Chapter 146 Chapter 130 You have the Black Organization's..
This sentence was like a small pebble tossed into the calm waters of a summer lake; with a "splash," it shattered the original tranquil atmosphere, instantly causing ripples to rise across the lake surface and startling a chorus of frogs.
Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted violently. Even though her excellent psychological composure maintained her outward calm, a hint of subtle agitation uncontrollably surfaced in her minute expressions.
The right hand holding the kitchen knife loosened slightly of its own accord, but just as the steel blade was about to kiss the cutting board, a slender, fair hand had already gripped the handle, controlling the descent of the kitchen knife.
Gin tilted her head slightly, her eyes dark.
At some point, he had already taken a step forward. At this moment, he only needed to slightly lift her green eyes from her gaze fixed on the kitchen knife, he could clearly see the emotions deep within the other man's greyish-purple eyes.
Silence.
After a long silence, Amuro Tooru—or rather, at this moment, it would be more appropriate to call him Furuya Rei—withdrew the faint smile from his face, his greyish-purple eyes instantly became deep.
"When did you find out?" he asked in a low Voice.
Since the other party already knew his name, he assumed they likely had some understanding of his background as well. At this moment, arguing or playing dumb was entirely meaningless.
The Blonde-haired youth's voice was not loud, however, the surrounding environment was far too quiet, so quiet that they could hear their own heartbeats.
Not only that, but the distance between the two was far too close, so close that they could almost hear each other's breathing and swallowing; so close that if they leaned forward just slightly, they could kiss.
Gin said nothing.
She casually twirled the kitchen knife, a trace of indistinguishable amusement appearing in her green eyes, then tilted her head slightly.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" he stated, his voice bordering on a sigh.
Even though he knew that under these circumstances he should not—and could not—show any more weaknesses, however, faced with this answer, Amuro Tooru still could not help but reveal a hint of uncertainty.
“What, don't you believe me?” Gin asked back lazily.
He didn't seem to demand any answer from the Blonde-haired youth, merely tapping the silver-white blade with his index finger with a faint, knowing smile.
The neatly trimmed fingernails lightly struck the steel blade, producing a sound so faint it was barely audible. This sound caused the Silver-haired man's eyelashes to tremble, then he raised his eyes again.
"You can't beat me," Gin stated calmly.
Then, he slowly turned the kitchen knife in his hand around and casually pressed it against Furuya Rei's back.
It was almost the posture of an embrace.
"Besides—" Although the Kitchen knife was not as sharp as a military blade, it was more than enough to kill someone, especially in Gin's hands.
Gin let out a light chuckle, the corners of his somewhat cold lips curled into a rare, pure smile, causing the end of his voice to rise slightly.
He curled his lips into a smile, his Green eyes shimmering under the light:
—I still have a kitchen knife, too.
Amuro Tooru blinked.
"Oh," he replied.
As if feeling bored, Gin calmly withdrew his movements. He raised his hand and lightly pressed the blade of the knife against the Blonde-haired youth's cheek. The silver-white metal of the blade carried a hint of chill in the air, flashing a faint glimmer under the Light.
"Cooperation?" he asked.
“That doesn't seem like much of a cooperative attitude,” Amuro Tooru said, a flash of light flickering in his eyes as a smile returned to the corners of his mouth, his tone indifferent.
Although his weakness was being held against him and his life hung in the balance of the other man's whim, Amuro Tooru did not become too flustered—in fact, it could be said that since his identity was revealed, he had quickly managed to compose himself.
They both knew that panic would only provide the opponent with more opportunities to strike.
“So this isn't a request—“ Gin corrected her, her green eyes meeting the greyish-purple eyes: "It's a threat."
He announced.
A moment of silence.
Amuro Tooru lowered his eyes slightly, his expression unreadable; Gin could not guess what he was thinking.
After a moment of silence, Gin spoke again, repeating the inquiry from a few minutes ago.
Cooperate?
The Blonde-haired youth raised his eyes to look at him and suddenly gave a light chuckle; this smile made his features appear clear and bright.
Oh.
He replied.
..
Nana yawned.
This wasn't the first time she had moved, however, it was the time she found it most difficult to understand what Zhenjun was thinking.
The Black-haired girl lay listlessly on her pillow, struggling to roll herself over on the soft bed before yawning once more.
Mori Kogoro has become famous recently, having solved many strange cases one after another, has already earned the title of "Great Detective." However, Nana always felt—
Has Mori Kogoro encountered a few too many cases?
