Chapter 60 Amuro: Who Corrupted My Childhood Friend? [VIP]
System: [System reminder: The Date mission will take place tonight. Please prepare accordingly.]
Tonight? Absolutely no problem.
Cheng Youxiang was finally able to meet Squad Leader Ida again. The car accident was absurd and laughable. Such a righteous person deserved a bright and promising future.
The world's operation is affected by external forces, causing the fates of the characters to deviate, which requires external intervention to correct.
Thus, the system came into being.
Cheng You lay down for a while, then felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and saw it was a message from Youyi: "[Youyi: Brother Cheng You, I'm all better.]" She also sent her location.
Cheng You: Please rest at the professor's house for a while. I'll be there soon.
[Yuichi: Okay, Cheng You-gege.]
Cheng You picked up a coat from the rack behind the counter and said to Morofushi Kagemitsu, "I'm going to pick up Yuichi~ Let's keep an eye on the shop~"
“No problem.” Morofushi Kagemitsu smiled, glancing up at a blond waiter at the Poirot Cafe across the street, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.
Cheng Youran left immediately, still hoping that Morofushi Kagemitsu and Furuya Rei would recognize each other, and then that Cheng and Bourbon would take over the entire organization.
Thinking of Yuichi, Cheng You began to wonder what kind of self-defense gadget Professor Agasa had made for him. Conan and Yuichi's relationship is developing so fast; they've become good friends so quickly. Tsk tsk tsk, as for himself, it seems like everyone suspects him, even Conan is somewhat wary of him. He wonders when Conan will be able to completely trust him.
Cheng expressed his deep sorrow.
well.
Amuro Tooru, the receptionist at Poirot Cafe, sighed helplessly. He had just noticed a gaze and knew without a doubt that it was Midorikawa Kei, a friend of the owner of the dessert shop in the neighboring North-South Alley.
In the past few days, he could always sense the other person's gaze. At first, Amuro Tooru was very wary. Then one time, he returned the other person's gaze and stared at the person across the street for a long time. The person's gaze was not serious or fierce, but just looking at him with a triumphant smirk.
Amuro Tooru, however, saw a hint of nostalgia in those familiar eyes that were wrapped in a smile.
For a moment, he began to believe in divine power again. Could there really be a god who would favor him?
Amuro Tooru and Midorikawa Kei made eye contact several times afterward, and the other person always had the same expression. Midorikawa Kei sat at the table by the window, propped his face up with his elbow, and quietly looked at Amuro Tooru with a smile.
Amuro Tooru stood at the front desk, and when he noticed the gaze, he cautiously turned back. He was praying, he was making a wish, hoping that one day he would notice that familiar gaze again, turn his head to look, and see that the smiling person sitting at the table by the window was Morofushi Kagemitsu.
Upon noticing the familiar gaze, Amuro Tooru could no longer suppress his curiosity. He had initially thought that if the other person really was Morofushi Kagemitsu, he would wait for him to come and confess to him.
But after waiting for so long, Midorikawa Kei still didn't come; all he did each day was look at him through the window. Amuro Tooru couldn't take it anymore; even Azusa-san said he looked unwell and restless these past few days.
Amuro Tooru felt he had to find out the truth, whether it was true or not, and he couldn't let himself be so anxious every day, lest he leave a clue.
When Morofushi Kagemitsu saw the blond-haired man walking towards him, he couldn't help but smile: "Hi~ What would you like to eat?"
"A cup of raspberry black tea," Amuro Tooru said casually, glancing at the dessert menu.
Zhu Fujingguang remained unfazed: "I can't do it."
Amuro Tooru frowned. Could it really be Morofushi Kagemitsu that he doesn't even know this?
"Then... lava chocolate cake?" he asked again.
Morofushi Kagemitsu shook his head, his expression unchanged: "We've run out of ingredients." That was the truth. Yuichi loved chocolate cake the most, and Cheng You often made it for Yuichi, so the ingredients were used up quickly.
"Cherry blossom mousse?"
"I can't do it."
"...French crème brûlée?"
"I don't want to do it."
Amuro Tooru: You finally gave yourself away, didn't you?! You just didn't want to do it for me?! How could you possibly be my childhood friend?! How could you possibly be him?! My Hiro is so gentle, how could I have suspected you were Hiro? I was so naive.
Amuro Tooru was already going crazy inside.
