Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 110: Accidentally Becoming the Protagonist of a Comic Isn't a Good Thing (7K Chapter, Please Subscribe)

The man standing at the door was also wearing a bathrobe provided by the hotel, but the loose bathrobe could not hide his tall stature and the hidden ruthlessness.

Especially the coral-shaped bangs on the other person's forehead made Haruhiko recognize the person at a glance.

"Officer Shiratori?" Ran Mouri asked in surprise.

Others were also a little surprised that Shiratori Renzaburo appeared here.

After thanking the innkeeper, Shiratori Jinzaburo walked into the room.

After closing the wooden sliding door, the noise outside the corridor disappeared.

"I just saw Conan go to the bathroom, so I guessed that Mr. Maori must be there too, so I wanted to come over and visit." Shiratori looked at Sonoko, "I didn't expect you to be here too, Sonoko, and Kosaka-kun."

Haruhiko nodded politely.

Suzuki Sonoko seemed to be very familiar with Shiratori: "How can I be absent from such a trip? By the way, are you here alone? Where are your uncle and aunt?"

Shiratori shook his head: "They haven't come yet. I came here to do some work and take a long vacation."

"Are you here for a date?" Sonoko said with a wicked smile.

Bai Niao seemed a little guilty and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Now that you're here, don't just stand there." Maori Kogoro said, "Brother Shiratori, can you drink? Sit down and have a few drinks with me."

"That's not good, won't it disturb you?" said the white bird.

Yuanzi also waved and said, "It's more lively when there are more people. Besides, our two families are old acquaintances. You almost got together with my sister back then."

"Don't mention that trivial matter anymore." Bai Niao smiled embarrassedly.

Shiratori Jinzaburo came and sat down next to Mori Kogoro.

Xiaolan asked the hotel owner to bring another set of bowls and chopsticks and wine glasses. Bai Niao filled them with beer and toasted everyone first.

After a brief introduction, Haruhiko found out that Officer Shiratori and Sonoko had known each other since childhood.

Although Officer Shiratori's family cannot compare to the Suzuki Group, it is also an old and powerful family. When he was young, he almost got together with Suzuki Ayako, but it seemed that it was nothing later.

With the temporary arrival of Detective Shiratori, the low table suddenly became crowded.

Everyone shifted their seats slightly to make room.

This also caused Suzuki Sonoko, who was already very close to Haruhiko, to get even closer.

Today, Sonoko was wearing a white yukata embroidered with beautiful navy blue patterns, and her soft brown short hair was emitting a pleasant smell of shampoo.

She must have taken a shower before dinner, her body was full of the scent of the shower, and she didn't wear a hairband. A strand of brown hair hung on her straight nose, adding a touch of sexiness.

It's a rare sight to see her looks at their best, Haruhiko sighed in his heart.

Perhaps because of Shiratori's arrival, Sonoko also changed to a more formal kneeling posture.

However, what made Haruhiko speechless was that as a young lady, her sitting posture was not even as good as Xiaolan's.

The two white calves were not completely pressed under the body, and it felt more like a duck sitting posture.

The loose hem of the yukata covers most of the calves, and the fair little feet are pressed on the tatami with the soles facing up. The pink and soft soles of the feet look so tempting that you want to pinch them.

Yuanzi also particularly likes to use her chopsticks to reach the dishes on the table that she can't reach.

Every time she stood up, she placed her little hands on Haruhiko's crossed knees for support. Haruhiko was really afraid that her hands on his legs would slip, leading to uncontrollable consequences.

Shiratori drank two glasses of wine, and her cheeks flushed a little: "You ordered puffer fish sashimi? Actually, this restaurant's puffer fish hot pot is also very good."

Xiaolan explained: "Yuanzi said that we should eat it on the night we leave."

Detective Shiratori smiled at Sonoko and said, "You're still like when you were little, you like to save the best food for last."

The smile on Suzuki Sonoko's face froze.

She glanced at Haruhiko nervously, and was relieved to find that Haruhiko had not misunderstood.

Then he said to Bai Niao, "I heard that your family found several blind dates for you, but you didn't agree. Do you have someone you like?"

