books44 Chapter 178 Who Will Win Sherry's Heart?
Chapter 178 Who Will Win Sherry's Heart?
Slightly tipsy and momentarily disoriented, Kuromon Haruya glanced at the champagne's color with surprise: "It's so easy to get drunk, could it be a fake bar mixed with industrial alcohol?"
“I understand. I'll be in charge of collecting Pisco and putting him in the cellar. After that, we'll communicate using the organization's dedicated channel badge if needed…”
Receiving no response for a long time, Kuromon Haruya looked over in confusion, only to see Vermouth's expression as if she wanted to observe a madman from afar.
Haruya Kuromon: ?
He looked himself over and scanned his surroundings, but finding nothing amiss, he turned his head and asked, "Hmm? What's wrong?"
“No, it’s nothing.” Vermouth turned her head, deciding to keep this anomaly as her private clue and not tell Gin. Maybe it would have a miraculous effect someday. “Remember not to reveal the effects of the experiment.”
Kuromon Haruya immediately forgot her earlier unusual behavior: "I will definitely live up to your expectations!"
"..."
The beautiful figure disappeared into the crowd. Kuromon Haruya, who had expected this, shrugged and was not discouraged at all.
A few steps away, having finally escaped the reporters' questions, Shigehiko Tobukuro took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and vented his anger at the group gathered not far away: "A bunch of shameless bastards, they're scrambling to ostracize me just because I'm a little weak!"
He simply walked over to the table to get a drink, and those guys deliberately pinched their noses and kept fanning themselves, as if some garbage dump had appeared! So what if his bribery was exposed? They act like everyone else is so clean!
"But none of that matters anymore." The organization he was backed by could easily settle a mere investigation without leaving a trace! Thinking of the promised cleanup, Shigehiko Tobukuro couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and snort softly.
This face, reflected in Pisco's eyes, became the perfect target.
He pulled out a loaded pistol from his pocket, widened his eyes, aimed at the chandelier ring that had been coated with fluorescent paint, and a strong killing intent appeared on his lips—now was the time to toll the death knell for Shigehiko Tobuchi and the organization!
Click, tap.
Accompanied by the low, short sound of the silencer firing, a white light burst out from behind his head.
boom--
The soles of the shoes felt a jolt from something heavy hitting the ground. Sharp, piercing shards of glass flew everywhere, and countless fragile items shattered with a pleasant rustling sound. The dark hall was instantly filled with terrified screams and noise. Before most of the guests could even understand what was happening, they were swept away by the panicked flow of people.
The door was flung open, and Inspector Megure, leading a team of men, stood guard at the entrance to the hall, shouting, "No one here, stay here!"
But the people coming and going were all celebrities from various fields, and very few of them would obediently follow the orders of the Japanese police because of their non-existent authority. The police force's direction was instantly scattered by the crowd.
Kuromon Haruya looked down at the pool of blood that was about to stain his feet, took off his brand-new suit and put it aside, then rushed to the fallen chandelier and anxiously called out:
"Sir! Can you hear me? Sir! Inspector Megure, call paramedics immediately!"
"Ah good!"
Inspector Megure was somewhat surprised to see Haruya Kuromon, but then a sense of relief washed over him, as if the mission was already accomplished. Full of energy, he called out to his subordinates, "Get the paramedics over here! Leave a few people to calm the scene, the rest of you come with me to investigate!"
Yoruichi Kuromon felt the pulse of Shigehiko Tobuchi, whose eyes were wide open in death, and shook his head regretfully at the police officers who came to investigate: "Unfortunately, he has no vital signs."
"Damn it! We're too late!" Inspector Megure exclaimed in frustration.
"Hmm? Does that mean you've already received the crime warning letter, Inspector?"
“No, that’s not it.” Inspector Megure looked around and leaned close to Yoruichi Kuromon’s ear. “It’s Shinichi. Shinichi called me urgently not long ago to tell me that there would be an assassination attempt on Congressman Tonguchi here.”
But unexpectedly, we were still a step too late.
