Chapter 29 The Black Time Overlord who crushed the distillery employees... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.)
I sprinted towards the sound of gunfire and quickly arrived at the scene of the shootout. At that moment, the distillery employees who had unexpectedly traveled from the Conan world had run out of ammunition and were surrounded by a group of Port Mafia members armed with submachine guns; their lives were in imminent danger.
The Black Organization is the epitome of darkness in the world of Detective Conan, causing bloodshed wherever they go. However, as soon as they crossed over into the world of Bungo Stray Dogs, they were thoroughly humiliated by the Port Mafia, a local specialty, and are on the verge of being wiped out. It's truly a sad story!
As I marveled to myself, I observed the winery employees over there, noting which bottles of wine had arrived.
Hey, isn't the counterfeit alcohol content a bit too high? Only five bottles arrived, and three of them turned out to be counterfeit. Is this distillery even going to function properly? They might as well rename it a water factory; it's just too shoddy!
The distillery only had four bottles of whiskey, and three of them turned out to be spies. The third bottle, Irish whiskey, turned out to be a traitor. Shouldn't the whiskey be removed to ensure the purity and unity of the Black Organization?
As I was silently complaining to myself, Dazai Osamu, wearing a black trench coat, was surrounded by a group of subordinates and arrived in front of the five bottles of wine that had been controlled.
This was the first time I had ever seen Dazai like this. He stared at the five of them with a blank expression, as if they were dead objects. His only exposed eyes, which were iris-colored, were deep and dark, like a bottomless abyss. Just one glance sent chills down my spine.
"Which organization do you belong to? What is your purpose here?" the young man in the black suit asked in a low, cold voice. Seeing that none of the five spoke, he let out a chilling chuckle. "No one I interrogate remains silent. I'm looking forward to seeing how long you can hold out."
Sensing the coldness implied in his words, the 25-year-old Morofushi Kagemitsu hurriedly said, "Wait a minute! Little brother, we came here without any purpose; we just wandered into this place by mistake."
"What did you call me?" With this emotionless question, the handsome young man with slightly curly hair extended his hand to his subordinate, who immediately and respectfully placed a pistol in his hand.
"Don't be impulsive, kid!" Morofushi Kagemitsu said instinctively, his forehead covered in cold sweat. Dazai Osamu had already pulled the trigger and fired a shot at him. The bullet flew past Morofushi Kagemitsu's ear. It was a close call.
This scene almost made me drop my melon. It's so dangerous to be in the mafia, Dazai Osamu is so dangerous. He just shoots without warning. No wonder he and Naka are known as the most vicious duo in the mafia. They're just too ruthless!
"What a pity, you missed. I'll aim better next time."
Dazai Osamu once again aimed his gun at Morofushi Kagemitsu. His cold, dark eyes remained unfathomable, and a strong sense of bloodlust and killing intent surged from his deep, pool-like eyes, making his overly youthful and handsome face appear exceptionally cruel.
Seeing that the boy, who exuded a dark aura, was about to shoot his best friend, Furuya Rei instinctively stepped in front of his childhood friend and called out to Dazai Osamu, "Wait! Tell us what you want, and our organization will try its best to meet your needs."
Seeing his childhood friend standing in front of him, Morofushi Kagemitsu hurriedly pulled Furuya Rei aside, fearing he would be shot. Just then, Gin, who had been watching coldly, said in an extremely ruthless tone, "You are not qualified to make this kind of decision, Bourbon."
"Are you going to just watch Scotland die?!" Furuya Rei shouted, barely able to contain his emotions as his friend's life hung in the balance. Gin, however, remained cold and said, "He asked for it."
Shuichi Akai, who shares a similarly cold and aloof approach with Gin and is practically on par with him, spoke up at this moment, "Gin, I'm qualified, aren't I? I'll fulfill their demands and then explain to that gentleman afterwards."
Gin narrowed his eyes and stared at Shuichi Akai with a cold, murderous gaze. Vodka, who had been playing a supporting role the whole time, asked without any initiative, "Big brother, what should we do now?"
Gin glanced at his loyal underling, then looked at Dazai Osamu with an expressionless face, maintaining his aloof demeanor and showing no awareness whatsoever that his life was in someone else's hands.
"Who exactly are you people? I don't recall that the Japanese rioters have become so arrogant as to use submachine guns at will."