Shiratori smiled mysteriously: "Keep it a secret for now. When I get her, I'll invite you and Ayako out for dinner."

"It's a deal." Sonoko smiled brightly, then stole a glance at Haruhiko's reaction and found that this guy had been fighting with the crab legs with his head down.

Didn't he notice the hint of ambiguity in Bai Niao's words just now?

She was also worried that Haruhiko would be unhappy if he heard it.

Yuanzi secretly resented himself in his heart, thinking that it seemed that he was really being too sentimental.

Sonoko looked at Haruhiko angrily, expressing her dissatisfaction with his lack of understanding of romance.

suddenly--

Haruhiko placed the whole crab leg meat he had dug out on a small plate and handed it to Sonoko: "Here, I dug it out with tools, there's no saliva on it."

Suzuki Sonoko was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head shyly.

The slight dissatisfaction that had risen in her heart disappeared all at once, and some scenes that she would not normally think of began to emerge in her mind.

Haruhiko noticed that Suzuki Sonoko didn't reach out to take it. Instead, she just stood there staring at the gap between the tatami mats. He asked in confusion, "Did you see the bug too?"

Yuanzi glared at him shyly and stretched out her hand: "Give it to me."

She reached out to the small plate in Haruhiko's hand.

Unexpectedly, I used too much force and my fingertips touched the back of Haruhiko's hand.

The garden is already in a "fragile" state.

The sudden stimulation made her body tremble subconsciously, and she almost dropped the small plate of crab meat on the ground because she didn't hold it firmly.

Fortunately, Haruhiko was quick-witted and grabbed the plate.

However, two small pieces of crab leg meat still slipped off the plate.

As luck would have it, it fell right on the white and tender soles of Suzuki Sonoko's feet.

Haruhiko reached out and picked it up without thinking.

During the process, his fingertips accidentally scratched the tender flesh on the soles of Suzuki Sonoko's feet.

Her feet were really soft, like the soft pads of a cat, and the soap residue made the skin surface particularly smooth.

But when Haruhiko picked up the crab meat, he was stunned.

It seemed a bit unhygienic to put it back on the plate directly, and Yuanzi's squinting eyes seemed to say "I'm going to turn against you if you dare to put it in here."

Haruhiko blinked innocently, looking at her and asking her what to do.
Yuanzi raised her chin slightly and pointed to the ashtray on the table.

Haruhiko understood immediately.

He was about to throw the crab meat into the ashtray.

Just then, an untimely voice sounded.

"Hey, you really don't know how to cherish food. Are you going to throw away such a big piece of crab meat?" Mouri Kogoro was drunk, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

Haruhiko immediately explained, "This piece of meat fell to the ground."

"What? I think it's quite clean. You little brats just haven't experienced poverty." Maori Kogoro held out his hand dissatisfiedly, "Give it to me, I'll use it as a snack."

Haruhiko turned to look at Sonoko, trying to see what she meant.

It turned out that Yuanzi was holding a crab claw in his hand, with a fierce expression on his face that said "If you dare to give it to him, I will break your legs."

Haruhiko blinked and looked at her asking what to do.

Yuanzi gently lifted the hair by her ear with her crab claws, meaning: You figure it out yourself.

Kogoro urged, "Hurry up, what are you doing standing there?"

At this time, everyone's puzzled eyes were focused on him. There was no way to throw it away, let alone give it to Uncle Maori.

Haruhiko was cruel.

He threw the two pieces of crab meat directly into his mouth, then picked up the drink on the table and swallowed it down as if it were medicine.

Maori Kogoro said with disdain: "Tsk, you really don't know how to enjoy yourself. Such an expensive crab should be savored carefully."

Haruhiko thought to himself, if I pretend to savor it carefully, Sonoko will think I'm a pervert, right?

Haruhiko suddenly thought of something else.

There seems to be something called "Nyotaimori" in Japan.

I don't know if this can be considered as him using Suzuki Sonoko's body to experience a mini version of female body sushi.

Seeing Haruhiko swallow the crab meat, everyone turned their puzzled eyes away from him.

