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Chapter 290 Mom's Attack!
Kuromon Haruya could barely suppress his smile. Of course, he didn't need to. He just needed to lower his eyebrows and fill his empty eyes with concern, and a humble and gentle demeanor like that of a priest would naturally arise.
Ah~ look at this pitiful state~
Isn't this the legendary honorary eldest son of the Miyano family that our dear Dr. Elena occasionally thinks about?
This sudden appearance may seem premeditated, but to maintain his credibility, Kuromon Haruya wants to clarify here that he really just happened to catch a glimpse of the distraught Bourbon on his way back from grocery shopping!
Unlike his usual and organizational persona, Amuro Tooru's gait was sluggish and listless, and his mental instability was obvious even to passersby. This was an extremely dangerous sign for a professional undercover agent; if he couldn't maintain his principles and inner stance amidst the struggle between good and evil, he would ultimately be torn to shreds.
Kuromon Haruya hadn't forgotten the deal he'd casually proposed to Sugrid earlier; now it seemed the latter's concern for his childhood friend had backfired.
Therefore, as a considerate and approachable leader who advocates family-run businesses, Yoruichi Kuromon felt it was necessary to personally step in to appease the people.
I definitely don't want to handle it myself.
Seeing Bourbon tremble violently like a startled sparrow, he switched back to his own voice from Elena's and repeated, "Mr. Amuro, are you really alright?"
Was that sound just my imagination? Amuro Tooru clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve, smiling sheepishly.
"Sorry, I was thinking about the horror movie I watched last night and it scared me."
What a lame excuse. His expression just now clearly showed astonishment, like "a dead man is talking!"
"Is that so?" Kuromon Haruya smiled, seemingly accepting the explanation, and began to make small talk, "How's your cold? The manager told me you suddenly caught a bad cold and had to take a week off. The regular customers were quite worried!"
This statement is not untrue. The sudden disappearance of the "King of Part-Time Workers," who darted through the streets and alleys, working 20 hours a day, from the shopping district is like the disappearance of a murder case in Beika Town, or the Suzuki Group's lack of construction plans.
Thanks to his last-minute leave, many shops in the commercial street had insufficient delivery capacity, reducing their takeout orders. This forced Kuromon Haruya to put down his game controller and go out to buy groceries.
"I'm almost fully recovered and will be able to return tomorrow."
"That's great!! I'll text everyone right away!"
Amuro Tooru: ? Is it necessary?
But seeing the young man clenching his fist in excitement, his whole demeanor brightening with a cheerful and sunny disposition, Amuro Tooru felt a strange warmth welling up in his otherwise gloomy heart. It had been a long time since anyone had been so happy for his health; he hadn't expected Kuromon Haruya to care about him so much...
No, no, no! This could also be a trick by the other party to deliberately get close!
"correct!"
Ignoring his conflicted expression, Kuromon Haruya seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly raised his right hand, waving the plastic shopping bag with the 'Beihana Supermarket' logo with great enthusiasm.
"Mr. Amuro, would you like to come to my house for lunch?"
"Lunch?" Amuro Tooru looked at the park clock; there was still a long time before lunch.
"Hmm! I happen to have a dish I want to make, and there are plenty of ingredients, definitely enough for everyone."
Kuromon Haruya raised her hand, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and leaned down to gently invite, "Then, Mr. Amuro, are you free today?"
Amuro Tooru did not respond immediately, but lowered his eyes in thought.
Entering the private residence of a suspected member of the organization while unarmed and in poor condition is fraught with challenge and danger, requiring thorough preparation. However...
Because the information was still uncertain, Amuro Tooru did not transmit the information that "Sherry shrunk and Kuromon Haruya is her cousin" to Kazami during the last contact, but that does not mean that he did not value this route.
No, rather, Amuro Tooru had a premonition that Kuromon Haruya's side might be an important angle for him to penetrate the depths of the organization.
In their previous attempts to get close, Kuromon Yōya had shown no inclination to befriend him. If Amuro Tooru rejected his initiative this time and missed this crucial opportunity to gather intelligence, he would never forgive himself.
Having made up his mind and prepared for the worst, Amuro Tohru nodded with a death-defying air: "Alright, then I'll bother you."
Haruya Kuromon: ^_^
Bourbon, you're so easy to kidnap.
......
The melodious strains of Bach's Goldberg Variations flowed from the pointer of the record player, mingling with the sizzling sounds of pans and spatulas frying food, filling the room.
Holding a cup of freshly brewed fine black tea, Amuro Tooru sat on the sofa and looked around the room.
'I never expected Haruya Kuromon's room to have such a warm and lived-in feel.'
Most of the furniture showed obvious signs of use; the only brand-new item was the enormous bookshelf against the wall. Almost half the space was occupied by Sharon Vineyard and Chris Vineyard records, posters, and related merchandise.
Amuro Tooru angrily looked away. He'd seen Vermouth's face enough during missions; seeing it in everyday life was just irritating.
Vermouth's true identity is no secret to the codenamed members of both departments. If Haruya Kuromon is indeed Butbell, he should know it.
Aside from Calvados, a well-known follower, it's hard to imagine anyone knowingly becoming a fan of that willful and irresponsible colleague.
In addition, there were all sorts of books, cameras, game cartridges...
'There are quite a few game cartridges, and most of them have been opened. They seem more like a college student who hasn't graduated yet.'
Thanks to his experience working in a game cartridge store, Amuro Tooru can easily distinguish several expensive limited deluxe editions.
Ding Dong!
The doorbell rang outside.
Haruya Kuromon peeked out from the kitchen: "Mr. Amuro—could you open the door for me? I'm a bit busy and can't open it."
"Yeah, no problem."
Amuro Tooru opened the door, and standing outside was an ordinary, somewhat endearingly dowdy middle-aged woman. She wore a floral dress with a happy puppy print, and the green stems and leaves of carrots peeked out from the eco-friendly bag she was carrying. She smelled faintly of laundry detergent.
For some reason, this auntie gave Amuro Tooru a very familiar feeling... because she was so ordinary. Are there hundreds of ordinary housewives like her in Beika Town?
"Um, I'm so sorry."
The kind and friendly aunt put down the gifts she was carrying, bowed, and introduced herself:
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Kuromon's residence? I am the mother of Masato Hanzawa from next door. My child is not home, so I came to pay my respects first."