Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 55 You call this a girlfriend?
Haruhiko Kousaka looked at the cigarette and money handed to him by the other party and chose not to take them.

It’s not that he thinks the money is too little, but there is a time bomb in his car that may wake up at any time.

If Shirley suddenly woke up and started making a fuss, there would probably be another innocent passerby to deal with.

Haruhiko looked at the passenger carefully. His strong muscles made his Hawaiian shirt look tight, and he was wearing shorts and sandals, as if he was dressed for a beach vacation.

He also dyed his short hair platinum blonde, a bit like the Qijiashe in the King of Fighters game.

If a fight really breaks out, it would be difficult to deal with if this guy uses the Hell's Paradise move on me.

Because Haruhiko was not sure whether his forward slash could deal with close-range grappling techniques.

"I'm sorry, my girlfriend is sick and I'm in a hurry to take her to the hospital." Haruhiko looked embarrassed and wanted to send him away.

The burly man opposite took back his cigarette with a look of regret.

Haruhiko also rolled up the car window.

At this moment, Vodka suddenly saw a familiar white coat under the seat cushion in the cab.

He immediately thought of that woman Shirley.

It’s no wonder that he reacted so strongly. After all, he had just experienced the biggest failure in his life, so it’s inevitable that he would be sensitive to such things.

With the idea of ​​rather killing a thousand innocent people than letting one go, Vodka opened the door and sat in the passenger seat with his suitcase in a speed that even Haruhiko couldn't react to.

The flexibility he displayed at this moment was completely inconsistent with his burly figure.

Haruhiko stared at the passenger blankly, wondering if the subtext of what he had just said was not "Don't get on", but "Come in quickly, lost traveler"?
Vodka put the suitcase between his legs and smiled at Haruhiko: "I'll get off at the place where I can get a taxi. It won't delay you. Please help me."

This time, Vodka didn't give the other party any money, because if his guess was true, this guy would have no chance to spend the money.

Vodka glanced at the white coat. The angle was not good so he couldn't see anything, but the boy looked very nervous as soon as he got in the car. There must be something wrong.

He looked through the rearview mirror and saw that there seemed to be something lying under the white blanket on the back seat of the car, but he immediately showed a puzzled expression. Wasn't it his girlfriend?
Vodka put his hand on the gun at his waist and asked tentatively: "What disease does your girlfriend have?"

"It might be a common cold, but the fever is quite high." Haruhiko said as he drove, praying in his heart that Shirley would not wake up before he found a taxi.

It was as if some god had heard his prayers.

A soft groan came from the back seat of the car.

Vodka immediately pretended to be curious and looked back at the back seat.

Haruhiko placed his hands on the drawer under the dashboard and calculated in his mind, "If I threaten this passenger with a gun, what is the probability that he will not call the police afterwards?"

At this time, the white blanket on the back seat of the car began to squirm and a small hillock bulged out. No matter how Vodka looked at it, he felt that the thing hidden under the blanket looked more like a cat than the creature called his girlfriend.

Vodka gently flipped the safety of the gun.

Haruhiko was also staring closely at the situation in the rearview mirror, but he had a vague guess in his mind.

Under the gaze of the two men, a delicate white bare foot stretched out from under the white blanket, and then a corner of the other end of the blanket was lifted up, revealing half of a pale little face soaked with sweat.

Hidden under the blanket was a cute pink little girl.

The air in the car seemed to freeze.

Vodka's eyes widened. He turned to look at Haruhiko, his face full of "Your mother, you call this a girlfriend?"

Haruhiko was also shocked. How could he suddenly become smaller?!
Where are my long white legs? Where are my big breasts? It feels like the happiness is gone in an instant.

Haruhiko was crying in his heart, but he could only suppress this emotion in his heart and said, "Uh... please don't mind."

Vodka wants to say that I mind very much.

No wonder this guy acted timidly as soon as I got in the car, as if he was worried that I would discover something. It turns out he is such a pervert.