Kogoro Mouri and Shiratori were drinking arm in arm, Ran Mouri was helping Conan peel shrimp, and Conan was watching the news on his mobile phone. Fortunately, no one noticed the crab meat falling before, so they just pretended nothing happened.

But at this moment, pain suddenly came from my arm.

Haruhiko looked down.

Suzuki Sonoko was poking his arm with her crab claws.

"What are you doing? There's nothing I can do, okay? Besides, I don't mind the dirt, so what are you afraid of?" Haruhiko complained in a low voice with an unhappy look on his face.

"You...you just drank my water, you bastard!" Sonoko's face was as red as a cooked crab claw.

Haruhiko looked down.

There was indeed a faint lip mark on the rim of the ceramic teacup.

Haruhiko's eyes widened: "Huh?"

...

Haruhiko didn't expect that in his panic he picked up the wrong cup, making Sonoko blush.

But he really didn't mean it.

He was so focused on how to process the crab meat that he didn't notice these details.

Fortunately, Yuanzi stopped after poking him a few times, perhaps because he was afraid that others would notice something was wrong.

However, Mao Lilan still noticed that something was wrong with Sonoko and asked, "Sonoko, why is your face so red?"

Sonoko waved her hands frantically, "Ah... maybe it's a little hot."

Mao Lilan frowned in confusion: "But isn't the window open?"

The wooden window frame was half-open, and gusts of sea breeze blew in from outside.

At this time, Shiratori suddenly interrupted: "By the way, Sonoko, there is a murderer who attacks women nearby recently. He specifically targets women with brown hair. You have to be careful."

Sonoko was worried about not having a chance to change the subject, so she immediately responded, "Um... I heard from Xiaolan, do you have any inside information?"

Shiratori shook his head: "I'm not here on official business, and I haven't contacted the police here."

"Is that so?" Sonoko nodded regretfully, then sighed, "I've really had a lot of bad luck. I was almost killed in a bombing on the train before I even got to Izu, and now I've encountered this kind of thing again..."

"Almost got blown to death?" Bai Niao took a sip of wine and asked curiously.

Sonoko recounted what had happened in the car, and of course she subconsciously portrayed Haruhiko as a hero who saved everyone.

Shiratori smiled at Haruhiko and said, "Kousaka-kun, are you really not considering joining the Metropolitan Police Department? With your fate of always encountering incidents, I'm sure your promotion speed will be astonishing."

"I don't want to have this kind of fate." Haruhiko smiled bitterly, "I almost got blown to death today."

"That's what a chosen one does. They always manage to turn danger into safety and climb up by stepping on the shoulders of their enemies." Shiratori raised his glass in the air. "Several seniors from the Metropolitan Police Department I've met have made it this way. I think you can do it too."

"Lend your auspicious words."

Haruhiko picked up his glass and clinked it with his own before downing the iced cola in one gulp.

By now, Sonoko had eaten all the crab meat that Haruhiko had peeled, and was savoring the taste with satisfaction.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she asked, "By the way, Brother Shiratori, when are you leaving? If you can make it in time, you can attend the opening ceremony of my Suzuki Building. There will be daughters from other consortiums there."

"I'm not interested in some rich girl." Shiratori put down his glass. "But I've saved up a lot of vacation time, so I should be able to make it until the opening of the Suzuki Building. To be honest, I'm also looking forward to what the so-called indestructible building will look like."

Haruhiko asked curiously, "Does your family have any business to open? Why haven't I heard you mention it?"

Sonoko said helplessly, "I just received a call from my mom on the Shinkansen, asking me to attend on behalf of the Suzuki family. No wonder she agreed without hesitation when I said I wanted to come to Izu.

Seriously, I'm here for vacation, but I have to help out as a mascot."

Sonoko seemed unhappy about having her vacation plans disrupted.

Haruhiko advised, "That's your family's business."

Sonoko's face fell. "But there are still many places I want to go. I may have to change my plans now."

Mao Lilan said sympathetically at this time: "Yuanzi, if it is convenient for you, let's go visit it too."

