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Chapter 252 The Communication of the Older Generation
Chapter 252 The Exchange Among the Older Generations
After completing the game, Noah's Ark kept its promise and awakened all 51 people, including the father and Black Gate.
The pure white, rounded game pods, like real cocoons, cracked open. Reluctant children emerged, their faces beaming with innocent smiles that elite education forbids, and nestled into their parents' arms.
They said that the children who were eliminated would go to a garden for rest, and the garden seemed to be called "Paradise".
Compared to the video footage recorded by the police, the game footage broadcast by Noah's Ark differed greatly from the actual progress. Important content was cut, such as the grown-up Ai Haibara, the assassin Gin, and his calling Kudo Yu as his father, all of which were blurred out.
Despite the police launching an immediate manhunt, they were too late. Thomas Sindora, a former director of the Sindora Corporation, fled to evade justice and remains at large, causing turmoil within the group and indefinitely postponing the launch of Project Cocoon.
At the end of the game launch event, Noah's Ark, inheriting Hiroki's legacy, along with all the game prototypes, turned into burnt scrap metal amidst electronic voices accusing Sindora of her crimes and the Ark Organization of their relentless pursuit.
Conan was unable to sort out his chaotic thoughts for the time being, but there was a more pressing problem that needed to be solved.
He looked helplessly at "Mushroom" squatting in the corner of the venue and shook his head: "Brother Heimen, are you done yet? If this continues, the police will clear the place out!"
"Haha..." Kuromon Haruya turned her head, grumbling softly like a woman in her boudoir, "So you do know I'm Kuromon Haruya, huh? Anyone who didn't would think I was Noah's Ark..."
Ran Mouri peeks in: "Conan, you still haven't appeased Kuromon?"
Not to mention Conan, even they didn't recognize that the Yoruichi Kuromon in the final game was actually Noah's Ark in disguise.
Throughout the game, "Black Gate Night," who interacted with them, was always Noah's Ark, while he himself fell asleep.
No wonder Kuromon was so disappointed!
"I didn't expect you to be such an admirer of Sherlock Holmes." Conan forced a smile and stepped forward, patting him on the shoulder to comfort him. "Sonoko said she's going to spend money to commission Moriarty merchandise. Why don't you ask her for some freebies to console yourself?"
Moriarty?
That really hit a nerve; Kuromon Haruya's expression, which had been trying to calm down, immediately darkened several shades.
"Heh, it's no use trying to persuade me. Moriarty? From today onwards, Moriarty is the character I hate the most! I hate him the most."
As the boss of a prestigious organization, if he gets carried away with the protagonist vs. antagonist showdown and suddenly decides to self-destruct, he, Kuromon Haruya, would never admit it.
The problem is, if it had succeeded and exploded, that would have been fine; at most, we could have skipped a few planning stages... but how can we admit to making a mistake like this!
Kuromon Yōya gets goosebumps every time he thinks about it, wishing he could blow up all the eyewitnesses with a missile!
Conan scratched the back of his head and denied it carelessly: "No, I didn't come here to advise you."
He would be more willing to care if it were Ran, but Kuromon is already a mature adult, so let him deal with this little thing on his own.
Boom!
"Ouch!" Conan clutched his head.
What's wrong with this stinky old man now? He hit someone so hard!
As the iron fist of punishment slammed down, Kogoro Mori rolled up his sleeves in annoyance: "You brat, it took you forever to call someone. Kuromon, come here for a second, I need to talk to you about something."
"Okay."
Kuromon Haruya's expressions change as easily as turning the pages of a book; one second she's childishly resentful, the next she stands up with a mature and reliable look.
He seemed completely unconcerned about his past experiences.
So Conan let him go along without any worries, while he stood there deep in thought about the clues to Noah's Ark.
Following the silent Kogoro Mouri, they arrived at a borrowed meeting room, where Yusaku Kudo was already waiting, quite surprised by his old classmate's unusual seriousness.
"Kogoro, is there something you need to tell us?"
Kogoro Mouri didn't speak, but instead took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one, and tucked it behind his ear: "Do you guys smoke?"
Kudo Yusaku took one, and Kuromon Haruya hesitated for a moment before accepting it but not lighting it. A moment later, the reception room was filled with smoke.
“I also hope that I’m not looking for you for anything important, but as a father, I have to think about my children.”
With his hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips, Kogoro Mouri leaned against the window frame, his eyes suddenly sharpening: "Then I'll be blunt! Shinichi Kudo has been staying in my house for so long, hasn't he finished dealing with his troublesome affairs yet?"
"The Great Detective Yusaku Kudo."
Yusaku Kudo: !
"Feel sorry."
He unconsciously tightened his grip on the filter, squeezing it flat: "In the end, I couldn't hide it from you, Kogoro."
"It was unbelievable that an adult could turn into a child and become young again. It took me a long time to process this. I didn't feel like drinking for several nights in a row. Xiaolan found it strange."
Out of consideration for his old classmate's son, I decided to protect him for a while, and also kept a close eye on things. Guess what happened? I discovered that quite a few people knew about this—Professor Agasa, Kuromon, and even that detective kid from Osaka!
Kogoro Mouri laughed in anger, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips: "Only Ran and I were kept in the dark."
Silently adjusting his glasses, Yusaku Kudo patted his suit and unexpectedly bowed deeply to Kogoro Mouri on the spot: "Before explaining, please allow me to express my apologies."
This was indeed something that the couple did in a rather unethical manner.
Shinichi Kudo is involved with a massive and ruthless organization. If his identity is questioned, he, and even those around him who have come into contact with him, could be implicated and retaliated against. The Mori family, who took him in for a long time, would be the first to be affected.
Shinichi's fait accompli was not an excuse. He was an impulsive minor, but having witnessed the various sordid and dark aspects of the international community, he treated the Kudo couple differently!
If they wanted, the couple had all sorts of ways to justify taking him away instead of letting him interfere in cases at the Maori office.
Concealing the truth and putting others at risk, only clarifying it after it's discovered—it wouldn't be unreasonable for the two families to become bitter enemies because of this. What's so bad about Kogoro Mouri hitting Conan? He's actually quite mild-mannered not to punch his dad so hard he's crawling on the floor!
"Humph!"
Anyone can put on a show of politeness, but Kogoro Mouri isn't buying it: "If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I, Kogoro Mouri, will never let the Kudo family off the hook!"
As he spoke, he glared at Kuromon Haruya with annoyance: "You little brat, don't think you can get away with it just by helping Ran!"
Seeing this, Kudo Yusaku knew it was finally time to confess everything, and he sighed deeply: "My wife and I hesitated for a while about how to reveal this matter. The implications are too deep; even with our connections, we can't fathom the depths of the water..."
As the two fathers discussed the fragments left behind by the organization with serious, amazed, or solemn expressions.
Kuromon Haruya calmly leaned back in the main seat of the sofa, took out a cigarette lighter engraved with the family crest of "Crow in an Egg" from his pocket, slowly removed the cigarette filter, and pressed to heat it.
The sizzling heat ignited the tobacco, sparks flickering. Amidst the chorus of debate and argument, the grayish-white smoke rose slowly like a veil, perfectly obscuring his expression as he witnessed the moment.
Just as an organization emerges from the unknown and ventures into the unknown torrent.