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Chapter 139 Good Sleep Quality
"what?!"
Kogoro Mouri scratched his knotted tie, looking puzzled, and gave him a strange look: "What's that? The latest Pokémon game?"
"It's an urban legend that was popular a few years ago." Opening the pre-set forum interface on his phone, Kuromon Haruya stared at the bathroom with lingering fear.
Ran Mouri took the phone and read aloud the contents of the post for everyone:
"Guardian Spirits. Every child possesses a Heart's Egg, within which lies their own dream. The guardian spirits that hatch from these eggs are called Guardian Characters. The eggs disappear upon reaching adulthood, but if an adult sees an egg..."
Your future will be taken away, you will lose your dreams and direction, and you will become an empty shell, lost and confused!
As if guarding her own guardian egg, Ran Mouri clutched her chest and huddled close to Haruya Kuromon, anxiously asking:
"No, that kind of thing is too painful! Kuromon-kun, did you really see your Guardian Character like this post says?"
Haruya Kuromon nodded, her expression worried.
"At the very moment the New Year's Eve fireworks were set off, I suddenly felt dizzy and the bathroom light went out without warning."
At first, I thought the office power had tripped, but the light coming through the crack in the door suggested otherwise. Then, after trying to turn on the light, I discovered an egg the size of my palm in the toilet.
"This is just a regular egg! The shell is relatively thick, and the surface is smooth and white. Judging from its appearance, it is probably a goose egg."
Unbeknownst to everyone, Conan, the epitome of efficiency in the agency, had already retrieved the egg from the toilet. He expertly found a flashlight, dimmed the room's lights, and shone it on one end of the eggshell to observe the light transmission inside:
"The internal texture is uniform, and there are no signs of blood vessels or embryos. This is most likely a dead egg, or the shell may be too thick for light to pass through."
A faint sense of despondency and death emanated from the eggshell. Kuromon Haruya blinked, inwardly praising Conan.
Nigredo's power had been completely absorbed, and the temporal distortion had left a portion of the demon, which should have vanished entirely, intact. Kuromon Haruya had already sensed this beforehand; the Raven Demon's authority was entirely in his hands, and Nigredo was now forced to remain dormant in its egg.
Without his permission, it is just an ordinary dead egg that has no impact on the outside world.
Enjoying the intense repulsion within the egg, Kuromon Haruya smiled contentedly: This lingering filth of evil is perfectly suited to be suppressed by the Light Demon, who represents materialistic science!
Hearing Conan's assessment, Ran Mouri cautiously peeked out from behind Haruya Kuromon: "So, this isn't the Heart's Egg from the urban legend that curses adults?"
"Idiot..." A sharp scrutiny pierced from behind, and Conan immediately changed his tune, "-- Ran-neechan, you were just scaring yourself!"
Kogoro Mori snorted and snatched the egg away:
"I think it's a prank that some customer played when they visited the office during the day and hid it in the toilet! We could just fry it up and eat it..." No, wait, it looks like it was fished out of the toilet!
"Uh, just leave it outside the office."
Since this egg was unlikely to cause any trouble, Kuromon Haruya decided to let the Mori family, these chosen ones, handle it.
Just then, a jealous Corgi squeezed its way between him and Xiaolan, feigning ignorance and asking, "Oh my, I didn't expect you to be afraid of this bird egg, Brother Kuromon. Aren't you an expert on birds?"
"Hmm, well..."
After hesitating for a moment, Kuromon Haruya glared resentfully at Conan and ruffled Conan's hair into a mess: "Seriously, everyone has things they're afraid of!"
He turned to look out the window. The celebratory fireworks in the night sky had faded, and a group of shadows gathered on the high-voltage power lines outside the Mori office, their dark eyes watching the jubilant crowd. A gust of wind blew, and crows took flight.
"In fact, when I was a child, my mother always warned me like this: 'Yoya, you were born a child cursed by crows.'" The voice that reached Conan's ears was very calm, as calm as if it were someone else's story.
