funbook-pk Chapter 85 Is the pork chop rice bowl delicious?
Chapter 85 Is the pork chop rice bowl delicious?
In Conan's view, Masato Hanazawa is a very peculiar existence.
When Conan first saw that menacing black figure, if his reason hadn't told him that nothing had happened yet, he would have almost dialed the emergency number on his mind.
However, one cannot judge a person by their appearance. Over the course of their time together, Conan discovered that he was surprisingly a good person!
You could even say you could be nominated for the title of "Good Citizen of Mihua"!
Mr. Fanze has a very regular daily routine.
Around six o'clock in the morning, the distinctive aroma of breakfast would waft in through the window of F402. Judging from the smell, the common pairings were traditional Japanese dishes such as tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet) and miso soup.
At seven o'clock sharp, he would take his son, Taro, who was equipped with a leash, for a half-hour walk around the shopping street before heading out to work.
Mr. Fanze works at a DVD rental shop called "Triton". His contract is for five days a week, but he seems embarrassed to refuse his colleagues' requests to cover for him, so he can be seen working overtime almost every day.
During his rest time, he mainly helped Brother Heimen take photos. Occasionally, when you bump into him on the street, he's either helping pick up litter or staring blankly at thin air with a cold smile.
'A criminal organization like that wouldn't allow its members to be so lax and undisciplined. Haibara said she was exploited from a young age!'
At this moment, Conan, who has not yet met the part-time king Amuro Tooru, greatly reduced his suspicion of Hanzawa upon seeing this schedule.
'It's impossible that he and Kuromon are both members of the organization, going on a mission and taking scenic photos along the way, right? Even Uncle Mori couldn't come up with that kind of speculation.'
After figuring this out, Conan waved to Ai Haibara and patiently explained, "Mr. Hanzawa is probably genuinely suspicious. When he moved in, I kept a close watch on him for a week because I was suspicious, and there was nothing unusual about him!"
As he spoke, he leaned close to Haibara's ear and described in detail Hanazawa Makoto's preferences, daily routine, habits, and interpersonal relationships:
"...Therefore, it's unlikely that Mr. Fanze is a member of the organization, so there's no need to worry."
Ai Haibara: More worrying than that is the stalker detective!
She turned her head and stared at Conan's self-righteous expression with a look of horror.
The Western world places great importance on the protection of personal privacy, and Shiho Miyano, who has lived abroad for many years, is no exception.
Ai Haibara: This behavior is a serious violation of privacy laws. Is this how detectives in Japan operate?!
Having escaped Kuromon Haruya's gaze, she gradually calmed down, a hint of apprehension lingering in her eyes as she looked at Conan: "Is that so? Then let's focus on the person in front of us for now."
Much of her knowledge of the organization comes from her personal life, and given that Shinichi Kudo's reliability is still uncertain, whether or not to inform him is even more questionable. The organization's terror is beyond the imagination of ordinary people; the more he knows, the more likely he is to fall into danger.
'It seems I need to be careful around this detective.'
Having made up her mind to keep it a secret for the time being, Ai Haibara slowly crossed the corner of the corridor and followed Hirota Masami to his study.
The group that had arrived earlier were now waiting outside a room, awaiting Madam Hirota's call: "Master, we have guests. Can you hear us?"
"That's strange. A guest even locked the door. I wonder what they're doing in there." Mrs. Hirota knocked on the door several times without getting a response. She turned around apologetically and explained, "I'm sorry, my husband might have fallen asleep after having a few drinks. I'll try knocking again."
Clutching his insurance sales brochure, Kuromon Haruya smelled the blood wafting from the crack in the door. After confirming his target's death, he leaned against the wall and began to leisurely AFK.
Compared to the original plot, Shiho Miyano's escape from the organization was significantly brought forward. He had initially worried that the case wouldn't happen due to the timeline, but now it seems he greatly underestimated the power of the Grim Reaper's aura.