"Oh? So it's Shinichi?" Upon hearing the familiar name, Kuromon Haruya smiled kindly and scanned the entire room.
There were quite a few onlookers gathered around the body, but Pisco and Vermouth were nowhere to be seen, most likely having escaped or disguised themselves during the commotion.
In the bustling crowd, a short, wandering figure caught his eye.
"Inspector Megure, the list of attendees is at the front desk registration desk. You can borrow it from the receptionists. By the way, could you please bring me Conan, and also a pair of rubber gloves for evidence collection?"
"Yes!" Upon receiving the order, Inspector Megure immediately ran to mobilize his subordinates, completely unaware that Yoruichi Kuromon was not his superior.
A short while later, Conan, who was running around like a headless fly, was brought over by a police officer who grabbed him by the collar.
Before Kuromon Haruya could speak, Conan grabbed his leg and pulled him close, whispering anxiously in his ear, "Something terrible has happened, Kuromon-nii! Ai Haibara is missing!"
Kuromon Haruya, who had been relieved that Kudo Shinichi was safe and sound, suddenly gasped, "Shinichi, calm down and tell me what happened."
Conan nodded, disregarding his guilt about acting behind Kuromon Haruka's back, and recounted his entire experience, from acting on his own to eavesdropping, to finding the handkerchief and discovering that Ai Haibara was missing.
"Damn it, if only I had held on tighter! The only member of the organization present was Pisco, he must have recognized Haibara and took her away in the chaos!"
Really? Shiho Miyano has gone missing...
Kuromon Haruya forced a smile, glancing at the various security guards moving around the venue: not only Pisco, but also a large number of organization members were present, and there was even FBI surveillance.
'Although she's the daughter of that devilish couple, and her fate is none of my concern, but...'
He focused his gaze on Conan, who was stomping his feet like a duck.
'We still need her research and development to restore Shinichi to its original state, and I also need the information she provides to break the organization. Now is not the time to settle scores with her.'
After we deal with Pisco, let's search around while things are in disarray. Hopefully, you haven't spilled any crucial information, Sherry~'
Kuromon Haruya squinted, his canine teeth accidentally biting the tip of his tongue, which then quickly healed.
However, before that, they must not discover Conan's special nature.
"Don't worry~ There are so many people here, the organization probably won't make a move!"
Besides, didn't you lend her the tracking glasses? I'll send you out now, and you can use the spare glasses to check her whereabouts. Maybe she just left on her own.
As he spoke, he picked up Conan and instructed the guards waiting nearby, "The scene is too bloody. Please take this child to an elder."
"Wait, Kuromon-kun!" Conan was caught off guard and carried out of the venue by the police officer before he could even retort.
Haruya Kuromon put on gloves, held up the handkerchief she had received from Conan, and appealed to the anxious crowd:
"Please remain calm and cooperate with the investigation! This is a murder case. Guests with purple handkerchiefs, please go to the police station for questioning and actively cooperate with the investigation!" After saying this, he turned to leave.
Yoshiharu Tawara, a formal member of the organization who had been bribed by Pisco to provide cover and location, panicked on the spot: "Hey, wait! What do you mean by murder? This wasn't an accident!"
Who is this guy? He actually caught Pisco committing a crime! It seems he can't be allowed to live any longer; we need to arrange for our members to deal with him as soon as possible!
"You pretty boy, weren't you the closest eyewitness at the scene? I think you're the murderer!"
"Is the murderer me?" A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Kuromon Haruya paused, covered his mouth, and chuckled softly, as if he had heard something interesting.
"Yes! What's wrong!"
"No, I just want to thank you for your fair and law-abiding spirit." He took out an ID card from his wallet, tossed it behind him, and continued walking away.
The laminated card swiftly slid past Yoshiharu Tawara's side and landed precisely on the table, embedding itself several centimeters deep.
Gulu.
Tawara Yoshiharu felt a chill run down his spine, swallowed hard, his face pale, and shakily picked up the information on the document:
"Kuromon Haruya, a specially appointed...consultant for the Metropolitan Police Department?!"