Morofushi Kagemitsu smiled, maintaining a gentle demeanor and expression: "Would you like to order anything else, sir?"
Toru Amuro:......
"Do whatever you can, pack it up." He sighed helplessly, his mind racing as he thought, "So my restlessness these past few days is all because I'm overthinking things?" But... sigh.
When Morofushi Kagemitsu emerged from the contents carrying an exquisitely packaged box, Amuro Tooru had completely composed himself. He had dispelled all his doubts; the dead cannot be brought back to life, and he needed to focus on completing his mission rather than hoping for God's forgiveness.
Amuro Tooru took the takeout box and smelled a fragrant aroma, one that even seemed somewhat familiar. He wondered if it was just his imagination.
“What is this?” he asked.
Morofushi Kagemitsu casually replied, "Sandwich."
"Oh," Amuro Tooru replied knowingly, offering a perfunctory answer. Since they weren't childhood friends, it didn't matter. He carried the sandwich towards Poirot Cafe; the sandwiches all tasted pretty much the same, no wonder they seemed familiar.
Back at the coffee shop, he tossed the packaged sandwich to the counter and continued working intently.
Seeing this, Miss Xiaozi couldn't help but come closer, her eyes lighting up when she saw the familiar packaging: "Mr. Amuro, did you buy this from the dessert shop in Nanbei Lane?"
"yes."
"Hmm, their desserts are delicious, don't you want some?"
"I'm not in the mood. You can have this." Amuro Tooru said.
Miss Azusa was startled and overjoyed: "Really? Thank you, Mr. Amuro!" She opened the box, which contained two sandwiches, each wrapped separately in paper.
Miss Xiaozhi picked one up with satisfaction: "They actually have sandwiches too. I wonder if they're as delicious as the desserts the manager makes."
She took a bite and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, it's so delicious! There's celery in it! No, not celery, is it celery sauce?"
"That's strange, who puts celery in a sandwich?" Miss Azusa muttered. "This sandwich tastes somewhat familiar, hmm... it's similar to the one Mr. Amuro made, but it tastes even better."
Toru Amuro:…………? ? ! ! !
From the moment he heard "celery," he looked up abruptly, sensing something was amiss. Why a celery sandwich of all things? Why celery sauce of all things?
Listen further—what?! His sandwiches taste like mine?! How is that possible? My cooking skills are all...hiro?! Is it really Hiro?
Miss Azusa suddenly noticed Amuro Tooru's serious look as he stared at the sandwich in her hand. She suddenly panicked. Was he angry because he said his sandwich wasn't as good as other people's?
She paused for a moment, then pointed to another sandwich in the takeout box and said, "...Um...Mr. Amuro, there's another one over there..."
Amuro Tooru then came to his senses. He picked up the remaining sandwich, opened it, and saw that it was celery sauce. Amuro Tooru was both amused and exasperated. This familiar beetroot invention...
He opened the wrapper and took a bite.
What a coincidence! They're the same.
Thinking back to his confrontational conversation with Morofushi Kagemitsu when ordering food in front of the shop, Amuro Tooru fell into deep thought again.
Was that a dream?
No, my kind and gentle childhood friend has turned into... this?! So good at flirting? Who did this?! Who taught him?! Who corrupted him?! Amuro Tooru immediately pictured a man with a wicked smile in his eyes, and he thought of a target—Cheng You.
It must have been Cheng Youjiao. He really is no good person; he actually tried to corrupt my childhood friend.
"Achoo—" Cheng You, far away at Professor Agasa's house, couldn't help but sneeze. He rubbed his nose. Who's cursing me? Tsk, whatever, plenty of people want to curse me. I wonder which of my pseudonyms they're cursing.
Professor Agasa carefully taught Yuichi how to use the gadgets, but Cheng You couldn't understand or comprehend it, so he could only sit on the sofa and quietly drink water, occasionally chatting with Conan.
"What are your plans lately?" Conan asked, sitting across from him and taking a sip of water.
Cheng You has already told Conan about his entanglement with the Black Organization. What Conan wants to ask is when Cheng You will officially join the Black Organization.
Cheng thought for a moment and said, "They'll do it on their next mission. I have other things to take care of recently, and I really don't want to deliberately look for them."
Conan nodded: "That's true, doing it this way is indeed cautious."
After a moment of silence, Conan seemed to remember something and asked, "We don't lack spies in the Black Organization, do you have other targets?"
