"That senior colleague and I were both very worried that those two would continue to hunt me down; they looked like a gang of robbers..."
"So we quickly contacted my parents and brought me to the United States..."
“My father has already notified Interpol to track down the two robbers…”
"They were all wearing black trench coats, top hats, and cigarettes; the taller ones had long silver hair, and the shorter ones wore sunglasses..."
"If any citizen sees a suspicious person with this appearance, please remember not to approach them rashly or attempt to arrest them alone. Please notify the police immediately..."
"..."
Vodka, who came across the video on the website, expressed a hint of worry.
"Big brother, look at this..."
"Hey, you guys saw it too!" Bourbon, who had just walked through the gate, was quite cheerful and greeted them loudly as soon as he saw them.
"Then I don't need to say anything more."
"Really, what should I say... The 'fortunate thing' that Shinichi Kudo mentioned, it seems to be your fortunate thing as well, Gin?"
"Imagine someone who takes that kind of drug and can still return safely—what kind of threat would that pose to the organization..."
"It's just a complete failure, nothing to make a fuss about."
Gin finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through his teeth, which were clenched between his teeth and a cigarette.
His tone was calm and even, which was less a self-justification and more a response of being tired of Bourbon's incessant chatter, so he just gave a perfunctory reply.
Bourbon spread his hands out in an exaggerated gesture.
"Why? A failed product?"
"Are you saying these your own words, or are you copying your ex-girlfriend's test paper?"
Gin's brow, which was half-hidden beneath his long silver hair, twitched violently.
"What's wrong?" Bourbon looked at him with interest. "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I've heard all over the place about you dating Sherry!"
"Ask any of your American colleagues, they all know this, right?"
This time, he really caught them red-handed. Gin and Vodka looked at Bourbon's smug expression with disgust.
The loaded Beretta was slowly raised.
"Are you going to get out now, or..." Gin spat out the half-smoked cigarette butt, his gaze cold, "stay here forever, and smear this wall with your brains?"
Bourbon didn't move, not even blink.
“Impotent rage, huh? I can understand it,” he said with a smile.
"As a fellow member of the organization, I'd like to offer a friendly reminder: right now, the police and citizens of Tokyo are probably all looking for two people wearing black trench coats, black top hats, and smoking cigarettes."
"One of them has long silver hair, he must be very eye-catching."
With that, he turned and walked away right under Gin's gun.
I walked right up to the vermouth that had just come in.
"You're back." Bourbon was very polite to her, even warm. "Is your vacation over?"
"It's over." Normally, Vermouth wouldn't have answered so directly.
Despite claiming she was going on "vacation," she didn't seem to be in good spirits, with traces of fatigue in her eyes and brows.
That's normal, Bourbon thought. According to the female doctor, the onset of drug A is not so easy to get through.
"I've already heard about Shinichi Kudo." This is probably the real reason why Vermouth, who was slacking off, rushed back.
“I think, Gin, whether you like it or not, it’s not appropriate for you to show your face right now.”
"I'll reluctantly share the workload during this period."
That's what they said, but the witch seemed to have gotten a new toy, her eyes filled with joy and excitement.
...
Life became leisurely again after returning to Mount Fudo.
This is all thanks to Shinichi Kudo, who solved several cases in a short period of time, allowing him to regain the top spot on the trending topics list. Even the sleeping Kogoro had to give way to his brilliance.
Not to mention Yoruichi Toyama, that half-baked detective.
Vermouth, who often came to bother him, naturally rushed to see her godson when she heard that Shinichi Kudo had made a comeback.
After all, she is a close friend of Yukiko Kudo in the entertainment industry, and she has a mysterious fondness for Shinichi and Ran, whom she met briefly during a vacation in the United States.
Best brothers, for life!
Yoruichi Toyama spoke sincerely about the Shinichi Kudo he had imagined.
As for the dark blue Chevrolet pickup truck that had caught his attention that day, which was suspected to be visiting the detective agency, it never reappeared.
Yoruichi Toyama and Akemi would open the coffee shop every day and enjoy the leisurely time chatting and joking with regular customers like Hajime-chan.
Until the coffee shop door was opened again without warning.
It was a warm afternoon, and the café was in a quiet state, as is common there.
Yoruichi Toyama and Akemi stood behind the counter, boiling water to make black tea while chatting and laughing intimately, shoulder to shoulder.
It's to the point that even Aunt Absinthe would find it "disgusting".
During the truce, Taro and Pengzhi were lounging lazily on or off the counter.
When the bell on the door rang, all eyes turned to the person who entered.
He was a tall man with a slender figure wrapped in a black coat, looking quite stylish.
The cigarette dangling from his lips added to his unruly demeanor.
However, people in the Tokyo area have recently developed a skewed sense of aesthetics, and upon seeing this outfit, they might mistake it for the criminal that Shinichi Kudo was talking about and call the police.
Fortunately, the man didn't have long hair, nor was it silver; black stubble could be seen peeking out from under his equally black beanie.
Even without Taro's timely reminder, Yoruichi Toyama knew who it was.
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