Upon hearing this, his colleagues at the winery all wore expressions that left them speechless.
Me too. Of all the people, Gin is the least qualified to say such things. He's always shooting this person or that person, or blowing up buildings, blowing up buildings, and blowing up buildings, single-handedly increasing Japan's crime rate. He's the most arrogant one.
"That's really ignorant of me. I've never heard of an organization codenamed after alcohol before!"
Dazai Osamu seemed to have thought of something, squinted at the group, and then said with the delight of a child who had discovered a new toy, "So that's how it is! Interesting! This is so interesting!"
"What's so interesting about it?" Gin's face darkened, but Dazai Osamu didn't seem to care about his attitude. He casually twirled the gun in his hand and said, "Aren't you going to make a phone call? There might be a pleasant surprise!"
The people at the distillery looked at the unpredictable young man with suspicion, wondering what he was up to.
However, being able to make phone calls is always a good thing, so the five of them took out their phones to call people they knew, but without exception, none of the calls went through; they were all disconnected numbers.
"What on earth is going on?" Morofushi Kagemitsu looked shocked as he held the phone that was making a beeping sound, while Furuya Rei frowned at Dazai Osamu and asked, "How did you know we couldn't get through to him?"
Gin asked coldly, "Did you do this?"
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" The black-clad boy gave the five a malicious smile. "This isn't your world!"
These words caused the five people's expressions to change drastically, and Dazai Osamu began to complain in a childish manner, "I thought you were an enemy organization that used your superpowers to teleport here, but it turns out you just accidentally traveled here. What a waste of my feelings."
The next moment, Dazai looked in my direction and said, "How long are you going to watch the show, Miss? If you don't come out soon, I'm going to hand them over to the interrogation team!"
When did you find me?
As I emerged from my hiding place, all the Port Mafia members around me, excluding Osamu Dazai, immediately bowed and greeted me. The scene was extremely pleasant, perfect for someone with a strong sense of vanity.
I must say that Mori Ōgai did a good job of putting on a good show, giving me the illusion that I was of high status and honorable identity. If I didn't know my own status as a working person, I would have believed it.
Dazai Osamu was well aware of my identity. Although he called me "Miss," he never used honorifics when we were together.
He tossed the gun back to his subordinate before casually saying, "At first, her hair was all over the place. The young lady didn't really try to hide."
I glanced at my blond hair fluttering in the wind, smiled sheepishly, and said, "I didn't mean to watch the show."
"Of course, Miss didn't do it on purpose. You came here specifically for these five people, right? That's right, I remember that Miss is also not from this world."
As soon as Dazai Osamu spoke, all five bottles of whisky from the distillery turned to look at me. I smiled amicably at the whisky trio and then looked back at the boy in front of me.
"Mr. Dazai, please leave these five people to me. I will send them back as soon as possible."
"Young Miss is so kind!"
I suspect Dazai is mocking me, but I have no proof.
"It has nothing to do with kindness, I was paid." Of course, I would still help even without payment, I can't just watch them wander the streets. Yokohama is sometimes too unfriendly, I'm worried that these real and fake bottles of alcohol might accidentally end up on someone else's table, so I'd better move them to my own table as soon as possible.
"Do as you please, but remember to report to the leader. Yokohama doesn't allow members of the 'gang' with unknown origins."
Dazai Osamu waved to me and then jumped into the sea beside him, causing the Port Mafia members present to surround him in horror and shout "Mr. Dazai!" The five members of the brewery were speechless for a long time, probably because they had never seen such a bizarre person who would commit suicide at the slightest disagreement.
Ignoring the chaotic crowd, I walked up to the five bottles of wine and said, "Come with me, I'll show you around this city. We'll be living here for a while."
Morofushi Kagemitsu, whose gentle and kind nature made it hard to believe how he even managed to infiltrate the brewery, looked somewhat troubled at the boy Dazai floating in the sea, then looked at me with considerable hesitation and said, "Is it alright to leave that child alone?"
That so-called child almost killed you!
I silently complained in my mind, then calmly said, "No problem. Mr. Dazai commits suicide almost every day. It's his hobby. You'll get used to it."
These are all lessons learned through blood and tears. After saving Dazai Osamu from suicide attempts multiple times, I was exhausted and vowed never to care about him again.
The five-person group from the distillery fell into an eerie silence after hearing my words. They probably didn't expect that the boy, who had previously acted like a proper sex worker, would have such an unbelievable hobby.