A look of joy appeared on Sonoko's face: "Really? But it seems quite boring there..."

Mao Lilan: "It would be nice to take a tour."

Yuanzi went over and hugged Xiaolan's arm, shaking her: "Lan, you are really so kind."

Xiaolan asked about the date, then said, "Dad is going to visit a former colleague, but Haruhiko-kun should come too?"

Sonoko looked at Haruhiko expectantly.

"Okay, it's nothing anyway." Haruhiko nodded in agreement.

Yuanzi smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Then the wooden sliding door was opened, and a young waitress came in carrying a large, gorgeous plate with sliced ​​puffer fish sashimi on it.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." The maid placed the puffer fish sashimi in the middle of the wooden table.

"It's really slow, but it looks really good. You are worthy of being an expert in puffer fish cooking nearby." Kogoro Mouri rubbed his hands.

"Enjoy your meal." The waitress smiled and backed out of the room.

Kogoro Mouri couldn't wait to pick up a piece of puffer fish, dipped it in mustard sauce and put it in his mouth: "Hmm, this is the taste, so great!" Others also picked up their chopsticks.

Haruhiko stretched out his hand to grab some soup, but was stopped by Suzuki Sonoko: "Your sleeves are about to fall into the soup."

It turned out that the sleeves of Haruhiko's yukata had loosened at some point.

Haruhiko pulled it casually and prepared to continue using his chopsticks.

Yuanzi put down her chopsticks, helped him roll up his sleeves, and complained softly, "Can you please not be so sloppy? I don't want to drink miso soup that smells like you."

Haruhiko grumbled quietly, "I just ate crab meat that smelled like you."

Sonoko blushed, tucked her fair feet under the hem of her yukata, and said in a stern tone, "What did you say?"

"I think this sashimi looks good and must be delicious." Haruhiko stretched out his chopsticks towards the sashimi again.

They spoke in low voices, which were diluted by the noise outside and the shouting of Maori Kogoro, so Shiratori Jinzaburo could not hear a word.

What Shiratori saw was that across the coffee table, Suzuki Sonoko was helping Haruhiko straighten his sleeves, but Haruhiko seemed a little unhappy.

Seeing this scene, Bai Niao was a little shocked.

Although he and Sonoko were not as close as childhood sweethearts, they had known each other since childhood and often met at various gatherings, so he had a general understanding of Suzuki Sonoko's temperament and character.

The fact that she took the initiative to do this shows that their relationship has made considerable progress.

At least it is definitely not an ordinary classmate relationship.

Also, isn't this kid a little too ungrateful?

After all, she is the second daughter of the Suzuki Group. As the heir to a semi-bankrupt exorcism agency, you should at least show the proper humility, right?

What does that unhappy expression mean?
Is it true that just because you are strong and talented, you can do whatever you want and break the shackles of the world?

Shiratori had never seen such a person before.

All the lucky ones he had seen who were chosen by wealthy families were subservient to the eldest daughter. How could they dare to be as unscrupulous as Haruhiko Kousaka?

But then Bai Niao thought again, this is actually a good idea.

At least this guy won't have any entanglement with Meiko.

No matter how powerful this guy is, he can't stick with Suzuki Sonoko here and hook up with Miwako there, right?
It would be made into a concrete pillar and sunk into Tokyo Bay.

Shiratori couldn't help but smile. He felt that going back would probably help lower Kousaka Haruhiko's threat level on the list of love rivals.

That’s right, Shiratori Jinzaburo really did have a small notebook in which he marked down Sato Miwako’s potential love rivals.

Before the appearance of Haruhiko Kousaka, Takagi Wataru had always been the number one threat as Sato Miwako's partner.

However, after Haruhiko and Sato Miwako experienced several incidents.

Coupled with the extraordinary talent and potential he has demonstrated, Shiratori has raised his threat level to the same level as Takagi Wataru.

Take a look now.

It seems like we can lower this guy's threat level.

Now that there was one less threat, Shiratori felt a little happy.

He smiled and raised his glass to Haruhiko.

Haruhiko also responded to Shiratori with the cola in his cup.