This is what they mean by "If Death lets you die at midnight, no one will keep you alive until dawn," right?
Seeing Mr. Akai looking relaxed and lost in thought, Conan sensed something was wrong—most people would be distracted in this situation, shouldn't someone like Mr. Akai, who is seeking business cooperation, be even more concerned?
In front of everyone, he nimbly climbed onto the top ventilation window and looked inside.
An elderly man, suspected to be Masami Hirota, was trapped under an overturned bookshelf. Bloodstains were faintly visible on the ground, but there were no obvious signs of life.
Before he could examine it closely, a force from under his arm lifted him up and moved him away. Kuromon Haruya held Conan up with concern: "Did you find anything, little brother? You don't look too good."
"Hmm!" Conan clicked his tongue inwardly, clenched his fists in a childish voice, and said with a worried expression, "There's an old man lying in there! Uncle, please save him!"
Kuromon Haruya's lips twitched, barely suppressing the urge to laugh, and she put Koko down: "What! Everyone move aside, I'm going to break down the door."
Clutching the insurance policy under one arm, he took a few steps back, nervously estimated the thickness of the door, took a deep breath, and kicked the door lock.
Bang!
The loud crash seemed to startle him. He squinted and shrank back, and only after realizing that the door had been successfully broken down did he pretend to be nonchalant, tug at his trouser leg, and walk into the room with the others.
"Ahhhh!"
Upon seeing her husband's lifeless body, Mrs. Hirota let out a scream she hadn't heard in a long time.
After calling the police, securing the scene, and then conducting an on-site investigation, Conan was surprisingly at ease returning to the familiar crime scene after all the trouble he had gone through.
Haruya Kuromon clutched his rumbling stomach, silently waiting for Conan to take him away.
Overtime is out of the question, and it won't work either, even if Gin arranges it.
Anyway, since the disk contains the Dark Baron virus, no one else can use it. We can just hand over a burnt-out hard drive casing when the time comes.
After that, all we need to do is wait for Hattori Heiji to come to us with the baijiu, and for Sherry to develop the drug. The silver bullet will then be completed in no time.
…It just sounds a bit boring.
A sharp gaze was fixed on his back. Yoruichi Kuromon sensed it, but he was engrossed in thinking of a new idea and had no time to pay attention.
Conan, who was standing right next to him, gritted his teeth, furious at his arrogant attitude.
This guy is so arrogant! He's suspected of murder and he still acts like nobody's there.
He didn't miss the fact that the man smiled gleefully upon hearing the news of Professor Hirota's death.
Not long after, the police officer in charge of investigating the case arrived at the scene. Since Professor Hirota's residence was in Shizuoka Prefecture, Conan met Inspector Yokomizo again, whom he had parted ways with the day before.
"Oh, isn't this Conan?" Inspector Yokomizo greeted Conan warmly as soon as he saw him.
After all, if it weren't for Yusaku Kudo and the others who were with Conan saving the day, he wouldn't be the one leading the team now.
Inspector Yokomizo looked around but didn't see anyone else he recognized, so he squatted down next to Conan and asked in a low voice, "By the way... how is Mr. Kuromon doing now?"
Kuromon Haruya, standing to the side: He's doing great, he's lively and energetic now.
Unaware that his comrade was lurking nearby, Conan nodded and comforted him, "Kuromon is alright now. Luckily, he didn't break any bones or tendons, so there won't be any aftereffects."
Yokomizo Sango breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great!"
Although I already know the general situation from my superiors, since Mr. Kuromon was implicated by him, I can only feel truly at ease if I can get the information from people around me!
Seeing that the two were about to exchange pleasantries, Kuromon Haruya, too hungry to think, leaned closer to them and said quietly, "How much longer will the investigation take?"
A voice filled with resentment escaped his lips, accompanied by the rumbling of his stomach, carrying an inexplicable sense of desolation: "Can I eat first? The Metropolitan Police Department's pork chop rice bowl is fine too."