He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

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"You're pretty fast, kid."

With his hands tied behind his back, Hiroki Sawada was pressed face down on the ground, his back pinned down by Kogoro Mouri's knee.

"You said you were coming to kill me, but you didn't fire a single shot. Instead, you fought me in this relatively cramped meeting room, even though your gun should have more than one bullet in it..."

Kogoro Mouri snatched the pistol from Hiroki Sawada's hand and tossed it aside, his face grim.

"I've already shattered your metacarpal bones. With your physical abilities, you're no match for me."

"Tell me who's behind you, and I guarantee I'll bring you to court alive."

Silence. Hiroki Sawada's Kaguya-sama is nothing but silence.

"Then I'll send you on your way. Anyway, according to the surveillance footage, I was just acting in self-defense."

"Wine cabinet".

His voice was barely audible, but the white-haired boy's voice carried a hint of madness.

"Brandy, whiskey, vodka... you really are an alcoholic."

By the way, did you notice what shoes I was wearing?

With a puzzled look, Kogoro Mouri looked down at Hiroki Sawada's feet.

"Riding boots? Riding boots with spurs?"

"Not only that, but I also replaced the wheel-type spurs at the back with a different material."

And guess what was wrapped in the candy wrapper I tossed onto the ceiling as soon as I walked in?

"Bang! Bang bang bang bang!"

"This is........"

Kogoro Mouri's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

"Miniature bombs are hard to deal with, especially these linked bombs that can blow up your drink and fire alarm at the same time."

Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, Hiroki Sawada swung his legs, slamming his heels together hard in the fog of alcohol.

"A flint! This Spur kick is made of flint!"

Sparks spread through the alcohol mist, and the rising flames assaulted Kogoro Mouri's eyes. Through the sunlight filtering through the alcohol mist, a demonic rainbow flashed in Hiroki Sawada's eyes.

"Let's name this move 'Blame it on the kids·Rainbow in the dark'."

Hiroki Sawada laughed as he shot a bone bullet into Kogoro Mouri's abdomen amidst the flames.

"boom."

Hiroki Sawada's smile froze, and blood cascaded down his cheeks.

"You think you can deal with me like this, kid?"

Clutching his stomach, he got up from the ground. Mori's eyes had turned from black to brown, indicating that the body now belonged to Mori Motonari.

"It's good that you thought of using alcohol to deal with Kogoro, but have you forgotten that our liquor cabinet mainly contains low-alcohol drinks like beer that don't ignite and won't burn for long?"

With his back to Hiroki Sawada, Motoki Mori slowly walked toward his desk.

"Kogoro, he still has so many things to leave to me... Ugh!"

The second bone bullet struck Motonari Mori in the back.

"Yes, and my hand was also broken. Theoretically, I can only pull the trigger once, but have you studied forensic medicine?"

In his final moments of lucidity, Hiroki Sawada spoke at a remarkably fast pace.

"When a person is burned without skeletal support, their hands will curl up into a fist more quickly, which is called a 'fist-fighting' position, allowing me to pull the trigger again."

The mission is now complete.

A vast darkness descended, and Hiroki Sawada closed his eyes, feeling a tickling sensation on his fingers, as if something was crawling on them.

Snapped.

The pistol loaded with the last bone bullet fell to the ground.

Kogoro Mouri, Motonari Mouri, Hiroki Sawada —

—Death confirmed.

Chapter 152 The Mori Family Shooting Incident (Part 4): Cruel Love

"Okay."

The hotel room, filled with a romantic atmosphere, was practically bubbling with pink bubbles. Kurosaki Azami, shirtless, leaned lazily against the bed, while Suzuki Sonoko lay sprawled on the other bed, looking like a corpse.

"I didn't expect this guy to be so perceptive."

When Suzuki Sonoko realized that Kurosaki Azami hadn't dragged her to the hotel to do anything "bad," but rather to do something truly wicked, she began to wriggle and resist while nestled in his arms.

However, the wood is large.

Let alone Kurosaki Azami, who has become a vampire, even in his previous state before he became human, he could easily beat Suzuki Sonoko to a pulp.

