books44 第286章 ＼0＼0 我对大哥，忠！诚！＼0＼0
第286章 ＼0＼0 我对大哥，忠！诚！＼0＼0
How did things turn out like this...?
As Kuromon Haruya habitually turned his head to try and recall something, the rough edge of the iron collar around his neck pinched his flesh, causing him to gasp.
"Hahahaha! How do you remember me, Kuromon Haruya, no, the famous rising star in the photography world, Kuroba-sensei!"
Ryuichi Yanase poured out all the gasoline in his hand. Inside the warehouse filled with haystacks, the gasoline connected the flammable materials into a circle, surrounding the young man who was tied to the chair.
Ryuichi Yanase stepped forward, turned on the flash, and took several close-up photos of him who couldn't open his eyes: "You would never imagine that one day you would become the subject of a photo shoot!"
'No, it was entirely expected.' Kuromon Haruya wanted to refute on the spot, but refrained for the time being due to the plan.
This failed fishing scheme can be traced back to the accident that happened the night before last.
When he drove Conan and Mori to the apartment building where Nakai lived, thick black smoke was already billowing from his window.
Running against the current towards the refugees, the three of them soon arrived at the entrance of Nakai's apartment building.
The scorching flames distorted the air, and even a single breath caused a razor-sharp pain in the trachea.
Seeing this, Kuromon Haruya immediately ordered Conan to evacuate, grabbed a powder fire extinguisher, and, ignoring Kogoro Mouri's attempts to stop him, broke through the window and prepared to rush in.
But it was too late. When he rushed in, Nakai, who was engulfed in flames, could no longer endure the torment and broke through the glass of his own balcony, jumping directly off.
"The flames squeezed and swirled as oxygen rushed in, leaving only red and black colors in the sky. In his last moments, Mr. Akira Nakai stretched out his charred fingers, like Icarus of the setting sun, to touch the sky one last time."
Today, we have lost him forever, yet we witness his rebirth from the ashes, a moment that marks a milestone in the history of fire photography...
As reports of the incident made headlines, this on-site photo provided by rescuer 'Teacher Kuroba' instantly went viral and quickly spread across various photography forums.
In a secluded corner unknown to anyone, Ryuichi Yanase, holding his meticulously filmed "masterpiece," was rejected by all the major newspapers.
The rest of the story is quite simple: deeply hurt, Yanase decides to take direct action against Haruya Kuromon.
When they visited him and arranged to meet him, they took the opportunity to use anesthesia and moved him to this carefully selected dilapidated warehouse.
The only thing that surprised Kuromon Haruya was... Yanase, being Japanese, seemed to have an unusually strong talent for rope bondage!
He lowered his head, looked at his disheveled appearance, and sighed with mixed feelings.
The rope wrapped around his chest, creating several creases in his shirt. His collar opened slightly from the struggle, revealing a section of his snow-white collarbone.
Yanase was clearly a novice; the evidence was that the direction of his rope was completely haphazard.
The binding is only moderately tight; Kuromon Haruya can break free with just a little effort, but the level of inappropriateness for children is excellent.
In the center of the warehouse, he leaned against a cheap white plastic chair. His hands were bound behind his back with rough hemp rope, the knots digging deep into his wrists, causing his skin to turn red with the slightest movement.
His legs were also separated and bound to the chair legs on both sides, his knees were forced to bend slightly, and the tight suit pants outlined his long leg lines.
To ensure he couldn't break free, Yanase haphazardly wrapped the rope around his legs several more times, from the base of his thighs all the way to his ankles, leaving deep indentations on his trousers.
…But to be honest, it was quite novel to be bound by ropes for the first time.
Ahem! This was just a novel and approachable experiment, and Kuromon Haruya was absolutely certain that she had no related inclinations whatsoever!
"What's wrong? Are you too scared to speak?"
Seeing that Yoruichi Kuromon remained silent for a long time without answering, Ryuichi Yanase stepped forward, turned his chin, and threw a file folder full of photos at him.
"Speak up! Didn't you want to team up with Nakai to suppress me?!"
The sharp edges of the photo drew a line of blood across the skin.
"So, you admit that you are the murderer of Nakai? Is there any significance to choosing this location?"
Kuromon Haruya raised an eyebrow and asked calmly:
"Don't blame me for not warning you. With two photographers who clashed with you dying in quick succession, and me still bound, the police will definitely investigate you."
Even though their circumstances had changed, his tolerant, condescending gaze still made one's veins bulge with anger.
"Ah!"