The clash of wine glasses made a crisp and pleasant sound.

The two smiled at each other, and their relationship seemed to have become much closer.

But if Shiratori knew that in the afternoon on the Shinkansen, not only was Haruhiko unable to get up from his pillow on Sato Miwako's chest muscles, but Sato Miwako and Sonoko almost had a Shura Field incident.

Maybe he would overturn the table, draw his sword and duel with Haruhiko.

...

At the same time, Sato Masao came to a remote street on the coast of Izu.

He got off the subway one stop early.

I walked around a few more times and only came back here after making sure that no one was following me.

Masao Sato walked up to a shop on the street with a sign that read "Fishman's House" and stopped.

This shop is ostensibly a water equipment rental store, but it is actually a safe house for their organization.

Masao Sato went around and knocked on the back door.

After the code word was given, the door was opened.

A tall, fat man appeared at the door, holding a comic book in his hand.

"You're back? The boss was talking about you." A Tian said.

Masao Sato nodded and walked into the safe house.

The room smelled strongly of cigarette smoke.

If you ignore the rows of guns and ammunition on the table, and the things that look like bomb raw materials piled in the corner of the sofa, this place is no different from an ordinary water equipment rental store.

Various diving equipment, diving suits, sea fishing rods, etc. are hung on the walls.

A dark-skinned man with dyed blonde hair stood in the middle with his hands on his hips. He had his shirt rolled up, revealing the tattoos on his arms.

The tattoo is the same anchor tattoo as Sato Masao's, which is the symbol of their organization.

Besides that, the thin Ah Ren was sitting on the sofa.

There was a curly-haired man smoking at the cash register. Sato Masao had never seen him before and he might be a new member.

Perhaps the weapons here might have been sent by him.

"Mr. Sato is back? Is everything going well?" said Taizo Kobayashi.

Masao Sato: "It went very smoothly because it was the first time no one was wary of me. All of my drawings were sent to major newspapers and media outlets, as well as the Metropolitan Police Department."

Taizo smiled with satisfaction. "Great! This way, tomorrow morning, the news that the mysterious bomber used comics to announce the attack location will spread. If it weren't for the stupid behavior of these two idiots, tonight would have been a wonderful night."

Sato Masao asked in confusion: "What happened?"

Taizo pointed at A Tian and A Ren and said, "These two idiots actually detonated the bomb prematurely, and in the end they only killed a small group of detectives."

Ah Tian held up the comic book and argued, "That's because they discovered us."

Taisan: "Then why did they find you?"

"I just want to try out a new move." A Tian said innocently.

He was the only one who dared to speak to the chief like this. Perhaps his brain was not very good, so he would not be overly criticized.

On the contrary, the short man Ah Ren did not dare to refute a word when facing the leader's questioning just now.

I was afraid that this terrible man would do something irrational.

Tai San sighed, "Never mind. This little surprise was still within our plan. But next time, we must make a bigger show, otherwise we won't be able to contain those policemen."

Sato Masao nodded. "Have you chosen the location for your next attack? Once you've chosen, I'll start drawing."

"I've already chosen it. I personally took photos of the nearby buildings and layout and put them in your room," Taizo said.

"Okay, I'll draw it as soon as possible," said Sato Masao.

At this moment, Curly, who was sitting at the cashier counter, suddenly interrupted: "Boss, when are we going to start?"

"Why rush? There is still an important person who has not arrived. We alone cannot deal with the new building built by the Suzuki Group." Taizo said.

"I can't wait. The waitresses in that building are so beautiful. I really want to cut open their bellies and see the cute internal organs inside." Curly licked his lips.

Taisan raised his eyebrows. "Waitress? Did you go to that building?"

Curly: "Uh... I was just curious and took a look when I passed by. I took a look from a distance outside."

Taisan unbuttoned his shirt collar, picked up the glass ashtray on the table and walked towards the cashier: "We went through so much trouble to disguise ourselves as an artist, a mad bomber, isn't it just to divert those people from the Metropolitan Police Department from our real target?
And you, you actually went over to look at a woman without permission?"