The first to speak was Rei Furuya. This handsome young man with short, light blond hair and tanned skin smiled brightly and said to me, "I am Tooru Amuro, codename Bourbon. It's nice to meet you, Miss!"
As he spoke, he playfully winked at me. Even though I knew very well that this dark-skinned man was very cunning, it still made me like him a lot more. He truly deserves to be an important character in Detective Conan.
"Hello, Mr. Amuro." I greeted the policeman, who had already starred in a major movie, politely. He responded with a charming, mature smile, "Miss, you may call me by my first name!"
Okay, whatever makes you happy.
"Toru-kun."
I readily agreed, saying that I had a feeling this handsome guy, who was exuding hormones, was trying to seduce me. Could it be that he was deliberately acting this way to extract information from me? Are the Japanese public security officers really that shameless?
Maybe it's just my imagination, but as a very popular supporting character in Detective Conan, Rei Furuya, also known as Tooru Amuro, should be a pretty good person.
Just as I was about to lead them away, Gin suddenly coldly reminded me: "That boy put something in your pocket before he jumped into the sea."
I instinctively reached into my pocket, and when I pulled out a listening device, I completely lost my composure. I almost flew into a rage and yelled at the suicidal maniac still floating in the sea, "Dazai Osamu, you bastard, you've planted a listening device on me again!"
I'm absolutely furious! The last bugging incident has left me with a psychological scar, and the rumors about me and Osamu Dazai are still circulating within the Port Mafia. And yet, he's back to secretly planting bugs again! Can't he just be a decent human being?!
"That child's name is Dazai Osamu?" Somewhat surprised, Morofushi Kagemitsu said, "Suddenly it's not surprising at all that he would make suicide a hobby."
"It should be a code name. What normal parent would name their child after a literary figure? Especially one who would ultimately commit suicide. It's impossible, right, Miss?"
Amuro Tooru, who was analyzing the situation, looked at me with the curious expression of a child.
"It's a pity that Dazai Osamu is his name. Besides him, there are Hirotsu Ryūnō, Ozaki Kouyou, and in the future, there will be Nakahara Chūya, Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, Higuchi Ichiyo. In addition, our leader is Mori Ōgai."
"I see, your organization uses the names of literary giants as code names, that's quite literary!"
Amuro Tooru slammed his right fist into his left palm with an "I see" expression. I can only say that this policeman is incredibly naive.
The moment this thought crossed my mind, I suddenly remembered that this Tou-kun was quite a cunning person, and he was probably acting like this on purpose.
Looking at Amuro Tooru's seemingly harmless smile, I suddenly realized that I was the truly naive one, and I almost fell into his trap.
Damn it, what's with this feeling of powerlessness in the face of Dazai? Why do I feel like my intelligence is being crushed?
I led the way with my head down, and only after we reached the city center did I introduce the place to the people around me: "This is Yokohama, which is roughly the same as Yokohama in your world. The difference is that this place is rife with mafia and gangs of all sizes. In particular, there are also people with superpowers in this world. The whole of Yokohama is very chaotic, and you can lose your life if you are not careful."
As I was speaking, an explosion came from afar, as if confirming my words, and also made the expressions of the five bottles of wine beside me much more serious.
"The organization I belong to is the Port Mafia. Those five black buildings that can be used as popular tourist attractions are the headquarters of the Port Mafia. It has considerable influence in the political and economic aspects of this city. It is currently the largest criminal organization in Yokohama and an extremely vicious criminal organization that controls the dark side of Yokohama."
My incredibly honest introduction made Morofushi Kagemitsu somewhat conflicted, saying, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to describe your own organization like this?"
"It's alright, that scumbag leader who likes young girls will love this compliment."
I said it with a serious face, which made Morofushi Hiromitsu's expression even more conflicted. He looked at the Port Mafia building with disgust. He really is a good person.
While he was still thinking about it, a group of rioters who didn't look like good people approached with ill intentions. He immediately instructed the pedestrians around him to change their routes and stay away from this area that was about to become a battlefield.
As if giving a live lesson, I said to the five bottles of sake beside me, "See? Fights often happen in Yokohama. If you encounter something like this, you should leave immediately and not watch the excitement, otherwise you can easily get involved. Look how skilled the residents here are at avoiding trouble; it's all experience gained from living in this dangerous city for many years."