"According to my mother, she dreamed of a crow bringing her a child and then suddenly realized she was pregnant. At first, my mother did not associate this dream with pregnancy, until one day, when she was sweeping the yard, she broke a crow's nest and had nightmares for a month straight, and she became depressed."
Just when the father had consulted renowned doctors to no avail, a wandering, enlightened monk suddenly visited. He said, "This was originally a blessing from the crow, but unfortunately, your wife destroyed the crow's nest, turning the blessing into misfortune. It is fate that I have met you, and I am willing to help you resolve this calamity. However, after this child is born, he must go to the shrine to worship the sacred crow every year."
After a religious ceremony, my mother's nightmare was miraculously cured, and I developed the habit of feeding the crows from then on.
Taking a sip of tea, Kuromon Haruya looked at the people around him who were listening with great interest, shrugged, and explained to himself: "So even if I believe in science, it's normal to be sensitive to certain things."
"I never knew there was such a story behind this." Ran Mouri poured him another cup of tea, encouraging and comforting him.
"But Brother Kuromon, you took such big photos of the crows and regularly cooperate with bird protection associations, so everything must be fine by now! Teacher Kuroba is a friend of birds now!"
"Thank you, I think so too."
Kuromon Haruya smiled and accepted the lucky man's blessing.
After watching tonight's Red and White Song Festival, Uncle Mori was already passed out drunk by the kotatsu. When Haruya Kuromon and Hanzawa helped carry him up to the third floor of the agency, they unsurprisingly saw Conan with Ran wiping his face, looking smug.
"Then, Mr. Fanze, see you again tomorrow when we visit the shrine for the New Year."
Yawning, Kurokawa Haruya stood in front of F401 and waved goodbye.
"Wait, Mr. Kuromon!"
Master Fanze looked Heimen Yaoye up and down, but in the end, he still couldn't put his mind at ease. He frowned and asked with concern:
"You just said you suddenly felt dizzy in the bathroom. Could it be a side effect of the medication? If you feel unwell anywhere, I'm right next door. Don't push yourself."
Mr. Fanze is such a kind and thoughtful person... I'll have Rum remove a few tasks for him to lighten his load later.
After exchanging a few more words with Hanze Zhenren at the door about matters related to the organization, temporarily calming him down, Kuromon Yaoya finished washing up and lay peacefully on the bed:
"Next is to fulfill Miss Koizumi's prophetic dream. Nigredo has lost its threat, and we will start to fully implement the plan this year."
The Ark Organization, which has finally taken the bait from abroad, is now embroiled in renewed turmoil in Japanese politics, and police agencies from various countries are gradually launching a crackdown. This year is going to be busy for them.
Contemplating the organization's future arrangements, Kuromon Haruya slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
......
The crisp chirping of birds outside the window awakened another new morning, and the warm sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains.
Beep, beep, beep! The continuous beeping of cell phone notifications echoed in the room.
"Ugh, let me lie down for another fifteen minutes..." Instinctively tossing his phone off the bed, Kuromon Haruya hugged his pillow and rubbed his eyes reluctantly.
The annoying beeping continued, and he gradually regained consciousness.
"Yeah, it's forty years from now. There's no Rum-chan around to wake me up. And there are no of the organization's subordinates around either. No wonder I'm sleeping so soundly."
He stretched out his arms in a cat-like yawn, then stepped barefoot onto the cold tiles and went to wash up.
The young man in the mirror still looked sleepy, his reluctance to leave the bed almost written on his face. His messy hair, disheveled from sleep, clung to his face, and his green almond eyes were slightly narrowed, giving him a lazy and approachable appearance.
While unconsciously brushing his teeth, Kuromon Haruya hummed a little tune from the organization.
I had a rare good night's sleep yesterday, without any dreams, and I feel much lighter all over!
Wait, you didn't dream at all last night?
Suddenly realizing something, Kuromon Haruya rushed to the living room with a toothbrush in his mouth and fished his phone out from under the bed.
More than a dozen missed call notifications were displayed on the screen, all of which had a common source—Koizumi Akako.