Chapter 739 Absolutely Calm
“That’s true.” Ran Mouri had just picked up her coffee when she heard this. She thought back for a moment and realized that no cases had happened, not even small requests like asking her father to help find cats and dogs.
Sonoko Suzuki cupped her cheek in one hand, looking inexplicably melancholy. "Could something big be about to happen?"
"Probably not?"
"That's hard to say, after all, it really does feel like the calm before the storm lately." Sonoko Suzuki shrugged, somewhat doubtful of her own words.
The fact that Beika Town, where murders used to occur frequently, was now so peaceful made her feel a little uneasy.
Qianzhu listened to their conversation and smiled helplessly.
However, this does seem like a harbinger of something big about to happen.
Welcome!
Upon hearing Yumeko Morita's voice greeting the guests, Conan turned around and glanced at her, his pupils immediately contracting.
The person who entered the coffee shop was completely covered up; judging from his height and build, he appeared to be a man.
Wearing so much clothing in the sweltering summer heat is bound to arouse suspicion.
As for why Conan became instantly alert, it's because this guy's attire really looked like that of the Black Organization.
Qianzhu noticed the other person as well, and then looked up at him. His eyes were filled with the question, "Why is he wearing so much?" He glanced at him a few times and then calmly looked away, without attracting the other person's attention. On the contrary, Conan's slightly inquisitive look made the other person turn to look at him.
But perhaps because he was just a child, the man in black didn't take it too seriously, packed a few sandwiches, and left.
Conan followed the other person away until they were out of sight, and at the same time, a deep sense of suspicion arose in his heart.
Qianzhu looked at him and sighed softly in her heart.
They stayed in the coffee shop for a while longer before leaving.
On the second day of class, they all discovered that Kawasaki Maki and Kawasaki Machi had returned.
As soon as I arrived at the classroom, I saw that the area around Kawasaki Machi's seat was crowded with people. I knew that Machi must have returned after taking a leave of absence for a while, so I put down my bag and squeezed into the crowd.
"True knowledge—!"
Long time no see! You should be alright now, right?
Kawasaki Machi blinked, looked at the eager expressions on their faces, and smiled as she replied, "Yes, everything's alright now!"
"That's great! We can play together again!"
Conan, who was carrying his schoolbag into the classroom, shook his head and sighed helplessly when he heard this.
"They're still just kids, aren't they?" Ai Haibara chuckled softly, seemingly speaking to Conan, but also as if talking to herself. She walked to her seat, picked up a book, and started reading.
Kawasaki Machi, who had finally gotten the students back to their seats, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Ai Haibara and Conan.
At the end of the day's classes, before Ayumi and the others could even invite him, Machi said he had to go back.
Ayumi and the other two blinked, watching his departing figure. "Is Machi busy with something?"
"Maybe so, after all, it's just him and his brother in Zhenzhi's family."
They walked in the opposite direction as they talked.
Conan, however, glanced back at the direction where Machi Kawasaki had left.
Having left school, Kawasei Machi returned to his apartment, tossed his backpack into the living room, ran into his room, turned on the computer on the table, and started typing away.
I dug up some old news articles, hacked into the system, and modified all the relevant information.
Looking at all the pages displayed on the computer, Kawasaki Machi thought for a moment.
There's no concrete plan for this yet, so let's leave some room for maneuver.
While he was setting the stage here, the Black Organization's Safe House No. 5 was taking place.
The codenamed members present were somewhat numb; they had recently become accustomed to Bertrand's constant presence here since the destruction of Safe House No. 3.
The silver-haired boy, who was being stared at by everyone, showed no sign of panic. Instead, he leisurely occupied the entire sofa.
"Are you guys very free? Why do I always see you guys every time I come here?" Bertrand swung his legs and surveyed them with the air of a leader on inspection.
"Uh, well, we came here to rest after we finished our mission..." a member with a code name said cautiously.
"Huh? I see." Bertrand blinked, thought for a moment, and then suddenly sat up, his fair face beaming with excitement.
Some members immediately sensed something was wrong. Before he could even speak, they stood up and sprinted out of the safe house, leaving only one sentence still echoing in the room.
"Lord Bertrand, we're off on a mission!"
Bertrand blinked, looked around, and unsurprisingly, everyone had already left.
He immediately pouted in dissatisfaction, "That's so unfair! What's wrong with playing with me?"
"Everyone's busy, everyone's busy. Oh well, it's good to be busy."
Bertrand sighed with a melancholy expression, as if he were a little old man lamenting the passing of spring and autumn.
Because everyone else had run away, Behrfinger ended up here: "..."
Bertrand caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye, her eyes immediately lighting up. She raised her hand and waved at him, "Hey! Asti, you're back! I've been so bored, let's go play!"
After he finished speaking, he jumped off the sofa, put on his shoes in a second, and then grabbed Behrfinger and ran out of the safe house.
The safe house became empty in less than two minutes: ...
Perhaps this is what efficiency is all about.
Walking along the road, Behfinger shook his hands. "Sure enough, turning the clone off and on again makes my body feel much better. After soaking in seawater for a while last time, I always felt like I was rusty."
Upon hearing this, Bertrand shrugged indifferently, "Then let's find some time to shut down Kurosawa's clone as well; it's been going on for quite a while now."
Behrfinger chuckled. "These words make it sound like your clone is a robot."
"Hmm~ Why can't it be considered one?"
Bertrand covered his mouth and chuckled.
"Where do you think we should go?" Behringer looked around, then turned to Bertrand with some confusion.
"Hmm... I don't know either, since things have been incredibly calm lately."
Bertrand answered, his eyes searching through the crowd, and his eyes lit up when he saw a beautiful young woman with a lovely appearance and demeanor.
Behrfinger: "..."
Xinei, after acting for so long, I've started to wonder if the person in front of me is really me anymore.
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