Cheng You was taken aback. How could you detectives guess everything?! Thinking of this, Cheng You suddenly thought of Morofushi Kagemitsu. Perhaps Morofushi Kagemitsu also knew that he had other goals, or perhaps he knew about his own goals, but he did not ask too many questions and instead silently supported him.
Thinking this, Cheng You couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. Perhaps Morofushi Kagemitsu had already made preparations for Cheng You in the dark.
"Yes, I have other goals." Cheng nodded. "Would you still help me if I told you?"
"What's your goal? Why won't I help you?" Conan was immediately displeased. He completely trusted Cheng You, so what did Cheng You mean by that? Was he doubting his trust?
“I think I know you pretty well, and through Yuichi, whom you raised, I seem to see another side of you,” Conan said. “Whatever your purpose, as long as you don’t harm the world, I can help you.”
Cheng Youyi couldn't help but laugh, his mischievous eyes crinkling into a smile: "Do you want to know?"
Conan, seeing the other's mischievous expression, had a bad feeling. His eyebrows twitched involuntarily: "What do you want to do?! You don't want to usurp the throne and become king, do you?"
He was just joking when he said that, but to his surprise, Cheng smiled and nodded: "Yeah~"
Conan: ...Huh?
"As you know, Japanese yakuza are like cockroaches that never die. You destroy them, and they will be reborn in new forms. How did the Black Organization and the research institute come about? Ambitious and greedy managers in the old yakuza established themselves as kings, leading to the dark age we see today."
Cheng slowly explained that he learned all of this from the Outline of Modern History of the Science of Science book in the system. Shinichi Kudo's sense of justice and passion meant that he had never been involved with any other Japanese gangs except the Black Organization.
Conan frowned after hearing this: "So..."
"Become the head of a Japanese yakuza gang, then control all yakuza activities and forcibly pull all organizations out of the shadows," Cheng You said. "In their world, you have to follow their rules. Decades in jail aren't as effective as having a stronger Wang You. What do you think, Great Detective?"
Cheng propped his face up with his elbow, a hint of flippancy in his eyes, while Conan also saw the seriousness and earnestness in them.
"You're only a few years older than me, yet you know so much." Conan smiled helplessly.
"Sigh, that's talent~" Cheng You shook his head helplessly, his tone carrying a hint of pride.
"Given that you can say that, do you have connections in the Japanese mafia?" Conan narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness in them.
"..." Tsk, are all detectives this good at scrutinizing details?!
Cheng Youyou felt somewhat helpless. He was thinking about whether or not to reveal his true identity. Logically speaking, protecting his true identity was the best course of action, but telling the protagonist, Shinichi Kudo, about his true identity would be safer.
So which alias should we expose?
Tsk tsk tsk, this is so difficult, sigh.
Currently active in the Japanese mafia are Nifel, the manager of the Gray Fox Assassin Dark Network; Ice Coffee, the super assassin who takes on missions; and the boss of the Invincible East Pavilion...
Currently, only the "Iced Coffee" account seems safe. But... "Iced Coffee" first appeared seven years ago. Logically, Cheng should have been a fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school student seven years ago, and had never been to Japan. Ugh, how do you explain this?!
"!" Got it.
Cheng Youling suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He beckoned Conan to come closer, and Conan put his ear closer.
Cheng vividly described: "Actually, you don't know, I also have a tragic past."
Conan's forehead twitched: "..." A bad feeling.
“I have an older brother. He came to Japan seven years ago. Back then, he was a top assassin for a large Japanese yakuza website—Grey Fox Assassins Dark Network.” Cheng You pulled out a tissue, pretending to wipe away tears. “But he died mysteriously three years ago. Waaah…”
Conan's lips twitched, he seemed about to speak but then stopped, and then hesitated again: "..." Really?
Cheng wiped away his tears and continued, "Waaah... So I inherited his account on the Gray Fox Assassin Dark Network and continued working as an assassin on the site, which is why I know a lot of information..."
After he finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two became quiet again. Cheng You, seeing this, peeked out from behind the tissue he was using as a disguise and saw Conan looking speechless.
Cheng You: ...No, is my acting really that bad?
Conan: ...Should I react? Offer some comfort?
Then, Conan slowly said, "I see... Well, thank you for your hard work."
Seeing that the other party believed him, Cheng put on an even more enthusiastic performance: "It's not hard work, sob sob sob, it's all for justice, sob sob sob..."
Conan: …………
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