Vodka rubbed his fingers on the pistol, thinking about whether he should eliminate the harm to the people and wipe out this damn pervert from the world.

At this moment, the little girl in the back seat of the car weakly called out, "Darling..."

Vodka was even more shocked after hearing this. He opened his mouth wide and thought: This is a game of mutual love, right?
He originally thought that this guy was the type who only cared about sex but not love, but he didn't expect that the facts would refresh his three views again.

Haruhiko was also confused. Why did she cooperate with him in acting?

But you are considered an elite in the winery after all, so at least consider the occasion!
It would be fine if you were shouting like that in your big size, but with your current size, shouting like that would cause more misunderstandings, right?

Haruhiko felt he should say something to save his image: "Well... actually, she is my sister. We were just joking."

"So that's how it is. You two siblings have a really good relationship." Vodka smirked.

He didn't believe Haruhiko's lies at all. What sister? Even if she was, it was just a layer of buff. It made him feel even more abnormal.

Haruhiko felt that no matter how he explained, it would be unclear. However, this guy didn't look like the kind of person who would meddle in other people's business. The Japanese were famous for not wanting to meddle in other people's business. He thought, just drive to a place where there were cars and drop him off. So Haruhiko stepped on the accelerator.

In fact, Vodka did not let him take him to a place where cars were passing by, but asked to get off the car as soon as they left the villa area.

The "cautious" Vodka thought that if he stayed with this guy, the police might come looking for him at any time, and it would be stupid to get caught by accident.

Before leaving, Vodka wanted to leave him some money for the bus fare, but then he thought, what if the police investigation led to his involvement?
So he just gave Haruhiko a simple smile, but what he was thinking in his heart was: A pervert like you should die earlier than me, right?
After leaving the car, Vodka thought that his cautious handling of the "accidental encounter with a pervert" incident had already made him look like Big Brother Gin.

Vodka suddenly felt that his future was promising.

Haruhiko watched the strange passenger leave, and saw the look of disgust on his face when he said goodbye. Sure enough, he was misunderstood after all?

He drove the car to a relatively remote road and pulled over, then got out of the car and went to the back seat to ask Shirley why she suddenly became smaller.

But in fact, Haruhiko already had a guess in his mind. He probably took aptx-4869 when he escaped from the organization. No wonder her hands were shaking when she held the gun before.

However, when Haruhiko came to the back seat, he found that Shirley had fallen into a coma again. He touched her forehead and felt it was hot. He had no choice but to take her home first.

So Haruhiko drove the little Loli all the way through the suburbs of Tokyo. After passing countless brightly lit streets, he finally saw his long-lost home.

The empty door of the office made a humming sound when blown by the wind, as if saying welcome back the owner.

He parked the car in the parking space opposite. This car will probably be handed over to the Metropolitan Police Department. He doesn't know what the situation is with Shiratori, but he hasn't replied to his text messages. Maybe he is busy?

Haruhiko entered the office holding Shirley's trumpet.

The second floor of the office is still a bit messy, but the newly bought bed has been delivered, otherwise I might really have to sleep on the floor tonight.

He put Shirley wrapped in a blanket on the bed, and the blanket rolled on the bed, revealing her fair and round shoulders.

Haruhiko sniffed and noticed a strange smell in the air. He put his face close to Haibara Ai.

Sure enough, this guy had a lot of dust on his body after the battle with himself, and he sweated a lot when he became smaller, so it was inevitable that a strange smell would be produced.

In that case, let’s give her a bath.

Just consider it as a greeting gift for future friendly cooperation.

Thinking of this, Haruhiko picked up her body, which was like a sleeping kitten, and went into the bathroom.

There is no need to elaborate on the process, it’s just a shower, what else do you want to do?
...

After taking a shower, I opened the bathroom door and a gust of cold air swept in.

