Chapter 30: The heroine of Bungo Stray Dogs complains to the brewery employees about her arrival at the port...

After dealing with the group of thugs who tried to kidnap me, I continued my tour of Yokohama's "simple and honest" city center with five bottles of liquor, eventually arriving at the city's largest bookstore.

In the bookstore, where the literary works were displayed, I pointed to a rather desolate area and asked, "What are your thoughts on this place?"

Looking at the books on the shelf, Morofushi Kagemitsu was the first to say, "Many books by modern Japanese authors aren't on this shelf. Is it because they're out of stock?"

Amuro Tooru glanced at the bookshelf next door and said thoughtfully, "There are also far fewer foreign classics. It's very strange that so many books are missing all of a sudden. Could it be that they don't exist at all?"

Seeing that the Japanese public security officer had hit the nail on the head, I was finally able to voice the complaint I had been wanting to make all along: "That's right, it doesn't exist. All those literary giants have abandoned literature for martial arts and become fighters. The literary world of this world is practically finished."

Upon hearing such a fantastical story, even the cool and collected Gin and Shuichi Akai were somewhat unsettled, not to mention the remaining three bottles of alcohol, all of whom wore expressions of disbelief.

“…How could such a world exist…” Morabushi Kagemitsu murmured to himself, looking at the bookshelves that were missing a large number of classic works. He seemed to still find it hard to accept this reality.

"The world is so big, there are all sorts of wonders. The superpower name of Dazai Osamu that you encountered before is 'No Longer Human', the superpower name of Nakahara Chuuya who is still the King of Sheep is 'In the Filthy Sorrow', and the super-dirty superpower name of Mori Ougai is 'Sex Life'. The works of literary masters have all become their superpowers. Isn't that pretty cool?"

Then, I pointed to the bookshelf displaying literary works and explained the purpose of bringing them here.

"I brought you all here so you could prepare yourselves mentally. Most of the literary figures not on this bookshelf possess special abilities. Be extremely careful if you see anyone with the same name as a literary figure, because many of them are very dangerous. For example, that Russian who wrote 'Crime and Punishment' with such a long name. Dostoevsky in this world is an extremely dangerous person with unknown abilities. Anyone who touches him will die instantly. Stay far away from him if you encounter him. As long as you're still alive, I can keep you safe, but if you're dead, I really can't bring you back."

"Thank you for your trouble." Morofushi Kagemitsu thanked me earnestly, and Amuro Tooru also smiled and said to me, "Thank you, young lady!"

"Don't mention it, I did get paid." I smiled, raising my eyebrows, thinking to myself that Amuro Tooru would never be able to smile again if he knew what kind of payment I received from Conan's world consciousness.

Gin, who rarely spoke, stared at me with sharp eyes and suddenly asked in a cold voice, "Who exactly is paying you this reward?"

"It is not humans who pay me to take care of you, but the world consciousness of your world."

My words made Gin's eyes widen slightly, and the others showed expressions of disbelief once again, even more astonished than when they learned that all the literary giants in this world had become martial artists. Of course, they were from the world of Detective Conan; they couldn't quite believe such unscientific things.

"That's all I have to say. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

I'm too lazy to explain, but I'm mainly feeling a bit resentful. We're both transmigrated people, but the world consciousness of other people is trying every means to bring me back, while the world consciousness of my family probably wishes I wouldn't have to go back. The difference is just too big.

"You guys are really lucky. You can go home just by waiting patiently. Unlike me, I have to do a series of tasks to get home. It's super troublesome."

I couldn't help but complain, thinking that the new world consciousness of Demon Slayer was no match for the established world consciousness of Detective Conan. They were both on the same level, but Demon Slayer needed me to change the timeline to locate it, while the people in Conan didn't need to do anything and could just wait to go home. It's true that comparisons are the thief of joy!

Upon hearing my complaint, Morofushi Kagemitsu asked very kindly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's enough that you have the intention. Let's talk about the great writers instead."

Over the next period of time, I gave the five bottles of wine a general overview of the information I had about the literary figures in this world who were involved in or would become involved in the underworld, including their supernatural abilities, personalities, and character. This way, if we were to accidentally become enemies in the future, our chances of survival would be greater. After all, I had received a fairly good reward, so I should be worthy of this deal, right?

Originally, I didn't intend to leak Natsume Soseki's information. Putting aside the fact that he wasn't involved with the underworld at all, he was still a teacher's teacher, and his superpower was so cute, so naturally I had to keep it a secret for him.

