I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

Chapter 145 A Childhood Sweetheart Falls From the Sky?

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With the tires rubbing against the ground, and skillfully turning the steering wheel, Furuya Rei parked the car in a parking space five meters away from the intersection.

Not far away, at an intersection where traffic had come to a standstill due to an accident, a white Honda was pressed against the side and rear of a Maserati, leaving a noticeable dent on the latter's rear.

In this state, even if Sogrid were so wealthy that he completely disregarded the evidence collection process for insurance claims and insisted on driving away in his beat-up car, he would still attract the attention of the police.

"Heh! Who told you to drive on the highway in the city? Your poor driving skills are getting you punished." With a hint of schadenfreude, Furuya Rei tapped the steering wheel, waiting for his chance to shine.

'A mission that requires the deployment of Sugrid is unlikely to be simple. If handled properly, I might be able to intercept the mission under the pretense of helping out, thus gaining entry into the core events.'

The Honda driver seemed stunned by the accident. After a while, he hurriedly got out of the car, his steps unsteady, and went to the driver's seat of the car in front to apologize.

But it was this face that instantly made Rei Furuya stop smiling.

His attire was simple and traditional, and he wore a pair of simple black-rimmed glasses. Beneath his sparse eyebrows were a pair of sharp, upturned eyes—wasn't this the subordinate he had just contacted?

'Oh no, because this isn't the car Kazami usually drives; I didn't recognize it immediately.'

So the current situation is... Kazami crashed into Sugrid's car?!

When Kurokawa Kagemitsu saw the Honda suddenly rushing towards him from his blind spot, he had no chance to dodge.

Although he had done his best to minimize the damage, judging from the powerful acceleration, the marks left on the car were probably not the kind of scratches that could be covered up by private repairs.

Looking down at the red-glowing locator on the dashboard, Kurokawa Kagemitsu rubbed his forehead with one hand, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

According to the boss's crow message, the criminal gang that was secretly competing with the organization recently made a large-scale landing on the Japanese mainland for unknown reasons, and launched an open attack today.

[Sugrid, those beasts are defying the organization's porch. Now is the time for the watchdogs to show their discipline and loyalty.]

If this was just his personal mistake, Kurokawa Kagemitsu would choose to flee the scene immediately, prioritize the boss's orders, complete the mission, and then use his meager funds to make compensation.

Anyway, he still has entertainment value in the hands of Heimen Yaoye. At worst, he will just have to go back to receive punishment, undergo brainwashing techniques a few more times, and do some dirty work.

But why, why was the person responsible for the car accident Zero's subordinate?

Seeing the luxury car owner finally roll down the window, Kazami Yuya was bowing deeply, his hands clasped together, almost unable to straighten up: "I'm so sorry! This is a police investigation. This is my business card. I will contact you later to discuss compensation..."

"No need." Kurokawa Kagemitsu coldly interrupted the conversation, his eyes sweeping across the nearby streets as he quickly negotiated, "Since you're the police, as a citizen I'd like to be understanding. This little bit of money for repairs is nothing. I'll be leaving if there's nothing else."

Since Kazami is here, it means that Zero is likely paying attention to the situation here, or even nearby.

If the boss takes his anger out on him and Zero because of the traffic accident...

The squad leader in the intensive care unit of the organization hospital, his brother far away in Nagano, the police officer in front of him, and many more people will be affected!

'I must leave the scene immediately, before the boss notices, and cut off all possible connections with Zero! If I have to shoulder all the responsibility, this is the only thing I can do for everyone as a character leaving the stage.'

Sitting far away in the car, Rei Furuya frowned, vaguely sensing that something seemed off about Sugrid in the driver's seat.

"Emotionally unstable, his gaze is shifty, and his body seems to be... trembling? Did this guy take some kind of banned drugs before he got on the road?"

Seeing that Sugrid's reaction was getting stronger and stronger, and that even Kazami might not be able to stop him, Furuya Rei immediately opened the car door and walked to the front of the car:

"Isn't this Mr. Kurokawa? What happened?"

Like hearing a death knell, Kurokawa Kagemitsu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and even his lips lost all color, making him look somewhat like a corpse that had lost too much blood.

Rei Furuya found his appearance inexplicably irritating.

Kurokawa Kagemitsu warned in a hoarse voice, "...This is none of your business. Do you want to die?"

"I was just passing by and noticed you seemed to be in a hurry, so I was just asking if you wanted a ride."

Rei Furuya patted his subordinate's tense shoulder, pushed him aside, and leaned against the car window: "Officer, my friend here has an urgent matter. Could you please help me tow the car to the police station for temporary storage?"

Just kidding, sending the boss's car to the police station is no different from setting up missile coordinates.

"Bourbon."

Clenching his sweaty palms, Kurokawa Kagemitsu reached into the lining of his trench coat with his right hand, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent: "Don't make me warn you a second time."

The rigid, square shape stands out against the fabric, making it obvious what he'll pull out.

"Okay, forget it."

Damn it, Furuya Rei cautiously withdrew his steps, gesturing slightly for Kazami to stay away. Forcing Sugrid to draw his gun, this must be related to an important operation within the organization.

Finally, his childhood friend put an end to his curiosity, and Kurokawa Kagemitsu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, starting the engine with a stern face.

Boom—beep beep. Amidst the Maserati's seductive, wave-like engine roar, a sharp warning beep suddenly sounded.

beep, beep, beep...

Rei Furuya initially thought it was a bomb lurking somewhere, starting its countdown. But after careful observation, he realized that the sound was actually coming from inside the car.

After seven dial rings, the call was automatically answered and played on speakerphone before Kurokawa Kagemitsu could press the answer button.

“Sogrid, do you have anything to explain to me?”

A question, seemingly calm but laced with hidden anger, rang out from the left side of Sugrid's chest. The voice sounded very young, but the tone was mature, clearly that of a superior.

Glancing sideways at Bourbon, Kurokawa Kagemitsu respectfully held the phone in front of him, bowing his head and humbly uttering a title that utterly shocked Furuya Rei:

"Boss."

The voice on the other end of the phone was actually that gentleman!

So cautious that he dared not move an inch, Furuya Rei lowered his head and used his body to block the transmission of the sound waves.

At this critical juncture, which countless undercover agents yearn for and which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Rei Furuya desperately wants to leave.

This doesn't mean he was cowardly or fearful; rather, given his position within the organization, he couldn't even get in touch with Rum's true voice!

Given his insignificant background and the organization's ruthless, explosive cleanup tactics, he wouldn't be surprised if Gin suddenly flew his Osprey and started firing in the neighborhood.

But what's even more unsettling is that Rei Furuya feels like he's heard that voice somewhere before.