books44 Chapter 296 To buy some bad movies at the DVD store
Chapter 296 To buy some bad movies at the DVD store
'No, I think it's just feeling unlucky, right?'
Kuromon Haruya, clutching the former shopkeeper's relic, waved his hand and handed it back: "There's no time like the present, I'll cover everyone else's expenses today!"
"Okay. But there are a total of 7 discs to rent this time, and you only have 3 rental slots left..."
"Then let's give it to the next customer who's paying!"
What a joke! I, Kuromon Haruya, watch bad movies just to kill time. If I accepted this coupon, wouldn't that make me seem like I have really bad taste?
Having finally gotten over the little incident at the DVD store, and handing the lead to Hanze, Kuromon Haruya slowed down and began to ponder the content of this prophecy.
First, there's the unusual way this prophecy manifested. Up to now, Kuromon Haruya has been correcting her prophetic dreams roughly twice a year, according to the prophetic dream correction plan. Yes, the key is the "dream."
Such temporary flashbacks are rare, occurring only seven times in total, with this particular reaction being especially intense. To emphasize the theme of "red," the Elixir of Immortality was almost temporarily rendered ineffective.
"The last time I saw a flashback was five or six years ago, and it was also the same time," my pupils shifted, fixing on the thoughtful face of the blond policeman beside me, "that was when Bourbon officially joined the force and first came into my view."
The segment of the sixth prophecy was far from pleasant:
After the existence of the Elixir of Immortality was unexpectedly exposed, the concepts of good and evil lost their meaning, and the organization faced a joint attack from countries around the world.
Rum was captured due to his arrogance and was eventually tortured to death in the interrogation room; during the escape, Gin and Vermouth were dissolved by the leaked 'silver bullet' replicas; and in the end, even the boss could not escape death, his body was forever bound in a secluded underground laboratory, where he was endlessly sliced, experimented on, and studied.
Only Bourbon, the pawn originally abandoned by the Public Security Bureau, survived by faking his death. He found the morgue where materials were displayed at the base headquarters, where he encountered a kind alchemist who "possessed a lost resurrection technique and was accidentally turned into a crow." He became the organization's successor boss and carried out revenge in place of his original self.
But it cannot be denied that dissecting the facts of the two children's deaths...
—This future is very, very interesting, isn't it?
"By the way, why don't we just let Bourbon be the last boss to take the blame!"
As if being poised by a ferocious beast, Amuro Tooru shivered inexplicably and looked up warily.
Kuromon Haruya turned to the side, the back of her hand close to his forehead, a sweet and gentle concern escaping from her lips:
[Zero-kun, don't push yourself if you're not feeling well~]
As expected, Amuro gritted his teeth and forced a smile despite knowing the situation was wrong: "It's nothing, I just have a bit of an upset stomach."
Don't try to tough it out; go to the clinic immediately if you have any problems. I'll be waiting for you.
"Hmm." Amuro Tooru lowered his head. "You don't need to worry, Elena."
"Elena?"
He stopped in his tracks, his deep, dark green pupils as captivating as black holes.
Amuro Tooru's breath hitched. In his dazed state, he actually uttered that name!
After that parent-teacher conference, did Haruya Kuromon discuss family relationships with Shiho Miyano? Had he already sensed something?
For a moment, Amuro Tooru felt a pang of regret for his greed in gathering intelligence while ill. Forget about gaining trust, he couldn't even maintain his own protective shell!
...Does this mean I really need to see a psychologist? But where can I go, and who can I turn to?
"for you."
The shocking title "Sherlock Holmes vs. Dinosaurs" rushed into his field of vision, forcing his attention back to reality.
Haruya Kuromon casually recommends the disc, flicking his fingertips:
"You've been staring at my bag ever since you left the store. You must be really interested in Erin Adler's scenes in this movie, right? We're friends now, so it's okay if you borrow it to enjoy it."
Amuro Tooru almost thought he hadn't noticed, until he heard a caring whisper in his ear and a candy wrapper appeared in his hand:
"It's better to talk to someone about your troubles than to keep them inside."
“Mr. Kuromon…” Amuro Tooru smiled bitterly, but felt much better inside.
Logically, Haruya Kuromon's care and consideration should have been touching, but...
The boss himself didn't give Amuro Tooru a chance to continue expressing his complicated emotions, and directly picked up the disc and began to recount it in detail!
"Hey, listen to me, the most exciting part of this movie is when Sherlock Holmes takes to the skies over London in a hot air balloon for a thrilling aerial battle with flying dinosaurs..."
Forced by the subconscious information-gathering ability of intelligence agents, Amuro Tooru's mind automatically conjures up related images even when he tries to ignore the plot.
In an instant, everything about Elena Miyano and mental instability seemed insignificant compared to the plot of this terrible movie that defied human comprehension—like an artist glimpsing the lineup of ancient gods sleeping in the deep sea!
Compared to those directors and screenwriters across the ocean who seem to have taken some kind of spiking, Bourbon suddenly felt that he was actually quite healthy.
Despite his furrowed brow and his mind being as disoriented as if he had ingested hallucinogenic fungi, Amuro Tooru had to admit that under this strange experience of being exposed to the strong alkalinity of bad movies, the loopholes in his emotions were slowly healing themselves.
Under the influence of the "fight poison with poison" therapy, he reluctantly chose to tolerate Kuromon Haruya's use of poison.
—And this became the decision he regretted most after allying with Butber.
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Walking ahead, limping, Fan Ze turned around and sighed to Asagi:
"How terrifying, Bourbon. To gather intelligence, he actually endured listening to Mr. Black Gate explain terrible movies!"
Asahi reluctantly admitted, "In this respect, we have lost fair and square."
Even those who had shared life and death with Kuromon Haruya were unwilling to attend! It wasn't a lack of patience, but rather that it was too much of a reshaping of logic!
......
The second stop on the tour, suggested by Haruya Kuromon, was the landmark Tokyo Tower.
"Everyone, get into the screening room! The entrance to Tokyo Tower is already full of eight eggs!"
The menacing thug held up the button, stood in the center of the glass observation deck, and laughed wildly!
Squeezed into the sardine-can-like crowd, Kuromon Haruya overheard whispers around him:
"How many times has this happened this week?"
"It seems to be the third time, one more than the average."
"But I have to say, the bomber really gives you a great sense of security! As a hostage, you don't have to worry about being suddenly killed one day!"
"Hey, don't talk nonsense! Have you forgotten the huge casualties from the Izu Hotel hostage crisis?!"
"Isn't that outside of Beika Town?"
"Hiss...that makes sense."
As the perpetrator, sculpting eggs, recounted his crimes in the style of an old woman from the village entrance, beginning with the creation of the world by Pangu, the townspeople of Mihua, accustomed to such tales, calmly and methodically poured into the screening room.
Aside from the F4, whose looks and charisma are all outstanding... wait?
Where is Mr. Kuromon?
Fanze Zhenren, protecting his elderly mother, looked around and spotted a familiar figure next to the main controller in the corner of the projection room.
Supported by his elderly mother, he cautiously approached Kuromon Yoya: "Mr. Kuromon, do you have a plan?"
"Do not."
He firmly denied it, pointing to the citizens sitting orderly in their seats as hostages, and then gesturing to the two other people who had disappeared: "I believe in their abilities, so..."
He pulled the disc from the plastic bag, his eyes gleaming, and a barely suppressed smile played on his lips.
"Now that things have come to this, in order to appease the public, how about we watch some movies first?"