However, Amuro Tooru, who possesses extremely strong observation and reasoning abilities, suddenly looked at the bookshelf and said, "Although there are Natsume Soseki's books here, there are a few more works that I haven't seen before. His representative work, 'I Am a Cat,' is not here. Could it be that he was also a superhuman? Is his superpower the ability to turn into a cat?"

Since he guessed it, I readily said, "That's right, Mr. Natsume's ability is indeed to turn into a cat. Remember to keep it a secret."

Even if I didn't remind them, according to the laws of spacetime, they wouldn't be able to say what they know today. After all, they are people from the world of Detective Conan, and they are subject to greater restrictions than someone like me who possesses chakra.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Natsume is a breath of fresh air in this world. In a world where literary giants have abandoned literature for martial arts, it's truly rare that he can still write books seriously. By the way, another breath of fresh air is Oda Sakunosuke. This low-level member of the Port Mafia also dreams of writing books, and for this he gave up his job as a hitman and never killed again. I really look forward to the day his book is published. Perhaps it will prove that there is still hope for the literary world in this world."

I sincerely look forward to that day, because it would mean that I have successfully saved Oda Sakunosuke and changed the world line.

By the way, I don't consider Edgar Allan Poe, who also writes books, to be a breath of fresh air. His ability to draw readers into the world of his novels is more like a mudslide.

Before I could finish speaking, Morofushi Kagemitsu hurriedly said, "You don't need to pay! I have some cash on me, enough to last me a while." As he spoke, he took out some banknotes from his pocket, as if afraid of burdening me.

Akai Hideaki looked at the stack of five-thousand and ten-thousand-yen bills in his hand, seemed to sigh silently, and then said indifferently, "Scotland, you don't actually think that the money in your hand is still usable in a world where even Higuchi Ichiyo has gone to become a member of the mafia, do you?"

"Huh?" Morofushi Kagemitsu looked blankly at the ten thousand yen in his hand, then asked expectantly, "Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't go to join the mafia, did he?"

"Of course not!" I shouted, and seeing that Morofushi Kagemitsu looked relieved, I added, "Fukuzawa-sensei is the president of the Armed Detective Agency, so the money you have can't be used in this world."

Morofushi Kagemitsu stared silently at the banknotes in his hand, which were practically worthless. It seemed he had finally realized how unfriendly this world, where even literary giants had abandoned literature for martial arts, was to them, the transmigrators.

Seeing my friend's dejected look, Amuro Tooru immediately looked at me and said, "Miss, you said those things to introduce us to jobs, right? What kind of jobs are they?"

Upon hearing this, Morofushi Kagemitsu's eyes lit up, and even the usually aloof Gin and Akai Shuichi turned their gazes toward him, looking quite attentive.

"Considering the nature of your professions, you probably wouldn't want to do ordinary work. However, in a place like Yokohama, extraordinary work is too dangerous, so we have no choice but to keep you under our watchful eyes."

"Are you suggesting we join the Port Mafia?"

Amuro Tooru accepted it readily, showing no sign of reluctance. That makes sense; he was originally an undercover agent, now he's just continuing his work in a different organization.

Morofushi Kagemitsu frowned slightly, looking somewhat unwilling, clearly rejecting the Port Mafia. This was definitely all Mori Ougai's fault for being a lolicon.

Hey, how did this Japanese public security officer, with such high moral standards, manage to infiltrate the Black Organization? No wonder he was exposed in the future!

I said bluntly, "I do intend to place people in the Port Mafia as my direct subordinates, but not the two of you, but Gin, Vodka, and Rye Whiskey."

"What about me and Bourbon?" Morofushi Hiromitsu asked, puzzled. I smiled and said, "I plan to arrange for you and Toru to work under my mentor at the Armed Detective Agency. Everyone there is a very nice person, and Scotland will definitely enjoy the work environment."

Amuro Tooru's eyes flickered as he said, "Can I refuse? I think it would be better if we all worked in the same organization."

"No way! My teacher is short-staffed right now, and they really need Toru and Scotland to join them!"

I smiled and said firmly, thinking to myself, how could I let such a useful person get away? If it weren't for needing Shuichi Akai to keep Gin in check, I would have even put this FBI agent into the Armed Detective Agency.

“I feel like the Port Mafia is a better fit for me.”

Amuro Tooru looked like he wanted to struggle a little more, which left me speechless. Just how dedicated is this lover, who is a member of the Japanese Public Security Bureau? Even after time-traveling, he's still thinking about spying on Gin?

