Chapter 113, Chapter 112: Happy 19th Birthday, Tong
Is it really possible to eat this good tonight...?
"Maintain a prosperous appearance."
"So you guys started eating?"
Rei Furuya looked at Rag and Tōshi Zhuge sitting in a row in the detention cell eating pork chop rice, and couldn't help but twitch his lips. "You guys can actually eat the food at the police station."
Furthermore, where did the First Investigation Division get pork chop rice? The interrogation tactic of using pork chop rice to pry open a suspect's mouth has long been abolished.
How did this guy manage to eat here, and how did he manage to eat here in peace?
Your current identity is the organization's Boss (fake version), so don't just sit there and freeload at the police station!
“We were originally going back for dinner,” Rag said confidently. “Besides, the pork cutlet rice bowl at the Japanese police station is a place I always stop to eat. Since we’re already here, how could we not be able to eat it!”
Having not eaten or drunk anything for over ten hours, and feeling exhausted and sleepy, Zhuge Tongzhi remained silent, only eating dry rice.
Actually, they were just eating boxed meals from the police station canteen, but after Rag's insistence, they specially added freshly fried pork chops from the canteen that evening.
"It tastes good," Zhuge Tongzhi commented objectively, calmly taking a sip of tea amidst his sister's confident but nonsensical ramblings.
The first police officer who came up with the idea of using pork chop rice to reform a suspect was a genius, and the first suspect to be reformed was no ordinary person either.
However, the reason they were treated so well was because the police officers had just finished making calls to call for reinforcements when the explosives squad officers, who were informed that there were eight eggs to deal with, arrived right afterward.
After defusing the bomb, Zhuge Tongzhi and Lag were wiping their oily hands, sitting inside and outside the detention room respectively, when they turned and met the eyes of an officer wearing a full bomb suit.
Zhuge Tongzhi: staring at jpg.
Rag: Who's this?
The officer, whose face was obscured by his helmet, asked, "...Did you two plant the bomb in the police car?"
"It was me, it was me. Tong was helping to defuse the bomb." Rag readily admitted his guilt, saying somewhat embarrassedly, "I wasn't fully awake at the amusement park and forgot about dealing with the bomb."
The officer, whose face was obscured by his helmet, said, "I can tell."
He was definitely not fully awake, because he blurted out the username that Conan had hidden for thousands of episodes.
Zhuge Tongzhi stared at the speechless police officer in his bomb suit for half a minute, then pulled something wrapped in a rubber glove from his pocket and asked, "Brother Zhenping, are you going to give me the detonator directly?"
Although the bomb suit concealed the anti-counterfeiting features of her brother Zhenping's sunglasses and curly hair, Zhuge Tongzhi could still easily recognize who was under the bomb suit based on her arrogant temperament and Ao Jie's height.
“Okay.” Matsuda Jinpei didn’t take off his bomb suit, but instead began to methodically check the eight eggs according to safety procedures. “What about the other parts? What model are they this time?”
"They're all in those boxes over there." Zhuge Tongzhi pointed in a direction, then began rattling off combinations of numbers and letters, "The model number is..."
Rag, who was in charge of assisting, was loitering around the detention room. She had also studied bomb disposal, so when she watched Zhuge Tongzhi work today, she could clearly feel the girl's leapfrog progress. The familiar conversation between the two in front of her explained the reason behind this progress.
Indeed, the combination of extensive practice questions and expert tutoring is a trump card in any field.
The black-haired youth took off his oil-stained jacket, stretching his arms, which were no longer confined by the sleeveless top. The light from above illuminated the clear muscle lines as he stretched.
If she were still the person she was before she transmigrated, she probably couldn't even imagine what she would look like after working out, right? Lag pressed down on every hard-earned muscle on his arm and felt that he was incredibly powerful now.
Lag naturally glossed over those hellish training experiences, bent his strong arm and gave himself a thumbs up: "Strike hard where you don't know, and Mom won't have to worry about me walking alone at night anymore!"
The female college student, who had almost collapsed twice after working three sleepless nights, was full of energy at the moment. Even though there were negotiations outside about her being wrongly detained, it did not stop her from staying out of it and entertaining herself.
The old crow slept through eight hours of precious sleep for her. Considering her health, she even ate a light meal on the way, with less oil, salt, and sugar, along with a fruit and vegetable juice full of vitamin B and warm, lightly salted water. The scientific and healthy meal made her feel exceptionally light and refreshed, without any of the exhaustion she felt after staying up all night.
Putting everything else aside, the old crow has taken very good care of itself.
The portion of that healthy light meal was too small, so much so that she now feels a burning sensation in her stomach...
