books44 Chapter 224 A passionate and deep bond between teacher and student!
Chapter 224 A passionate and deep bond between teacher and student!
"Thank you for your hard work, please take care on your journey!"
The Kojima couple stood at the entrance of their izakaya, each holding one of the ears, waving goodbye to the group escorting the unruly child home.
"It's alright. We're all neighbors, it's what we should do!"
After transporting the last child besides Conan, Kuromon Haruya glanced sideways and saw Amuro Tooru's warm eyes, which exuded a rare sense of warmth and life.
He stepped forward, covered his ear, and whispered, "Mr. Amuro, I apologize for my immature behavior today and for causing you trouble."
"These are my lines," Amuro Tooru said modestly, shaking his head.
At Kuromon Haruya's current age, he has only been out of school and in the workforce for four years, and he still occasionally acts like a child. Ultimately, he is still a young man.
"My judgment at the time was also flawed, which led to the chaos that followed. Mr. Kuromon, is your low blood sugar feeling better?"
"It's okay now! I'm still a little dizzy and my legs are weak, probably because I've been staying up too late watching movies lately."
Haruya Kuromon glanced discreetly at Conan, who was eavesdropping, but the latter immediately lowered his head and kicked at the pebbles scattered on the road as soon as his gaze passed over him.
Haha, he didn't expect the dosage of the improved anesthetic needle to be so large!
As the unsung protector of order in Beika Town, Conan has it quite tough.
Perhaps due to the recent spate of cases, Uncle Mori has been "asleep" more often than usual for several days in a row, and his resistance to anesthetics has doubled, almost causing him to wake up halfway through.
To prevent his disguise from being exposed, he asked Professor Agasa to improve the dosage, which probably, it seems, exceeded what ordinary people could tolerate... However, after this battle, considering the significant side effects, he should try to shoot familiar people like Uncle and Sonoko in the future!
With the last pebble kicked away, Conan quickly changed the subject:
"By the way, Brother Heimen, how did you guys get into the teaching building? I remember the windows on the first floor were locked during the big cleaning."
"Oh, that's easy! We climbed up the tree and climbed in through the second-floor window."
Kuromon Haruya raised his right hand, and the little figure in his left hand first climbed up his arm, then nimbly jumped onto his shoulder, vividly and abstractly illustrating the difficulty of the action:
"When I was submitting Ai's sick leave report with Professor Agasa, I took the opportunity to visit the school. I happened to notice that the lock on a window on the west side of the second floor was broken, so I went in!"
Are you stray cats and birds that skillfully break into homes? Conan couldn't help but give a half-moon-shaped glance.
But thinking back to when his parents pranked him pretending to be members of the organization, and how Kuromon Haruya displayed absurdly agile skills during the rescue, he felt inexplicably relieved.
At least this time, Kuromon didn't attack Ms. Kobayashi or the head of the teaching department.
A flick on the forehead and a kiss followed. Kuromon Haruya leaned down, staring at Conan with a dark expression: "I have a feeling you're thinking about something mischievous, Conan~"
"No, no, no way! I was just marveling at how sharp your insight is, Brother Kuromon, hahaha!"
Amuro Tooru smiled without saying a word, revealing nothing of the considerable shock he felt when he saw Kuromon Haruya swiftly climb the tree.
"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious. Why does that little Haibara call you 'Mom', Mr. Kuromon? Is it a secret code between you two, or something else?"
Throughout the conversation, Amuro Tooru had been secretly observing Kuromon Yōya's facial expression, thus not missing the obvious hint of anger that flashed across his eyes.
“Well…” Kuromon Haruya smiled wryly, “It’s probably because I look a bit like Ai’s mother. This child’s family background is a bit complicated, and it hasn’t been easy for her.”
The conversation should stop here. It's enough to know a little about other people's suffering; delving into it would be impolite. Intelligence work requires knowing when to stop, and Amuro Tooru wasn't in a hurry.
As they chatted occasionally, the sign for the Mouri Architect's office gradually came into view under the lights. Ran Mouri was already waiting downstairs, wearing a coat, her nose slightly red, indicating that she had been there for some time.
The three people came into view, and she jogged forward, bowed deeply, and sincerely thanked them: "Kuromon-san, Amuro-san, thank you for taking care of Conan!"
Kuromon Haruya repeated the same pleasantries several times, making Conan break out in a cold sweat, feeling as if Ran was about to execute him on the spot.
He heard faint footsteps nearby, and suddenly turned his gaze to the side, seizing the opportunity to grab Amuro Tooru, who was about to resign, and kindly invited him:
"By the way, Mr. Amuro, didn't you want to become Mr. Mori's apprentice? Why don't we take this opportunity to talk about it?"
"Really!" Surprised and excited, Ran Mouri surrounded Amuro, her eyes sparkling.
"Ran, what are you two dawdling about downstairs for! I think this time we should just give that brat Conan a good spanking!"
A rough, drunken voice drifted to my ears; before I saw him, I saw his shadow, a dejected figure swaying with every step cast on the stairwell wall.
"Mr. Mori!" Kuromon Haruya immediately stepped up the stairs and helped Kogoro Mori, who was carrying a belt, down the stairs.
His movement to greet him was so fast that Amuro Tooru had no time to stop him and could only lower his head and mutter "Oh no!"
According to the investigation, the Mori family has the closest relationship with Kuromon Yōya. They are indeed one of Amuro Tooru's infiltration options to get close to Kuromon Yōya, but establishing a master-disciple relationship would affect the background of Amuro Tooru's identity in future missions.
In short, find an opportunity to delay and politely decline.
Planning to gloss over the matter for now, Amuro Tooru put on a shy smile and greeted this senior whom he had heard so much about from the police academy.
Toru Amuro:!
How could one describe this man? Amuro Tooru unconsciously focused his gaze...
He is like a wisp of smoke in the drizzling autumn rain. Under the dim, low-hanging sky, he only needs to calmly light a spark of tobacco to create a white cloud that belongs only to the clear sky. Having experienced the baptism of life's trials, the dazzling brilliance of his youth has gradually been patinated by time—seemingly decadent, but it is a kind of refinement that only connoisseurs can appreciate!
A mature and composed old-school tough guy who hides his passionate detective heart behind his outward appearance... It wouldn't be bad to take this gentleman as my apprentice, just as a roundabout way of investigating.
Realizing this, Amuro Tooru's heart pounded, feeling as if the patriotism in their hearts resonated with each other, like the bright moon and the ocean tide.
"What? A kid wants to become my disciple? Who is it?"
Kogoro Mouri scratched his neck, looking up to meet Tooru Amuro's longing and yearning gaze.
Amuro bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle. He had only ever experienced this kind of exhilarating feeling with that white moonlight!
"Yes, Mr. Mori, I have always admired your deeds. If you don't mind, please let me become your apprentice!"
"Huh?" Kogoro Mouri curled his lip impatiently. Having a shrunken Shinichi Kudo was troublesome enough; now a young man was going to steal his job? Forget it!
"Well, I'm not really available right now..."
"As a token of our gratitude for your invaluable experience, please accept these apprenticeship fees!"
Fukuda Yuzawa, half-concealing his face while clutching his wallet, used his charm on Mouri Kogoro, and the effect was outstanding!
"Well, since you're so sincere, I can't refuse! Hahahaha!"
Under the streetlights, half of Kuromon Haruya's face was shrouded in the shadows of his hoodie, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at the "magical love stickers" affixed to Amuro Tooru's shoulder and Mouri Kogoro's suit collar, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. ^_^