Yanase adjusted the camera, pulled a sharp dagger from his pocket, took out the confiscated cell phone, and sneered coldly:
"Idiot, this is what you need to consider! Either tell me your phone unlock code, or accept my..."
"."
"...Interrogation. What did you say?"
Seeing his incredulous expression, Kuromon Haruya patiently repeated:
"My phone unlock password is, which means I love Belgin. You're welcome."
Belchior? What kind of wine is that?
His cooperation only made Yanase suspicious: "Tell me! Is this the emergency help number or button you set up?"
"No way! People need to maintain basic trust with each other. Besides, do phones these days really have that many functions?"
With a try-it-out mentality, Yanase entered the password as instructed, and surprisingly, it actually unlocked!
Beep!
The moment the phone was unlocked, a highlighted text message popped up on the screen, startling Yanase!
[GIN: You have one minute to report back.]
Upon hearing the familiar notification sound, Kuromon Haruya excitedly twisted his body and peeked out:
"So, so, whose message is it? Does it matter? Do you want me to teach you how to reply?"
"none of your business!"
Yanase roared, spitting everywhere, but fortunately he didn't run into Kuromon Haruya.
He picked up his phone, spent several seconds exiting the inexplicably foreign language input method, ignored the strange symbols in the notes, and typed a reply while pondering:
Judging from this person's imperious tone, he must be Kuroba's boss, probably the bald president type with a bad temper!
That's settled then!
[bb: I'm so sorry! I suddenly developed appendicitis today and I might need surgery in the hospital soon. I'm really sorry I couldn't communicate with you in time!]
Gin:?
Who? Appendicitis? Butbel?
Vodka, carrying a stack of difficult task lists, slammed them down on the table with a thud, and chuckled with satisfaction:
"It's good that Butber is short of points! All the troubles I didn't want to deal with before can be dumped on him! Bro, how's his progress?...Bro?"
On second thought, looking at the extremely unfamiliar grammar and excuses on the screen, Gin knew that Kuromon Haruya's phone was most likely in someone else's hands.
He took a bottle of anise liqueur from the freezer, poured it into a glass with one hand, and took a small sip:
"Vodka, immediately change the system notification to change the language of the camera access request to encrypted Italian."
"Huh? Ah, okay!" Vodka paused for a few seconds, then immediately opened his laptop and began modifying the UI and characters.
A mere front-end modification? Vodka can handle that with ease!
In less than half a minute, Vodka had finished his brother's instructions: "Brother, I've done it!"
Gin sent out the pre-typed text, which was easy for ordinary people to understand, and submitted the application.
"If Butber might leak information about the organization, deduct another ten thousand from his pay."
[GIN: Received this electronic protocol. Hurry up, don't force me to make a call now.]
*Beep* Along with the message, a pop-up window appears on the screen: [Prompt: The other party requests you to open &*￥%, do you agree? Yes/No]
"Ok?"
Yanase stared at a bunch of gibberish on the screen, and subconsciously looked to Kuromon Haruya for help.
Haruya Kuromon: ^_^
"What's wrong, Mr. Yanase?"
After a moment's hesitation, between consulting this cunning colleague and casually pressing the button, Yanase resolutely chose the latter!
'Anyway, I'm approving the application. Even if Kuroba gets tricked and gets into trouble, it's just icing on the cake!'
[Message: Receiving...]
With permission obtained to access the remote camera, and under Vodka's control, the phone's front and rear cameras were secretly activated:
On one side is a strange adult male facing the camera, and on the other side is a man tied to a chair, playing with Ace's affections...
Kuromon Haruya?!
Vodka's hand trembled, nearly dropping the notebook: "Brother! Butbel—he's seducing everyone except you! He's disloyal!"
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Here's a concept I've had in mind for a while, but haven't been able to find the time to release:
Vodka was actually an undercover agent sent by the Soviet Union to provide personnel during the organization's cooperation with the Soviet Union.
During a particular period, the Soviet government contacted the organization through underground channels in order to develop a biological radiation protection technology.
After the transaction was completed, Kuromon Haruya heard that the KGB had a special agent called "Raven". Due to his collecting hobby, he made an additional request: to send a "Raven" to infiltrate the organization.
So, they sent over a bottle of wide-bottle vodka in protest (laughs).
Mini Science Tip:
[Raven] were male KGB agents who used honey traps to manipulate foreign women emotionally and steal intelligence. Their existence revealed the dark side of espionage during the Cold War and remains a classic tactic in intelligence warfare to this day.