Mihana Singularity (Part 2): Shinichi Kudo in the organization...

“It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Amuro,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said first.

"I am honored; you are even more beautiful than when we last met." Amuro Tooru lowered his head slightly, his handsome face gazing at the girl with admiration.

"Thank you." The Chaldea Master smiled, calmly accepting the praise, her gaze towards Amuro Tooru lacking the amazement or infatuation that other young girls might have.

Amuro Tooru was momentarily stunned by the pure look in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and walked to Moriarty's side, waiting for him to speak.

In the shadows cast by the sunlight, Moriarty's fingertips touched, the shadows forming a dense spiderweb, and Bourbon was the prey that willingly fell into the trap.

Although it may be a bit early now, we have finally reached the starting point where everything ends.

"Bourbon, let me formally introduce you. This is my daughter, Fujimaru Ritsuka. She ran away from home before, which worried this old man a lot. Thanks to your help."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at him with an unsure of what to think. Fine, make it up then. But seeing the professor so engrossed in his story, she didn't object, simply fulfilling a Servant's small wish.

“You flatter me,” Bourbon said, still smiling. “May I ask why you called me here?”

“Ritsuka just returned to Japan, and I hope you can show her around.” The professor took out two invitations. “There will be more young people at this banquet.”

Bourbon took the invitation and his pupils constricted slightly when he saw the banquet location and time, but he quickly regained his composure. "Professor... this banquet may not be suitable for Miss."

"I know, your mission has been canceled." Moriarty said casually, as if he didn't care. "Take her out for a good time, consider it a small token of my appreciation."

Bourbon: "..."

The banquet was clearly intended to get close to high-ranking officials who were hindering the organization's operations and coerce them into coercing them into coercing the organization. Yet, the advisor canceled the mission simply because he was taking his child out to play, thus harming the organization's interests.

Damn it, he had no idea whether the shock consultant was a doting father or whether the boss would actually agree to such an unreasonable request.

He lowered his head, with just the right amount of fear in his eyes, "I will not let you down."

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Inside the brightly lit banquet hall, Sonoko Suzuki saw off another guest who had come to exchange pleasantries, her hand holding the wine glass stiffening slightly.

Finally having dealt with a bunch of boring adults, she rubbed her face and jogged towards Ran Mouri, "Sorry, sorry! Have you been waiting long?"

"No, my dad and I just arrived too," Ran Mouri said with a smile, linking her arm with Sonoko's and whispering, "So what's the theme of the banquet? I really saw so many people I only see on TV!"

"Ahem! It's a game, one of those holographic games you see in movies! Or... wait a minute, Ran, look!"

Suddenly, Suzuki Maruko pointed to the banquet entrance, her bright, sparkling eyes widening. "Isn't that Mr. Amuro?! He looks so handsome today!!"

A handsome young man, dressed in a crisp black suit, walked in through the front door. He lowered his head slightly, turned his head to say something, and then extended his hand—

The person behind him naturally placed their hand on his.

Ran Mouri turned her head, subconsciously covering her mouth slightly, also amazed. "Really... he even brought a female companion today?"

The words "Amuro Tooru" and "female companion" together are enough for two teenage girls to conjure up countless scenes from idol dramas.

Therefore, their gazes involuntarily turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The orange-haired girl wore a simple white dress; the well-fitting cut retained her youthful playfulness while highlighting her unique charm.

She didn't have a striking, breathtaking face that could hold your gaze. But once you sensed her approachable and serene aura, full of stories to tell, you couldn't take your eyes off her.

The two attracted almost everyone's attention as they walked.

"Wow, is that girl his friend or relative? I really want to meet her!" Yuanzi blinked and whispered.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Ran Mouri's hand and prepared to leave, but suddenly a familiar child's voice came from the doorway. Dr. Agasa and Subaru Okiya had arrived with the Junior Detective League.

In that instant, Amuro Tooru had already arrived in front of another organizer with his female companion.

Sonoko Suzuki had just escaped from a boring round of small talk, so she had to temporarily put her mind at ease and look at the leader of the group of kids. "You little brat, you're always late," she complained.

"Ran-neechan, Sonoko-neechan." Conan greeted them politely at first, then couldn't help but complain, "This has nothing to do with me, okay? It's Dr. Agasa who forgot his car keys."

It seemed that even the garden, where she interacted with elementary school students, had become like a schoolchild herself, completely shattering the image of the head of the Suzuki family. She noisily led a large group of acquaintances on a tour of the entire banquet.

"This exhibition hall is themed around mythology. It displays artifacts left by various civilizations, all of which are genuine pieces borrowed at great expense."

I don't know what the other organizers were thinking. They came here to showcase holographic technology, but instead brought a bunch of cultural relics. They even had an illustrator draw a few representative gods in front of the cultural relics display cases.

Is that game a mythological theme? But she heard it's a detective theme.

"Sonoko-neechan, what kind of myth is this?!"

"Let me see this, cough cough, I remember it's Azu..." Sonoko Suzuki paused, then hesitated for a long time before continuing.

"The Aztec myth?" Conan guessed.

