicating that the guests and all preparations were basically complete.
Kuromon Haruya raised his hand to check the time; the hands of his watch showed 18:28: "It's time."
In two minutes, after the curtain falls on this memorial service, the true hunt belonging to the organization will begin.
"As planned, after Pisco makes his move, I will use my position as a police consultant to leave the investigation and stay behind you for your safety. Do you have any further instructions?"
As the host took the stage, eloquently recounting stories of old friends, Vermouth paused meaningfully for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and covered her mouth:
"Oh dear, didn't I tell you? Gin just discovered Sherry's whereabouts. That woman is most likely hiding in the FBI, snuggling up to Rye, the one who killed her sister."
The lights in the venue were all turned off, leaving only cold black and white slides constantly changing on the screen.
"So your mission has been changed at the last minute. I will leave after the chaos and join Gin's extermination operation. Although I would love to see that old guy's tearful confession, it's a pity... Anyway, Pisco is entirely in your hands now, Butbel."
"Gin, you've found Sherry's trail?" Kuromon Haruya touched the dagger hidden at his waist, repeating incredulously.
Haibara's whereabouts have been discovered, but what about Shinichi?
If the organization discovered the secret of APTX4869's ability to shrink people through Sherry, then Conan Edogawa, who has been frequently interacting with Ai Haibara recently, will definitely be suspected, as will Dr. Agasa, who adopted her, and Mr. Hanzawa, who found her.
Now that Gin has even deployed a large number of troops to eliminate the FBI, a direct confrontation would have a very high failure rate. Therefore, the only way for me to have a chance of winning is...
Vermouth's stunningly beautiful face was reflected in the emerald green, and Haruya Kuromon gritted her teeth, her thoughts tug at her mind like a raging machine:
Protecting Conan represents hope for the future, while protecting Vermouth represents present attachment. Which one should you choose?
A sharp, dull pain roared in his brain. Under Vermouth's astonished witness, Kuromon Haruya staggered, clutching his temples, his eyes gradually glazing over, and an unconscious, helpless cry escaped his throat:
"What should I do? I can't hear your voice anymore..."
I am your most loyal servant, devoted to the organization and to you. Therefore, please show me the way once again, Boss…”