Haruhiko couldn't help but shiver, his hair standing on end. He quickly wrapped the slightly red little Shirley in a thick bath towel to prevent her from catching a cold.

Then he carried her back to the bedroom, which also had no door. However, the temperature here was not as cold because there was no direct wind.

Shirley lay obediently on the bed with a frown on her face, occasionally calling her sister Mingmei's name softly, but there was no sign of waking up.

Haruhiko didn't know how long it would take to recover after taking that medicine, so he could only wait patiently.

Seeing that she wouldn't wake up for a while, Haruhiko went to the refrigerator in the living room and took out a box of iced barley tea.

Standing in front of the refrigerator, he downed half a box of beer, then breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah, so cold drinks are what you have to have in the summer!"

Haruhiko suddenly felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

What's the matter?
He thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember it, so his thoughts turned to the Black Organization.

The first confrontation with the Black Organization was temporarily over. If he didn't have to worry about subsequent retaliation, Haruhiko felt that he had won.

Moreover, he solved the disgusting trouble of Yuta Manaka. Haruhiko did not feel guilty after killing someone, but felt happy instead.

With this incident having become so serious, the Black Organization should probably be quiet for a while, right? Haruhiko heard from Suzuki Ayako that the Suzuki Group might pursue this vicious case to the end. He wondered how many more scapegoats the Black Organization would sacrifice.
It just so happens that he can take advantage of this vacuum period to improve his strength, but he still needs more cases. How can he improve his strength without solving cases?
However, there was an unexpected discovery this time. When Haruhiko used "Physical Salvation" to beat up the Yakuza and blow up the power distribution room of Baijiu Pharmaceutical, he actually received a large amount of evil spirit energy, and the amount was much more than what he received when solving the case.

This made Haruhiko feel a little strange, because he had tried it several times before in places like the police station on people who had committed serious crimes, but there was no reaction.

Could it be that the real name of his cheat is "I am the silver bullet that destroys the organization"?
Haruhiko feels that there seems to be a mysterious force that ties his fate to that of the Black Organization.

If things continue like this, we might have to confront the organization head-on in the future, but for now, we should just disguise ourselves and slowly improve our strength.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and began to check the contents of the instruction manual.

at this time--

Suddenly, a faint cry of surprise came from inside the house.

Haruhiko exited the rice cooker manual interface.

He walked into the room and saw Shirley still asleep on the bed, but the blanket on her body showed signs of having been moved.

"Are you awake? I think we can talk." After saying that, Haruhiko felt that this seemed insincere, so he added: "Uh...actually, I'm a good person."

Unfortunately there was no response.

But looking at her cheeks which were redder than before and her breathing rate which was a little irregular, it was clear that she had woken up.

Are you shy?

Haruhiko reached out and held her bare feet, gently pinching her fair little feet.

Shirley shuddered and her face turned even redder.

"I think your ability to pretend to sleep is really weak." Haruhiko put down her feet and pinched her nose directly.

one second...

Two seconds...

Shirley sat up suddenly, knocked his claws away, then hid at the foot of the bed, holding a bath towel and gasping for breath.

She looked at Haruhiko with the kind of eyes that only adults have, and people instinctively didn't dare to look at her, but her petite body and the blush on her face showed that she was still in a very shy and "fragile" state.

Even Haruhiko couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds after seeing this strong contrast.

However, he quickly adjusted himself and forced out a smile that he thought was full of goodwill: "Um..."

"Why do you have such a disgusting smile?" Shirley interrupted him, her voice still as cold as ever.

Haruhiko rubbed his face awkwardly, as if he had used too much force.

He adjusted his state again and said, "Why did you suddenly become smaller?"

Shirley asked back, "Do you know that you almost died just now?"

Haruhiko glanced at her white and tender feet exposed outside her bathrobe and said, "What's going on? Be careful."

Shirley quickly covered her feet with a towel, then glared at him and said, "The big guy you just picked up is Vodka, a member of the organization I escaped from.