Curly said in a trembling voice, "Boss, I really only took a peek from a distance. No one will notice me."

"Why don't you listen to me? This really bothers me." Taizo looked embarrassed.

"Boss, I was wrong..." Curly begged for mercy.

But Taisan didn't give Curly a chance to explain. He picked up the ashtray and smashed it hard on Curly's face.

Curly fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

Taisan was still not satisfied, so he rode on the other person and kept venting his anger with an ashtray.

No one else dared to speak.

Standing there trembling and waiting.

After about two minutes, Taisan stood up, wiped the blood off his hand on his white shirt, and said to Ren, "Carry him back to the room and treat his wounds."

Ah Ren quickly ran over to help Curly up, fearing that if he went too late he would end up like this.

Taizo said to Sato Masao, "Thank you for your hard work, Sato-kun. There are not many people who can come in this time, so everyone needs to take on more work."

Sato smiled sheepishly: "It doesn't matter. If there are fewer people, the money we get when we divide the land will be more."

Taizo: "Don't worry, I'll definitely make that old man Suzuki Jiro spit out enough oil this time."

At this time, Aren said cautiously: "Chief, he seems to be dead."

Tai San glanced at the curly-haired man lying on the ground and frowned. "Let him die. Later in the night, you and A Tian drive out to dispose of the body. Be careful to cover up any traces."

Aren nodded in agreement.

Sato Masao also said goodbye to the leader and got up to return to his room.

His room is located at the end of the second floor. As soon as you enter the room, you can see a desk in front of the window, which is piled with papers and other tools for drawing comics.

Masao Sato locked the door and sat down at the desk.

Only at this time would his heart be exceptionally calm.

Masao Sato really likes drawing comics, and he loves it from the bottom of his heart. Unfortunately, this love cannot allow him to make a living from it, so he has to find other ways to make a living.

Sometimes he even wanted to just be a down-and-out cartoonist.

But this was just a dream. The people he had killed would not let him escape from this quagmire so easily.

Thinking of this.

The ghosts of the innocent people he had killed seemed to appear before Zhengnan's eyes again.

Zhengnan quickly got up and pushed open the window.

The slightly damp sea breeze came into the room, bringing his thoughts back to the drawing table in front of him.

It’s better to seize the time and enjoy these few private moments.

Zhengnan picked up a brown paper bag on the table.

When I opened it, there was a stack of photos inside.

It seems that this should be the next place Taizo mentioned.

Zhengnan spread the photos on the table and found that the photos showed a large kindergarten and the surrounding terrain taken from various angles.

Futaba Kindergarten?
The photos also captured many children playing games with their teachers, and a few shy little girls actively responded to the camera with smiles.

But if they knew that they would soon die at the hands of the person taking their photo, they probably wouldn't be able to laugh, right?
It looks like Taisan is going to make big news this time.

Such an incident of a child being sent into space by a bomb would definitely cause a huge social outcry. Even if the Metropolitan Police Department felt that there was something wrong, it would have to be led by the nose.

As for killing innocent children for money.

Taisan doesn't take it to heart at all.

Zhengnan's heart has been tempered by repeated life and death tests, and there is no soft spot left.

Just a group of strangers.

There is not much difference between them and the meat pigs that are unfamiliar to the slaughterhouse.

Zhengnan spread the drawing on the table, turned the pen in his hand, looked at the scene in the photo and began to think about how to draw.

Thinking about it.

The face of the kid who had troubled him on the Shinkansen suddenly appeared in his mind.

That guy is so annoying.

He had to redo the drawing that was soaked in Coke, and he really wanted to smash the guy's face.

suddenly.

Masao Sato had an idea that he thought was brilliant.

He drew a few strokes on the drawing with a pen and actually perfectly recreated Haruhiko's face.

Look at this disgusting face.

All his inspiration came to him at once.

A high school student with a strange fetish, in order to satisfy his perverted desires, blew up the kindergarten...

Zhengnan began to write furiously.

The next bomb rehearsal drawing was soon completed.

In comics.

Haruhiko's face was deliberately exaggerated to look sinister, like a villain, but there wasn't even a hint of incongruity.

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