Although Kindaichi has encountered quite a few murder cases as well, at least it isn't as frequent as Mori Kogoro's!
In less than half a year, he has encountered murder cases almost every single day, sometimes even two in a single day. With this efficiency and this speed, he is practically a walking Shinigami.
So—
Nana couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Although she knew there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that Zhenjun had come up with the sudden idea of having her move because she was about to do something dangerous, still—
—What on earth is her intention in making her move to the opposite of the Shinigami?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Mori Ran was very happy about Nana's arrival, even thoughtfully offering her many suggestions and stating that if she encountered any trouble, she could come to her.
After Detective Mori Kogoro finished her self-boasting, he also expressed her welcome, her candid and generous attitude caused Nana to subconsciously become less wary.
The strangest one.. was actually the silver-haired child staying at the Mori family—Edogawa Conan.
Speaking of which, in Nana's eyes, this child exuded an aura of being "different" from head to toe.
First of all, the name Edogawa Conan is quite strange at first glance, isn't it?
Since there is an Edogawa Conan, why does no one call Matsumoto Erin by her name? (1)
Her parents must be mystery novel enthusiasts.
Besides, a child only seven or eight years old following adults to crime scenes all day.. no matter how you look at it, it can't be good for the child's development, right?
Of course, the most eye-catching thing was, as expected—
—“This.. this is something I saw on TV!” Conan lifted her head to act cute, her face full of innocence and naivety.
Whenever a Case reaches a deadlock, he is always able to propose his own views in time—and they are also very reliable.
Just hearing it from a book, or from TV, or from Uncle Mori or Professor Agasa.. It seems strange no matter how you look at it, right?
Nana was skeptical about this.
But then again, Conan's attitude toward Nana was also a bit confusing.
Although they can get along well normally, there are times when he treats her with an attitude of caution tinged with suspicion.
Oh, you're asking how Nana knew.
Because for a long time, she also used this kind of attitude when facing the Strangers around her.
But, she did it to save her own life—
—Edogawa Conan, for what purpose this time?
After settling down in Beika Town, the various doubts that arose caused Nana to more or less forget her confusion regarding why Azhen had suddenly asked her to move.
The Black-haired female detective always felt that there must be some reason that led Zhenjun to make such a decision.
She looked up and asked with a smile, "Miss Azusa, could you give me a Sandwich?"
And in a corner that Nana was unaware of, there were also people discussing topics regarding her.
“Is she the one you've been feeling troubled by lately?” The girl, with a somewhat cold expression, looked chillingly at the Eyeglasses boy opposite her.
Two elementary students sat opposite each other, with two simple Children's set meals on the two-person table and a Juice for each person by their hands.
Haibara Ai showed no dissatisfaction with these children's set meals, even maintaining a good attitude while drinking her juice, looking just like a slightly reclusive ordinary girl.
Conan gave a dry laugh, her tone tinged with an indescribable sense of frustration. "Ms. Hashimoto seems very perceptive.. I feel like if this keeps up, she's going to find something out."
"Then don't go showing off everywhere, Great Detective," Haibara Ai mocked with a faint, teasing smile, but she also knew Conan's personality; she figured the girl wouldn't listen to such a warning anyway.
As expected, Conan ran her hand through her hair and quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, do you really think she looks familiar?"
Haibara Ai froze for a moment, then fell into hesitation.
She remained silent for a moment before stating cautiously, "I'm not sure either.. I just feel like she looks familiar, but I can't remember why."
“I see..” Faced with such an ambiguous statement, Conan was also somewhat frustrated: "Then, is she really a member of the Black Organization or not?"
The Boy muttered to himself in complaint.
She didn't expect anyone to answer her doubts, but unexpectedly, Haibara Ai expressed her own opinion.
I don't think so," the girl said calmly. "I didn't sense the aura of the Black Organization from her.
Conan: ……
Another 'aura'?" Conan complained, "Do you have a Black Organization Sense Radar installed on your body?!
..
Peaceful days do not exist, at least not in Gin's dictionary.
Living days surrounded by idiots and traitors, day after day, having to deal with several more undercover agents—Gin felt he was almost reaching a state of complete indifference.
Until a bug.
Heh.
Fine, time to get back to work.
To be honest, if it weren't for that damn System Mission, he absolutely would not have let Kudo Shinichi and his group off the hook.