If he finds out I'm in your car, he'll kill you too."

Haruhiko's eyes widened: "What?! He's actually Vodka?"

Shirley gathered her hair by her ears with her hands and said coldly, "Are you scared? Do you regret bringing me back? You...eh? Do you know vodka?"

Haruhiko nodded, and the two of them quickly exchanged the information they knew.

Of course, Haruhiko couldn't say that he had traveled through time and knew the identities and code names of most members of the organization. That would scare the little girl.

Haruhiko simply portrayed himself as a high school detective who had some knowledge and curiosity about the Black Organization, and accidentally became involved with the organization while saving people.

"Another high school detective?" Shirley muttered to herself.

Haruhiko also plopped down on the soft big bed. The scent of Shirley's shower gel filled his nose. "Then, shall we work together?"

"Cooperate?" Shirley shifted her body back. "Do you really want to fight the organization?"

Haruhiko said with a glint in his eyes, "Just thinking about fighting evil forces with one's own strength is so romantic, isn't it?!"

In fact, what Haruhiko was thinking was that because he indirectly destroyed Baijiu Pharmaceutical, he might have been noticed by the organization, and they might come to find him after a while. It would be better to prepare in advance to increase his chances of survival.

You have to know that although he has some understanding of the members of the organization, it is only on paper. When the characters in the anime are refined in the real world, they don't seem to be exactly the same.

For example, just now Vodka dressed up as a member of the Nanaga Society and chatted with Haruhiko for such a long time, but he didn't recognize him. It is conceivable that if he met Vermouth, he would be fooled, right?

The most important message conveyed by this incident is that if even vodka has learned to disguise itself, then gin must also be able to ascend to the sky, right?

Of course, if the organization didn't take him seriously, Haruhiko would be willing to continue making a fortune in silence. Once his kendo skills reached level 100, maybe he could slash a helicopter with his sword, or even be bold enough to slash Tokyo Tower directly with his sword?

"I think it's childish." Haibara Ai put on a queenly attitude and defined Haruhiko's romanticism. "You have no idea how terrifying the organization is."

Haruhiko said, "But if you keep running away, can you escape your fate?"

Shirley shook her head after listening to his sophistry. This high school student who lived in an ivory tower had no idea about the power behind the organization.

Only when you have experienced it personally can you understand how powerless you feel when facing such a behemoth.

Just now in the car, Shirley woke up when she smelled the scent of the organization members from a distance. In her condition at the time, there was no way she could escape. If she was caught, she would definitely die.

She had no choice but to take the risk and choose to swallow aptx4869, which was equivalent to placing a bet on Haruhiko, betting that he was not a member of the organization.

Fortunately, the drug took effect quickly and Vodka turned into a child's body before he noticed anything was wrong, thus avoiding the other party's suspicion.

But can you escape the organization's pursuit by just this?
Shirley didn't have much confidence. When she was planning to escape, she was full of enthusiasm and her mind was full of her sister Mingmei. But after meeting the members of the organization, she suddenly found that she was not as strong as she imagined.

But what can be done?

Her sister's whereabouts are unknown, and she has chosen to betray the organization. Now she has no one to rely on.

Shirley hugged her knees and continued her wailing: "You don't understand those people at all. Maybe you've been exposed now. Vodka and Gin are on their way to catch you. You'd better run."

Just as Haruhiko was about to continue persuading her, he heard the sound of someone moving downstairs in the office.

Shirley's little face turned pale, and her little hands, which were clutching her bathrobe, trembled with fear.

Haruhiko also held his breath, his spirits tensed to the limit. If he met Vodka and Gin now, he would have no chance of winning.

Neither of them dared to speak. The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the clock on the wall making the grinding of gears. At this moment, a cold wind blew in from outside, and the temperature in the room instantly dropped several degrees.

Crunch——

The people downstairs are finally ready to go upstairs.

His footsteps were heavy, making a harsh whine on the wooden stairs.

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