"Well, we'll have to wait for the police to come and explain the details, but I can assure you that Miss Zhuge inside isn't a bad person." Matsuda Jinpei, having finished dealing with the remains of the eight eggs, was holding his helmet and negotiating with Inspector Megure. Takagi Wataru, standing next to Inspector Megure, had also received the same assurance from Date Wataru over the phone.
As a resident of the Junior Detective Club, a place known for its frequent accidents, Zhuge Tongzhi now feels as comfortable coming home as if he were at home when he visits the First Investigation Division.
The black-haired girl strolled around with her hands behind her back, quickly collecting snacks from the workstations of her older brothers and sisters. She filled her rumbling stomach while also planning to feed her detained, silly older sister.
Zhuge Tongzhi looked up and met Rag's hungry, eerie green eyes.
Zhuge Tongzhi instantly understood the other party's thoughts: "..."
Lag: "Tongtong QAQ I want to eat meat."
So they successfully ate pork chop rice at the police station, and incidentally completed one of Rag's check-in goals.
Feng Gu Ling doesn't understand, Feng Gu Ling tries to understand, Feng Gu Ling really doesn't understand.
Why is the pork chop rice at the police station served at the same table as Hiro's food?
What other strange things are on your attendance list...? The blond man suddenly remembered that on his first day at Poirot Cafe, a colleague came to his door. He belatedly looked at Zhuge Tongzhi, who was eating with his head down, and narrowed his purplish-gray eyes slightly.
He wondered why it was such a coincidence. Furuya Rei felt that this question he had never been able to figure out suddenly became clear at this moment. And then there was Hiro, who suddenly met him at the coffee shop. He had just returned to Tokyo and was taken to Poirot by Zhuge Tongzhi.
Turns out I'm also a checkpoint that gets checked in repeatedly...
A person who loves to check in. After watching Lage happily eating pork cutlet rice, Furuya Rei looked at Zhuge Tongzhi, who had already personally checked in at every checkpoint, and realized that he had raised someone who loved to bring others to check in.
"Cheers!" Rag raised his disposable paper cup high, then thoughtfully lowered it to a height suitable for a child, clinking it against Zhuge Tongzhi's lazy toast.
"Everything has been explained." Disguised, Morofushi Kagemitsu walked to Furuya Rei's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with his childhood friend who was standing silently with his arms crossed, looking inside. He said gently, "You can leave right after you finish eating."
"Thank you, Hikaru-chan." After finishing his meal, Zhuge Tongzhi nodded to Morofushi Kagemitsu, and then felt his head involuntarily shaking up and down like a chicken pecking at rice, with an incredibly long yawn gurgling out of his mouth.
"Shut up, shut up, the pork chop rice is delicious." Lag quickly cleared away the lunchboxes and paper cups on the table, scooped up Zhuge Tongzhi who was so sleepy after eating that he could barely keep his eyes open, and quickly said goodbye to the two undercover agents, "Remember to eat on time, we won't bother you anymore."
"Bye-bye... Ha-chee—" With his tense nerves completely soothed by the warm carbohydrates, Zhuge Tongzhi buried his face in Lag's shoulder and said goodbye to the two of them in a muffled voice.
"Bye-bye-bye everyone." The black-haired youth swept the girl in his arms away from the police station like a whirlwind.
Rei Furuya and Kagemitsu Morofushi, who had been called by a phone, exchanged a glance. They had been busy since last night and it was indeed time for dinner.
Should I cook at home or eat out?
"Anything is fine? I do know a shop..."
The two chatted casually as they walked out, and then they ran into Date Wataru, Hagiwara Kenji, and Matsuda Jinpei, who were also walking with lunch boxes.
The aroma of pork chop rice wafted warmly among the five people.
Seven years have passed since graduation, and the five people who have been reunited for so long have rarely had the opportunity to have a meal together due to their respective responsibilities. However, they suddenly bumped into each other at mealtime amidst their busy schedules.
Morofushi Kagemitsu looked at the five lunch boxes in the hands of the three men, nudged Furuya Rei beside him with his elbow, and laughed:
"How about we have pork chop rice today?"
Having just complained about the taste of Lager's check-in spots, Furuya Rei couldn't help but chuckle as he turned around and ate a pork cutlet rice bowl himself, raising his hand to unbutton his police uniform jacket and drape it over his arm.
The blond man loosened his collar with his hand, nodded and smiled, "Just don't eat in the detention cell."
Matsuda Jinpei chuckled upon hearing this, shoved one of the two lunch boxes in his hand into Furuya Rei's hand, and said, "If you weren't a policeman, you'd be eating in a detention cell right now."