"Yes, yes, that's the name!" Sonoko excitedly patted Conan on the shoulder. "The names of the gods in it are also incredibly difficult to pronounce, and the paintings are very abstract."

"What's this called again, something like...?"

"Tescatlipoca, right?"

A clear female voice came from behind them. Sonoko turned around in surprise, and the girl she had been longing to talk to was walking towards them with a smile.

"Ah, it's Mr. Amuro and..." Sonoko opened her mouth, then paused.

The orange-haired girl didn't let the atmosphere become awkward. She raised her hand and said with a smile, "Fujimaru Ritsuka. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Suzuki."

"Oh, just call me Sonoko!"

Sonoko Suzuki, with an extremely familiar air, grabbed Ritsuka's hand and, as if acting as a thief, pulled her over to Ran's side, coughing seriously, "Ahem, Ritsuka, you seem to know a lot! Did you research this game beforehand?"

Knowing full well that this was just a polite way for a girl her age to ask for information, Fujimaru Ritsuka still played along good-naturedly, "No, it's just that my family has some basic knowledge about this kind of thing."

And seeing a game character who looks exactly like her Servant here almost scared her to death. Could it be that the guy with the smoke-gauge was also working with the professor?

...Impossible, right?

Fujimaru Ritsuka was trying to hypnotize herself when Sonoko's voice rang out at the right moment, "So what does Ritsuka's family do?" the straightforward girl asked, "And how did you meet Mr. Amuro?"

The second question is the key one, isn't it? Fujimaru Ritsuka chuckled, "My family is quite large, with ties to all sorts of professions." Some are lifesavers, some are con artists, but ultimately they are all family.

"As for Mr. Amuro," Fujimaru Ritsuka said, seeing the young lady's complete ignorance, handing the choice to Amuro Tooru, "why not let him speak?"

When her gaze fell upon Amuro Tooru, the blond youth seemed to have just finished a whispered conversation, and a lively boy was hurriedly taking a few steps back.

"Huh, am I scary?" Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted her head, puzzled. But the elementary school student looked so familiar. She looked closer, and lo and behold, wasn't that the child who actually deduced the real culprit in the murder case?

Amuro Tooru had anticipated the possible answers Fujimaru Ritsuka might give and had prepared appropriate explanations for each one. But when he heard Ritsuka hand over the choice to him, he was still somewhat dazed.

It wasn't that she hadn't anticipated this possibility; on the surface, her choice of this answer seemed logical. But this was the daughter of that consultant, the daughter of that insightful and unfathomable consultant.

Perhaps this idea is biased, but he has to doubt a girl because he is not just Bourbon, Amuro Tooru, he is also Furuya Rei.

“This is the daughter of one of my seniors,” Amuro Tooru said with a flawless smile, subtly blocking Fujimaru Ritsuka’s view of Conan. “She just returned to Japan and asked me to help her get acquainted with the surroundings.”

Sonoko Suzuki nodded repeatedly; neither she nor Ran Mouri doubted the story. The Junior Detective League, on the other hand, introduced themselves immediately, as if they were old friends.

Only three people's expressions changed drastically: Subaru Okiya, who frowned and then relaxed; Ai Haibara, who looked shocked; and Conan, who had just been subtly reminded by Tooru Amuro.

Conan, in particular, tensed up instantly. His senior's daughter, Fujimaru Ritsuka, was also a member of the organization?

Is it Gin or Vermouth...? No, no, no, Conan gasped, banishing the terrible guess from his mind. It was simply unbelievable that they had a child and raised him to be so polite and friendly.

He glanced furtively at Haibara, who was being shielded from him and the Doctor, and was surprised to find that her expression was also somewhat distorted.

Ai Haibara: "..."

Senior, could it be Rum? But just imagining those people having a child like that made her want to laugh.

Absolutely impossible, she knew very well that the people at the top of the organization couldn't raise a child like that.

Looking at the distorted expressions on the faces of the people in front of him, Amuro Tooru knew that they were imagining some strange things.

Before he could say anything, he heard the Junior Detective Club, not wanting to leave anyone out, begin introducing their two little adults.

……broken!

But trying to salvage the situation would be too deliberate, because Fujimaru Ritsuka had already focused all her attention on Conan. "You're the kid who just recited the Aztec myth, aren't you?"

Her gaze was filled with admiration. "I remember you. You were a very smart student. You were also present at the last murder case."

If it were anyone else praising his intelligence, Conan might feel proud and elated, but it's different with people connected to the organization! His mind was buzzing as he tentatively looked at Ritsuka's expression and found that she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with a child saying such things.

But that didn't stop him from skillfully and quickly disavowing any connection. "Haha, thank you, sister, but all of that was taught to me by... Hattori-nii-san!"

Phew, that was close! Shinichi Kudo would be dead if he were in the organization.

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and nodded. "So, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Did Conan hesitate? Perhaps. But when someone asks him his name, he will definitely say this:

"Edogawa Conan." The boy in formal attire flashed a confident and smug smile, his eyes sparkling. "He's a detective!"

"Conan...Conan Doyle?" Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked. Seeing the child's surprised expression, she knew this was another Sherlock Holmes fan.

Oh dear, Mr. Holmes is really popular.