funbook-pk Chapter 193 The Ghost and His Childhood Friend
Chapter 193 The Ghost and His Childhood Friend
"Oh! That's great! Who is the murderer, Shinichi..." Turning around excitedly, Inspector Megure's brows furrowed as he spoke, and Toto looked at Kaito:
"Huh? I remember you're Kuroba-kun, aren't you?"
"No, no! I'm not that genius high school student named Ekoda who has superb magic skills, is incredibly popular, and has a sharp mind!"
Following the image in the news report from his memory, Kaito Kuroba turned his body to the side, pointing his thumb at himself at a three-quarters angle of his face:
"What's wrong, Inspector? Don't you recognize me after not seeing me for a while?"
Inspector Megure blinked, a question lingering in his mind:
Isn't this the pose used in news reports? Where's Shinichi's classic hand-in-pockets-and-raise pose from his deductions? Did he change it?
Kaito Kuroba smiled confidently and began his explanation of the case:
"This is a murder disguised as an accident. Before the incident, the killer first murdered the victim in this way, then used various timed methods to create an alibi, and after setting it up..."
Amidst the background noise of a long monologue, Kuromon Haruka propped his chin on his hand, rubbed the head of the corgi in his arms, and let out a long yawn.
In his past life, when he was avenging his parents, he patiently researched the methods used in detective stories like Conan to try and mislead the police. But judging from his professional life after transmigrating...
"It's still easier to suppress them directly with force; one force can overcome all methods."
"Huh? What did you say, Kuromon-kun?" Conan looked up.
"I said Kuroba-kun has a real talent for acting. His impersonation of Shinichi Kudo is so lifelike that he doesn't even need makeup."
"Shinichi, is he really not related to you on any side?"
"I don't know either. My parents have almost never mentioned family to me!" Conan stared at Kaito Kuroba's face, his curiosity growing. "Kuromon-nii, what did you say to him? You're actually willing to pretend to be a stranger?"
"I didn't say anything. I just told him, 'Conan consulted Shinichi and got the answer. Would you be interested in conveying it to him?' and he readily agreed."
"Really?" He didn't seem to have that much free time or enthusiasm.
"really!"
In fact, what Haruya Kuromon originally said was:
“Young Master Kaito, although there is only a month difference between you, Young Master Shinichi is still your cousin! He is your elder, a blood relative. You wouldn’t want him to lose face, would you?”
Upon hearing the word "cousin," Kaito Kuroba's pity for Shinichi Kudo vanished instantly, replaced by an annoyance at the sudden appearance of an elder.
If the age difference between them were only a few years or a few years, that would be one thing, but calling someone a month older than him "brother"? He just couldn't do it.
After recounting his modus operandi in one breath, Kaito Kuroba was actually a little thirsty. He glanced at Conan, a hint of anticipation playing on his lips.
I promised Mr. Kuromon I would help him.
But what does it have to do with Kaito Kuroba, a high school student who helps you out of kinship, and the Phantom Thief Kid who has been a global figure for twenty years?
Thank you, Shinichi Kudo. From now on, I'll gladly accept your disguise method to fool Inspector Nakamori!
......
"I'm sorry, Bourbon, you've been implicated because of my negligence."
The man with the clean-shaven beard parted his lips, his face as youthful as the shadows in his midnight dreams. Compared to his much more mature self, Furuya Rei felt that he was more deserving of the title of baby-faced now.
Rei Furuya didn't know what expression he was making, but looking at the scenery and the sympathetic and understanding look in that person's eyes, it was probably not related to calmness.
"Don't worry, I'm just a clone. As long as my brain tissue isn't extensively damaged when I suffer a fatal injury, the organization can re-upload my stored information to the cloud after recovery."
"Memories of the infiltrator's predecessor? Unfortunately, the organization's technology hasn't advanced to the point where it can read the brain... Any deeper intelligence is beyond your reach."
The pure white processing room was so clean that even the floor reflected a white light. The excessively high ceiling was hidden in shadow—no, that's not right, it was his own vision that was distorted and darkened.
The man simply shoved the cold, fully-loaded revolver into his hand, catching him off guard by its sudden weight. Then, in a tone devoid of compassion, as if life were some superfluous burden, he said:
"...Come on, aim for my heart and shoot."
Then, he pulled the trigger of the pistol pressed against his heart.
"Bam—"
"Ugh!" Amuro Tooru jumped up from the bed, covered in sweat.
A noisy conversation drifted in from outside the window, and the faint morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains. He glanced at the alarm clock; there were still five minutes until the scheduled time.
Amuro Tooru, slightly out of breath, walked to the window and peered out through the crack. Two cars traveling in opposite directions had collided below the apartment building, and the drivers were discussing who was responsible—the loud crash was clearly caused by the collision.
It has been a long time since the day Sogrid was "dealt with," but Nightmare clearly doesn't think so.
Thanks to this, the image that finally appeared in his mind every night was no longer Shuichi Akai standing coldly in front of Hikaru's corpse, but him, Bourbon, whose hands were stained with blood.
Hey.
His phone vibrated. He looked down and saw a reply from the store manager who had replied to his part-time job application a few days earlier.
[Dear Mr. Amuro:]
According to the contract signed before the Lunar New Year, today is your first day working at the store. We look forward to your joining us.
Currently, besides you, there are two other long-term employees in the store, and none in the short term. One is Ms. Enomoto Azusa, a regular employee, and the other is my nephew, Sami Minamoto, who will act as the acting store manager for me.
Both of them are on duty today. Here is the store address. I hope we can get along well.
Address: Poirot Cafe, 1st Floor, 5-39 Beikacho, Beika City, Tokyo (below the Mouri Detective Agency)
After quickly finishing his homemade sandwich for breakfast, Amuro Tooru drew back the curtains. Looking at the schedule filled with notes in the sunlight, he stuck a photo of Kurokawa Haruya from the desk to the back of a drawer.
"His identity is that of a professional photographer. He was active in the Princess Hotel hostage incident and the Mika City Hotel incident. He was brave and took the lead in maintaining order at the scene and fighting against criminals."
But shortly after he returned to his home country, Butber joined the organization as a newcomer and passed the assessment.
Whether it was the assassination attempt on Akemi Miyano, the Vienna rescue operation, or her recent trip with Vermouth, Butber's influence was evident in all three actions.
The initial impression was good, but as a police officer seeking evidence, subjective feelings cannot be used to verify the truth. Furthermore, Jingguang's situation stems from the fact that there's an organized undercover agent within the police force…
"What is your true identity? Are you a hero who genuinely serves the people, or a hypocritical wolf?"
In any case, this time I will personally peel back your false exterior to find out the truth.
Kuromon Haruya!