As he followed the staff to the lounge without a second thought, the four people present sighed in unison, despite their differing perspectives.
"Ah...in that case, why don't we look around?" Xiaolan spoke first, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere caused by her father.
"That should be the experience area; there are lots of games from Paradise that you can play!"
As she spoke, she grabbed Conan's hand and ran over excitedly.
Amuro Tooru, who had been abandoned in an instant, could only shrug on the spot.
"Then we should too..."
Just as he opened his mouth, his phone rang again.
Amuro Tooru glanced at the caller ID and handed it to Toyama Yoruichi.
"It was your cat calling."
It's hard to say whether he was serious or just making a bad joke, but when the call connected, a meowing sound could be clearly heard through the receiver.
Taro used the same trick again, meowing like a normal cat while communicating with Yoruichi Toyama.
[Hey, host, host! ...]
"I'm here," Yoruichi Toyama answered directly. "Kotaro-kun, is there something you need?"
By now, those company employees who were in line before and after Uncle Mori should have stored their bags away by now.
So, it must have been Taro's cat-shaped security scanner that detected the target.
[Host, I have good news and...]
"Let's hear the bad one first," Yoruichi Toyama replied without hesitation.
What era are we living in? Still using this "good news and bad news" trope?
However, Taro's meows and responses seemed to pause for a moment.
【Huh? ...But there's no bad news? ...】
[I wanted to say that there's good news: Amuro Tooru's affection level has reached 21, the same as Furuya Rei's.]
"Oh, really?"
In front of Amuro Tooru, Toyama Yoru had no choice but to keep the rest of his thoughts to himself.
"Didn't you say before that the system calculates favorability separately for each alias?"
"I only spoke a few words to him, how could it have risen so quickly?"
Therefore, I suspect that for individuals who cannot transform, the stats across their multiple identities can still be synchronized, although there might be a delay...
"What a crappy system!" Yoruichi Toyama muttered to herself, then switched back to her normal volume and gave a few perfunctory replies.
"I understand. Is there anything else?"
[...Oh, right, there's another piece of news, but I don't know if it's good or bad.]
[I've found the briefcase with the bomb, number 98. Host, what are your plans?]
"Watch out and don't move, wait for me to come over."
Yoruichi Toyama hung up the phone after speaking. When she looked up, she saw Tooru Amuro staring at her like she was a mental patient.
"You can actually talk to cats?..."
In this situation, it is certainly not the time for sarcastic remarks and bickering.
Instead, it was when they gathered helpers to deal with the bomb.
What's wrong with the public security police? Can't they be used?
Yoruichi Toyama glanced confidently at a police officer who claimed to be "maintaining national security."
“Mr. Amuro…”
"My cat found a bomb in one of the bags at the valet parking lot."
"As a prospective detective, would you be interested in solving this problem with me?"
...
"I really don't know what we're doing here watching each other."
Amuro Tooru and Toyama Yoruichi hid behind a pillar next to the storage area, carefully concealing themselves while wiping away the cold sweat from their foreheads.
"Just believe me," Yoruichi Toyama said dismissively, "My cat has special abilities."
"I think you're the one with special abilities..."
Halfway through his rant, Amuro Tooru suddenly stopped talking, and, which had been hiding his true feelings well, shrank back into the shadows once more.
A short distance away, a burly man in black, nearly 2 meters tall, walked up to the storage area and handed over a number tag.
"Number 98".
"That's him!" Yoruichi Toyama patted Tooru Amuro on the shoulder. "The bag he took out contained a bomb. Let's follow him."
Amuro Tooru clearly hesitated for a moment.
"You go and follow them, I... can't show myself."
"That person is a member of the Black Organization, codenamed Tequila."
...Of course I know.
Yoruichi Toyama chuckled to herself, while also enjoying the slightly nervous expression on Tooru Amuro's face.
"Hmm... what's going on? Is your organization planning a terrorist attack at the venue?"
“The organization shouldn’t have such a plan.” Amuro Tooru quickly shook his head.
“I remember when we were checking our bags, Mr. Mori’s number was 96. Ms. Ran was originally behind him in line, but three employees from Mantendo Company cut in line, so Ms. Ran got number 100.”
"Tequila wasn't among those people!"
Wow, you're something else! Your memory and attention to detail are at least on par with Conan's.
At first, Yuanshan Ye was somewhat impressed by this pretentious police officer.
"That means..."
Amuro Tooru nodded: "He came here to conduct a secret transaction. He and the other party exchanged storage number plates, and now the money and goods have been settled."
"But you said the bag Tequila took contained a bomb..."
A cold glint suddenly appeared on his face.
"I've never seen anyone dare to provoke the organization before..."
"Ahem...besides the police..."
Yoruichi Toyama couldn't help but laugh and patted him again.
"I thought you'd been undercover for so long that you really thought you were Bourbon."
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