funbook-pk Chapter 140 Don’t worry yet
Chapter 140 Don’t worry yet
Before Kuromon Haruya could call back, a new urgent call lit up. He pressed the answer button and greeted her while brushing his teeth, "Good morning, this is Kuromon Haruya."
"Lord Akako, the other end of the line has answered!" The elderly voice rang out, and Kuromon Haruya recognized the person on the other end as the vampire butler who had served the Koizumi family for many years.
"Then hurry up and give me your phone!" The domineering command approached with crisp footsteps. Koizumi Akako took the phone, leaned back on the luxurious chaise lounge, and said, "You dare to answer my call so late."
Happy New Year, Ms. Akako.
Kuromon Haruya took an apron off the hook, tilted her head to hold the phone, and heated oil in a pan: "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush."
"What do you mean by this?" Koizumi Akako picked up a cherry and casually tossed it, hitting the center of the magic mirror.
Crack an egg into the pan and fry it until golden brown on both sides. Pour the remaining oil from frying the egg into the hot water that has already been boiled. This is the key to making a milky white soup base.
Kuromon Haruya took out some frozen kabuki from the refrigerator and put it into the pot: "My situation is a bit complicated, and it might not be convenient to explain over the phone. Please rest assured, I will visit you in person after today's New Year's shrine visit."
"New Year's shrine visit?"
Raising an eyebrow, Koizumi Akako asked with a hint of doubt, "As a demon, and even a follower of the Western demons, how dare you worship other gods on the first day of the new year? Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of your sect leader?"
Actually, I even put it in the toilet. Now that guy is probably outside the Light Demon's house, shivering in the cold wind.
Unfortunately, this joy couldn't be easily shared, so Kuromon Haruya could only laugh a few more times by himself: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. It's like visiting each other's homes. It would be too unceremonious to stay at home on the first day of the new year!"
The witch who stayed home on the first day of the new year: ......
"Those trivial things are fine! Another year has passed, and I don't have time to play role-playing games with you!"
"Oh dear, Miss Akako, haven't you noticed yet?" Kuromon Haruya ladled out the fragrant and comforting fish ball noodles from the pot, her tone a mix of surprise and delighted malice. "We still have plenty of time..."
"After all, it's still 1994 this year."
A barrage of meaningless phrases like "See you tonight" and "Want me to bring you some souvenirs?" bombarded her with questions. Koizumi Akako hung up the phone in a daze and glanced at the time on her phone.
“Damn it—”
On that day, according to several passing travelers, a cry filled with sharp resentment, sounding as if it could tear the soul apart, came from the depths of the forest, lingering and echoing for a long time.
Having prepared his travel gear, Kuromon Haruya arrived at the Mouri Office building.
Although it's not the new year, we should still maintain a fresh look. He wore a light blue jacket, paired with a beige turtleneck sweater and dark casual pants, a simple and refreshing look that didn't appear too frivolous.
"Wow, Kuromon-kun, you could be a part-time model!" Ran Mouri led Conan downstairs, while Uncle Mouri had deep dark circles under his eyes, clearly looking like he hadn't woken up properly.
Conan subtly straightened his tie and looked at Haruya Kuromon: "Huh, where's Mr. Hanzawa? He should have finished his walk by now."
Kuromon Haruya shrugged. When he left, Hanze wasn't home. "I didn't know either. Ah, he's here."
"Everyone, Mr. Kuromon is here! La la la ah—"
Following the direction pointed out by Heimen Yaoye, a wisp of smoke shot out from the street corner, and a dark shadow could be vaguely seen dancing in the wind behind it.
The rushing smoke gradually slowed down as it approached the agency, finally stopping 1.5 meters away from Kuromon Haruya, revealing a limp body.
Master Fanze, carrying two large bags of food, was panting heavily with every step. His face was so pale that even his dark complexion had faded to gray: "I'm going to die from running, I can't breathe—"
Kuromon Haruya stepped forward to pat his back and help him catch his breath, saying earnestly, "Mr. Hanzawa, you probably won't pass the company's physical fitness test if you keep going like this."
"Don't talk about such terrible things on the first day of the new year!" Fanze Zhenren covered his ears in an evasive manner.
They call themselves the intelligence department, so they should all be clerical staff. Why are all their colleagues in the department physically stronger than the last? It's really embarrassing that Fanze Zhenren is at the bottom in every aspect!
“These are New Year’s gifts that the people visiting the shopping street gave to Taro. I’m going upstairs to store them. Take a look at Taro.”
“No problem.” After watching his master leave, Kuromon Haruya lowered his head and met Hiromi Taro’s gaze.
Looking around, I saw that the Mori family didn't seem to be making any contact, and there weren't any suddenly appearing fanatical fans on the street. That was good.
With a tentative mindset, Haruya Kuromon took a step forward. Minato Namie immediately stood up and took half a step back.
Haruya Kuromon: !
Previously, Hiromi Taro would take two steps back, but he only took half a step back! This is truly a milestone breakthrough in forty years!
Relying on his nearly half-step advantage, Kuromon Haruya slowly made his way to Hiromi Taro. Taking him by surprise, he bent down and scooped it into his arms, instinctively giving it a shake to check its weight.
Light as a puppy... no, it really does feel like a puppy.
Pometarou: Trembling.
From its perspective, Kuromon Haruya was a powerfully oppressive yet benevolent shadow, concealing immense terror. This shadow occasionally emanated a suffocating killing intent that even a dog instinctively wanted to avoid. But...
The owner likes to bring the shadowy creature over to visit his territory. Every time it invades, it brings a bunch of toys, chew horns, and a lot of really delicious snacks, which makes the owner very happy.
After a moment of contemplation, Hiromi Taro suppressed his trembling and looked up with a resolute expression!
Then, for the first time in its dog life, it took the initiative to rub against Kuromon Haruya's palm!
The soft, fluffy fur brushed against my palm, stirring a commotion.
"So cute!" Kuromon Haruya pressed his hand to his chest, lifted up Bomitarou, and buried his head in his mouth to suck on it.
After putting his things down, Masato Hanzawa went downstairs and looked at Haruya Kuromon, who was covered in white dog hair and had a red mark on his face. He asked in confusion, "Huh, is Taro Pomi starting to shed his fur?"