"Trust me, you're better suited to the detective agency. Anyway, you'll be working at a detective agency someday, so why not start your internship at the Armed Detective Agency now?"

My words caused the expressions of the people present to change slightly. Amuro Tooru, in particular, seized on the key point and said with a somewhat solemn expression, "Do you know what will happen to me in the future?"

I think what Amuro Tooru cares about isn't this incident itself, but rather that he's worried I'll find out he and Morofushi Kagemitsu are Public Security agents infiltrating the Black Organization.

"It's not just you, I know about everyone's future! Even if I only know a little bit, it's enough."

I smiled and said this, which made Amuro Tooru, who had his back to everyone, look even more serious, but then he smiled again.

"That's true. I'm going to intern at the Armed Detective Agency to gain experience for the future. It's such a shame that I can't work under Miss's command!"

This person's attitude changed really quickly; it seems they were worried I might say something.

The more this happens, the more I want to say something. Could it be that spending too much time with Dazai Osamu has influenced me and made me a bit like teasing people?

Regardless, I still wanted to break through Amuro Tooru's seemingly hormone-filled smile, so I said mysteriously, "Toru-kun, you speak so sweetly. How about I tell you something that will happen in the future?"

This statement drew everyone's attention, and I sighed softly, saying, "Scotland will die, at the age of twenty-five."

"This is impossible!" Amuro Tooru immediately lost control of his emotions and shouted, his smile vanishing. It was clear that he could not accept the fact that his best friend was about to die.

I said calmly, "Nothing is impossible. This is his future!"

Upon learning that he would soon die, Morofushi Kagemitsu was stunned. However, after a brief moment of shock, he recovered and began to gently comfort his friend. He was indeed a good person!

Shuichi Akai calmly said at this moment, "You have a way to keep Scotland alive, don't you?"

As soon as I said that, Amuro Tooru looked at me expectantly, his purplish-gray pupils shining brightly.

"How did you know?" I asked in surprise. I didn't expect him to figure it out so easily. It must be because of his intelligence.

Damn it, why are all these people from the world of Detective Conan so smart? Gin is indifferent, Amuro Tooru is just worried, but now it's Akai Shuichi who's been brought out.

“You like Scotland very much, and you won’t watch him die.”

Shuichi Akai pointed out that although he didn't say much from beginning to end, he was indeed very observant. He had been silently observing me all along. No wonder he was an undercover agent from the FBI; it had become a professional habit.

"Yes, I really like Scotland." I frankly admitted, smiling fondly with my eyes crinkling. "He's a bit like my dad!" They're both so gentle, and it feels so warm to be cared for by him! It reminds me a bit of my father, Minato.

Seeing that things were turning around, Amuro Tooru hurriedly asked, "How do you plan to change the fate of Scotland?"

"In your world, Scotland was destined to die, a fact that even the world's consciousness couldn't change. That's why He promised me Scotland, who was destined to die upon returning, as a reward for protecting you! But in this world, there is no longer any power to control Scotland's fate."

I patiently explained, hoping that Amuro Tooru could be more open-minded. Although it would be difficult to see Morofushi Hiromitsu again after returning to the Conan world, who was in the Bungo Stray Dogs world, it was still better than his best friend committing suicide in the original work!

Amuro Tooru seemed to have figured this out as well. He clenched his fist tightly and then relaxed it. Finally, he forced himself to smile in front of everyone and said, "Since that's the case, there's nothing we can do. In order for us to return safely, we can only let Scotland stay here as payment."

Since he'd said that, no one else would dare say anything. The seemingly indifferent Akai Shuichi nodded slightly to Morofushi Hiromitsu in thanks, while Gin remained expressionless and aloof, completely unconcerned about Scotland being left behind. The Black Organization's camaraderie was truly as thin as paper!

I figured things had been basically explained, so I formed a hand seal and used a Shadow Clone Technique.

As a cloud of smoke appeared out of nowhere, my shadow clone appeared, causing these people living in the world of Detective Conan to widen their eyes slightly in surprise. They probably realized that this was a world where superpowers existed, but they immediately put on a good-natured expression. It was really hard on them.

I sent my shadow clones to take Gin and the others back to the Port Mafia headquarters, and then I took Amuro Tooru and Morofushi Hiromitsu to the Armed Detective Agency. I was overjoyed to have found two such excellent and capable employees. Fukuzawa-sensei will definitely praise me. I'm really looking forward to it!