books44 Chapter 260 One man's poison is another man's honey [Please rate this post!!]
Chapter 260 One man's poison is another man's honey [Please rate this post!!]
Oh, it was Bourbon, acting all sneaky.
Kuromon Haruya chuckled lightly and put the soft blade from the pocket compartment back in its place.
I almost thought I'd run into some scumbag lurking in the shadows, breathing excitedly on minors, or some kid stalker lurking near the school trying to abduct children. My murderous intent just crept out of my head!
Ever since the incident where "Sharon lost his younger brother after school, causing Gin to get into the wrong kidnapper's car," Kuromon Haruya has become extremely concerned about this aspect.
Despite not knowing what had happened, Amuro Tooru felt as if he were being seen through a scumbag, and quickly explained:
"I saw quite a few children here, and I was wondering if they needed any help. I didn't expect you to be so professional, Mr. Kuromon. Some of the things you said were truly enlightening!"
"Haha, Mr. Amuro, you flatter me."
The two adults exchanged a few simple pleasantries before falling silent.
"..."
Thanks to the inexplicable apprenticeship agreement that took place that night, Amuro Tooru and Kuromon Haruya's relationship is not exactly close, but they have become somewhat familiar to each other.
During the time he spent with Poirot, his understanding of Kurokawa Haruya became much more comprehensive compared to their first meeting...
It's even blurrier now!
Based on daily interactions, it's really hard to imagine that Kuromon Haruya is one of the organization's codenamed members.
Imagine if you walked into a familiar coffee shop and saw a young man with frizzy hair eating a children's sandwich, nodding repeatedly, slowly sinking off to sleep on the counter, drooling. Would you think he was a professional killer?
Aside from occasionally going out to film commissions with her part-time assistant, Hanzawa, Kuromon Haruya's daily routine consists of making extra dishes, either to send to the Mouri Detective Agency or to bring to Poirot at night.
To make it easier for the three young men and Uncle Maori to drink, they heard from Vienna that there seemed to be plans to expand the nighttime bar business.
In short, there are many suspicious points about him, but his character is beyond reproach.
Walking naturally to Amuro Tooru's side, Kuromon Haruya looked on with a gossipy expression, covering her mouth with a smile: "Speaking of which, Mr. Amuro, how far have things progressed between you and Ms. Azusa lately~"
Considering that Aoyama seemed to have hinted at a romantic relationship between the two in the original work, Kuromon Haruya still needed to ensure that nothing went wrong.
Love makes people blind, guides the lost, and opens up new hope.
But this is not a reason to allow the program schedule to be disrupted.
Next, Bourbon's two most cherished childhood friends will reunite, but what if his soulmate suddenly appears halfway through and makes him forget his companions...?
hiss!
Thinking about it this way, Yoya Kuromon suddenly had a new inspiration: a long-standing friendship was betrayed by fate, one person enjoyed the happiness of redemption, while the other struggled and devoted himself silently in the darkness, and was finally abandoned like a worn-out shoe.
Hmm, this plot sounds pretty good!
Especially if Amuro Tooru has a woman he fancys, he can add a scene of lovers being separated by life and death.
Amuro Tooru felt a sudden chill and looked warily at Kuromon Haruya, whose clear, excited eyes didn't seem feigned.
"Mr. Kuromon, please stop teasing me. Ms. Azusa and I are very satisfied with our current working relationship and have no such thoughts!"
"All right..."
A disappointed voice drifted over, but before it could even settle down, the other person eagerly threw out another topic: "By the way! Mr. Amuro, would you like to try out the love divination I just learned? I haven't done it for anyone yet, but this method is very effective!"
"what?"
Are you a gossipy high school girl who hasn't graduated yet? Amuro Tooru thought to himself suspiciously.
As a police officer with a materialistic and idealistic view of racing, he naturally believed in the science of science! But!
[The professional ethics of a qualified intelligence officer, part one: In order to quickly gain the favor of the mission target, even if you are not interested, you must speak to people in a human way and to ghosts in a ghost way.]
"Hey! Mr. Kuromon, you can even do fortune telling!"
Amuro Tooru subtly raised his eyebrows, leaned forward, reduced his blinking, and raised his voice. Micro-expressions—an essential skill for disguising oneself: "I've always been somewhat interested in fortune-telling, but I've never tried it before, so I'm counting on you!"
Kuromon Haruya clutched the candy bag, suppressing a laugh, and tilted her head in confusion: "That's strange, there are very few adult men interested in love divination."
Toru Amuro: "...Ahaha."
Kuromon Haruya is indeed a good person, but occasionally he says things that hurt others.
Having teased him enough, Kuromon Haruya hasn't gotten the red team's gold yet, and knows not to go all out at once.
He took three candies out of the paper bag, clasped his hands together, shook his palms, and closed his eyes reverently.
The chanting was interspersed with strange melodies, creating a mysterious and ancient atmosphere that left Amuro feeling both awe and awe.
"The sun shines brightly, the flowers smile at me, the birds chirp 'Good morning, good morning,' why are you carrying a bomb on your back?"
As the song ended, Kuromon Haruya suddenly opened his eyes, spread his arms, and three candies tumbled and rolled in the vortex of fate before falling to the ground with a clatter, raising a cloud of dust.
This was repeated six times. Under the solemn sense of ritual, Amuro Tooru actually felt a moment of tension.
Under his gaze, Kuromon Haruya let out a long sigh of relief and patted his shoulders with satisfaction: "Congratulations, Mr. Amuro! I've divined good fortune!"
The omen tells me that in the coming days, you will regain contact with someone you've long cherished, and unexpectedly reunite with an important friend or relative you missed in childhood, and from then on, you will fight alongside them!
Kuromon Haruya adjusted his glasses and congratulated him with a smile: "That's wonderful!"
“The person I’ve been thinking about for so long…” Amuro Tooru murmured to himself, his eyes wide.
A pure, untouched white coat flashed through my memory, and through the dark door and the gentle, verdant green eyes of the "angel," the figure that had settled in my memory gradually became clear.
A spring breeze blows by, and just like before, that beautiful figure's hair sways gracefully in the wind, like a warm and gentle light shining into the cold winter, making people linger.
“That’s right!” Kuromon Haruya pulled a liqueur-filled chocolate from her bag, clenched her fist, and cheered. “It’s so great to be able to reunite with someone important!”
Watching Amuro Tooru reveal a hint of budding romance, Kuromon Haruya couldn't help but touch his own heart, which was pounding with emotion, feeling the resonance of his heartbeat.
'My dear Elena, you traitor who once walked alongside me and then betrayed me.'
Even though your soul has vanished, this body, this heart, still grieves for you through the memories you left me.
Endless regret and pain churned within her in the personality simulation; she wailed, wept, and even screamed for mercy, for the suffering her loved ones were about to endure, and for the despair she felt powerless to change anything.
This was true when Sera Mary was captured, on the day Miyano Akemi was killed, and on the day Sherry cried out.
The souls of ordinary humans are utterly vulnerable before the narrators of higher realms, and Elena Miyano's will and personality were of course unable to shake Haruka Kuromon for even a moment.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t evoke those emotions and actively empathize with them.
At this moment, fragmented personalities and memories churn within my heart, collapsing into pieces, only to be pieced back together again.
The unspeakable sorrow was like an endless wave, crashing violently against the heart through the synchronization.
And Kuromon Haruya regarding this
Sweet as sweet.