“Young lady, now is not the time for explanations.” Amuro Tooru looked at the police officers who had surrounded us with a serious expression. “We’ve run out of bullets. Breaking through with our bare hands won’t be easy.”
Morofushi Kagemitsu, who has always been a kind person, quickly pulled me to his side and said reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, little sister, I will never let you get hurt."
Shuichi Akai, who has maintained a taciturn persona and has only spoken one sentence so far, finally uttered his second sentence since they met: "This Port Mafia heiress is better than you in terms of fighting skills, so you'd better not hold her back."
"Huh? Really?"
The mild-mannered Morofushi Kagemitsu seemed quite pleased, but Amuro Tooru, seeing his friend being looked down upon, immediately glared at him with hostility. Akai Shuichi also looked over coldly, and it felt as if there were sparks flying between the two.
At that moment, Gin had already pulled out his Beretta M92F pistol and released the safety, causing the four bottles of liquor around him to look surprised. Vodka even exclaimed, "Big brother's gun still has bullets in it?!"
A serious expression flashed across Shuichi Akai's usually calm face, while Tooru Amuro said with a flicker in his eyes, "As expected of Gin!"
Suddenly, I noticed a faint sour smell permeating the air.
It's understandable, actually. Just when everyone thought they were all out of bullets fighting the Port Mafia, a traitor appeared among them, silently saving the bullets in his gun for last. That's pretty impressive. That's the kind of slight melancholy that only a top student would feel when facing a genius.
Well, probably only Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro feel that way. Vodka is proud of it, and Hiromitsu Morofushi is probably happy that his side still has usable firearms.
At this moment, the police officers surrounding us brandished their controlled knives menacingly. The bald man leading them, carrying a large machete, shouted, "Grab Sen Ouga! Our precious daughter is in our hands. Her father, who is the leader of the Hong Kong triads, will definitely cede profits to us."
Normally, I would have cursed Mori Ougai in my heart, thinking he must have spread some rumors to attract these idiots who probably lived in some backwater place before.
But I don't have time to curse that lolicon today, because these idiots have directly stepped on my trigger point. They actually said that the Hong Kong triad leader is my dad. I would be doing my father, Minato, a disservice if I didn't beat them to a pulp.
I stomped my foot directly on the bald man's face and said with a sneer, "Do you know what the two things I hate the most are? First, I hate being called Mori Ouga, and second, I hate it when people say Mori Ouga is my dad. I don't have that kind of dad!"
I practically roared in indignation, then proceeded to beat those idiots to a pulp in less than five minutes—just a warm-up and it was over. What a pushover! With fighting power equivalent to 0.5 geese, they think they can kidnap me? Dream on!
As I dusted off my hands and prepared to continue exploring Yokohama with five bottles of sake, the kind-hearted Morofushi Kagemitsu comforted me with a sympathetic look, saying, "You can't choose your parents, but you can at least choose your own life. If you really can't stand your father, then... then leave. With your abilities, you should be able to make a living anywhere."
My lips twitched from being forced to swallow a bowl of chicken soup, and I quickly began to explain.
"You've misunderstood. Mori Ougai isn't my father. My biological father is Namikaze Minato, a very kind and gentle man. I have to work for the Port Mafia for some reason now, and the title of 'Young Lady' was forced on me by him. Because my teacher is the president of the Armed Detective Agency, which is his rival, Mori Ougai was worried that I would switch sides and go to my teacher, so he legally adopted me. I really hate him."
I said with a look of disgust, "The thought of being registered under the same household registration as Mori Ougai makes me want to vomit blood."
"Oh, I see! I'm relieved then." Morofushi Kagemitsu looked relieved, which made me tilt my head slightly, somewhat puzzled.
Remembering his suspicious pause earlier, it suddenly dawned on me that this policeman probably wanted me to call the police, but he changed his mind and left because of Gin and the others. Could it be that he thought I was molested by some scumbag lolicon when I was a child, which is why he was so resistant to admitting that Mori Ougai was my father?
I felt a strange sense of pleasure upon discovering that Mori Ōgai's reputation had been unfairly damaged. Serves him right! This kind of scumbag boss who has a penchant for young girls shouldn't have any reputation at all!
Author's Note: Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 2021-02-04 22:05:20 and 2021-02-06 14:44:15!
Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine: Shana (1);
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