"roll."
Kenji Hagiwara handed the lunchbox to Hiromitsu Morofushi. The two watched their blonde and curly-haired friends bickering without saying a word. Wataru Date laughed and grabbed the necks of his two classmates, leading the four of them out.
"Let's go, let's go eat. After we eat, we still need to catch the people who actually want to eat pork chop rice."
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After a brief interlude, the plan to eliminate the Black Organization proceeded rapidly with the participation of various forces.
Despite having delegated all intelligence to Conan in an attempt to avoid being lazy, Zhuge Tongzhi was still inevitably extremely busy when various tasks were actually assigned, planned, and executed.
A child whose body still looks like a six-year-old naturally cannot go to the front line, but planning action routes behind the scenes and directing real-time actions on site are her special skills since she got her code name.
Silver bullets flew from the muzzle, bathed in the countless cycles of morning light, blazing sun, sunset, twilight, and moonlight, precisely piercing the body of the black crow that had been perched there for centuries, causing the enormous creature to flap its wings.
The fluttering crow feathers seemed to blot out the sky, but under the overall control of Conan and the others, the silver bullets were like scalpels, methodically cutting through this creation that was destined to struggle to its death.
The decision conditions on the navigation box were quickly checked off one by one.
"Mission complete." The black-haired girl said into the earpiece while holding the voice changer, then took off the earpiece and tossed it onto the table before relaxing and settling into her chair.
The navigation bar in front of her automatically brought up the things she cared about most:
"Incomplete: O Kill, turn, or otherwise eliminate more than 80% of the organization's members, ensuring they do not work for the organization for seven days."
"Incomplete: O Causes tissue dysfunction (this condition is automatically met after the prerequisite is fulfilled)"
"Unknown: O Cleanup Organization Boss"
Having purged the organization's top brass and arrested most of the codenamed members, fulfilling the first two conditions was only a matter of time. Zhuge Tongzhi waved away the notification box in front of her, jumped off the chair, and walked towards the closed bedroom door. She was only worried about what would happen if only that "unknown condition" remained…
The black-haired girl who opened the door was startled by the loud bang overhead. When she looked up instinctively, she saw the colorful ribbons falling from above. The bang was the sound of small firecrackers being fired.
One or two may not seem like much, but it's clear that there was more than one troublemaker sneaking around her door.
She just washed her hair last night! Zhuge Tongzhi, whose hair had grown to shoulder length, revealed his crescent-shaped eyes and looked at Yoshida Ayumi, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, and Kojima Genta, who had arrived at the house at some point. "Didn't Professor Agasa tell me yesterday that you guys were going on a picnic today?"
She's been so busy these past few days that she only had time to wonder why she was being told this when she saw Professor Agasa's message yesterday. She quickly replied that she couldn't go with him and then threw herself into her busy work of directing.
After saying that, she looked at Conan and Ran Mouri, who were also holding ceremonial cannons, and grumbled, "Please, you guys should be like Haibara and not scare me."
Forget about the three little ones, you're all 17-year-old high school students!
As they were talking, Ai Haibara casually twisted the firework tube in her hand, and together with Rag standing on the opposite side, they sprayed a dazzling arch-shaped firework above Zhuge Tongzhi's head.
Zhuge Tongzhi, who was hit squarely by confetti: ...
“Sure, but I’m in charge of the second phase.” The tea-haired girl patted the confetti off her hair and gave a faint smile to Zhuge Tongzhi, who was speechless. “We’re betting that someone doesn’t realize what day it is today. If we win the bet, we’ll start the second phase.”
What is the second phase? And what day is it today? Zhuge Tongzhi took out his phone and glanced at the time, completely bewildered.
December 29th (Gregorian calendar).
But it didn't even extend into the new year. Zhuge Tongzhi glanced blankly at the group of people surrounding him, and subconsciously turned his questioning gaze to Rag, who was chuckling beside him.
"Ahem." Lag deliberately cleared his throat, and at the same time as Ran Mouri beside him, he took a step to the side, magically revealing the cake on the table behind them. "Ta-da! Ta-da!"
Zhuge Tongzhi stared at the cake, which was decorated with a ring of candles, for a moment, then belatedly flipped through the calendar to check the exact date of the day.
"Tong, today is the 27th day of the 11th month in the lunar calendar."
Happy 19th birthday!
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Author's Note: I struggled for a long time with deciding on Xiaotong's birthday.
However, the fact that it's my lunar birthday was decided a long time ago!
I often miss my lunar birthday because I don't check the calendar.
So realistic! (shyly)
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Happy 19th birthday, Xiaotong!
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Mwah!
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