After a brief process of saying "No, Brother Azami" and "Let me see," accompanied by a fleshy bud and a scream, the Suzuki family's property was transferred to the Kurosaki family.

"You're really insidious. Such a beautiful girl, and you just planted granulation tissue on her like that."

From the mark on Kurosaki Azami's chest came Lucifer's queenly voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and a touch of relief.

Very good, my pigs weren't swindled away by someone else's cabbages.

"So what? To me, Sonoko Suzuki's value is nothing more than that."

Kurosaki Azami felt no shame whatsoever.

His only bottom line is not to betray his own people. Apart from that, his moral bottom line is as flexible as a trampoline, and the color of his conscience is as dark as a black hole. If all the bad things he did in his two lifetimes were written on a piece of toilet paper, it could give all the mummies in ancient Egypt a new set of shrouds.

What's so special about manipulating a rich young lady?

"Oh? You have a bottom line? Then what about Hiroki Sawada, who died for you before?"

Lucifer wasn't really feeling sorry for the white-haired boy. After all, she was the Demon King of Hell, so how could she question Kurosaki Azami over an ordinary little boy? She just found it a bit strange.

"Indeed, in order to make Conan think that the enemy was completely dead and lower his guard, I had the intention of killing him from the very beginning."

The undisguised cruelty of the words came from Kurosaki Azami's mouth, even Lucifer was stunned for a moment, and then thought to himself, "Truly worthy of being the demon lord I chose."

"However, as I said, I will not mistreat my subordinates, so I have made some other preparations as well."

"Open the crystal ball and see where the Mori family lives, Your Majesty. Do you remember the gift I gave Hiroki Sawada for his birthday?"

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"That's good...that's good."

Kurosaki Azami's bone bullets were highly corrosive. As the two bone bullets gradually penetrated Kogoro Mouri's corpse, simultaneously sucking the detective's blood and spinal cord from his heart and back, Hiroki Sawada smiled with satisfaction.

Now, neither Kogoro Mouri nor Motonari Mouri can become an obstacle for that person...

It's just a pity that they couldn't kill Eri Kisaki...

Having had most of his bones broken by Kogoro Mouri and shot by Motonari Mouri, and then being scorched by the fire he himself set, Hiroki Sawada's life was hanging by a thread, leaving him with no ability to harm Eri Kisaki, who was about to arrive.

"If this is truly the only 'disciple' left in our destiny, then we've already won..."

In his final moments, the white-haired boy murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"With your strength and wisdom, victory will surely be yours..."

but........."

Tears flow for Kurosaki Azami, who is not here.

"But... I'm so lonely..."

Please give me more instructions...

The world before my eyes gradually darkened, bringing a dreamlike sense of peace, like the dead of night.

Snapped.

My gun... fell out?

My hands were already burned by the fire, so why did the gun fall down?

Where is my... finger?

All five fingers disappeared, leaving an irregularly shaped semi-circular mark on Hiroki Sawada's hand.

It looks exactly like... teeth marks.

On Hiroki Sawada's hand, a tiny thing wriggled and crawled up.

What was gnawing at his body was actually a ring made of vampire bones—a birthday gift from Kurosaki Azami!

"I see... I understand."

A smile crept onto Hiroki Sawada's youthful face.

Seemingly oblivious to the pain of being swallowed up, the white-haired boy's face was as calm as still water, like an infant returning to its mother's embrace.

"My trust in 'that person' and the 'attraction' between us will bring me back to his side..."

'Gravity' exists... Whether it's me or anyone else, we are all here because of 'gravity'... Everything we do is to bring you to heaven..."

Click, click, click.

A chilling chewing sound rang out, and the last part of Hiroki Sawada—his head—disappeared.

Then, the bones begin to change.

Centered on this small section of bone, dark red flesh and blood tissue began to grow, extending and intertwining, gradually forming thin and short limbs and a head with exposed flesh and blood.

Next, skin appeared. Unlike the normal yellow, black, and white skin of humans, an eerie dark green covered the body of this strange creature.

Finally, the blood-red eyes opened, and a green baby appeared.

Raising its head, seemingly feeling some kind of strange attraction, the baby began to stagger and crawl in a certain direction.

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