Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 343 Everyone, their own warm evening
When Megure Jusan woke up again, the light outside the window was already quite dim.

He tilted his head and looked. The sky was purple-red, and the clouds were casting blue light outward.

"Officer Megure, you're awake."

Conan's voice came from the strange light.

Megure Jusan shook his head, "Don't call me police officer anymore, because my unauthorized transfer caused the death of the police officer, I feel sorry for him."

Dismissal, investigation, and imprisonment.

Megure Juzo knew that he could not escape this fate and he had really made a big mistake.

Compared with the sacrifices made by the younger generation who had just joined the company, these were nothing.

"Inspector, actually... I'm not dead."

"Um?!"

A somewhat weak voice came from beside Conan, and Megure Jusan's scattered gaze instantly focused and he looked towards the source.

"Hoshino! You're still alive?!"

In the suddenly bright golden sunset, Megure Jusan clearly saw a pretty face with a hint of embarrassment.

"Good good!"

Megure Jusan's left hand was still hanging in front of his chest. He quickly supported his body with one hand and sat up.

"What happened before? Didn't I hear gunshots in my headphones?"

"It was indeed gunfire, but it wasn't directed at me."

Hoshino said in a complicated tone, "Inspector, tell me that we can't let the other side know that there are police officers paying attention to this matter. Of course, I can't go up and take off his mask myself.

I found two nearby members of the Mudslayer Society and ordered them, posing as police officers, to find the target to scam and pull off his mask. I then watched from a distance.

As a result, the other party handed over his wallet, but the two men still refused to give in. When they pulled off his mask, he pulled out his gun and shot at them.

Both of them were dead. I was standing not far away in the crowd and was completely stunned.

He put on his mask again, looked around, and walked away without looking back. ”

Hoshino slowly lowered his head, his tone ashamed, "Inspector, I admit that I was really scared by him at that time.

When he looked over at me, I didn't dare to meet his gaze. Like the other passers-by around me, I quickly avoided his sight and almost wanted to run away.

When he left, I just watched him without even having the courage to chase after him.

I'm sorry, Inspector."

Megure Jusan opened his mouth, then closed it again, and finally said in a muffled voice: "It's good that he's okay."

"Officer Hoshino made the right decision by not chasing after them." Conan said, "Otherwise, even if we caught the target, we would have been exposed to the surveillance department, and those two members of the Mud Miserable Society would have died in vain."

Moreover, he was more inclined to believe that Hoshino could not catch that person at all, and chasing him would only lead to his death.

Megure Jusan felt that his brother's words were a bit too light, but the lives of the Yakuza and the police were indeed not completely equivalent in his eyes, so he didn't say anything, but just asked quickly:
"What does that person look like?"

"About 1 meters tall, wearing a cheap, baggy black suit, with black hair and a face shape..."

Xingye paused, "His face was severely burned, with ravines all over it, his facial features were blurred, his skin was yellow-brown, and there was a bloodstain on his cheek.

What impressed me most was the cold look in his eyes. No, it was indifference. It was as if he didn’t care about anything in the world and didn’t care how many people he killed. ”

"what?!"

Hearing what he said, Megure Jusan thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed and he turned to look at Conan.

Conan nodded, "It should be that person."

In Shinjuku Kabukicho, inside a bakery, a person was found severely burned and called himself a member of the Nimatsukai, Mikawa!

Megure Jusan asked Hoshino to leave the ward and said to Conan: "So, we didn't catch the wrong person that night in Kabukicho?"

Conan pondered for a moment, "Can you please ask Marubaku to confirm the specific appearance of Mikawa? I suspect he doesn't look like that at all. We were deceived at that time."

Megure Juzo understood what Conan meant and immediately called someone to verify it.

They had not considered the art of disguise in the past, but now this high-end technology seems to have become widespread for no apparent reason, so it is natural that the face could be a fake one.

The matter was soon verified. The NDM said that Mikawa had disappeared after that night in Kabukicho. Although he was not handsome, he was still good-looking, and there was definitely no severe burns on his face.

And the most important thing is that he has a large tattoo on his neck, which cannot be covered by ordinary clothes.

"It's him?!"

Conan suddenly remembered that when he arrived near the underground casino in Megure Juzo's car, a Yakuza carried another tall figure away on his back. The fleeing Yakuza had a large tattoo on his neck!

Megure Jusan was reminded by Conan and thought of that incident. He said in a deep voice: "At that time, our tires were shot out by people hiding in Kabukicho, and they did not continue to chase us. It seems that Sanchuan was killed by the mastermind behind the incident and his identity was replaced!"

Conan shook his head. "It's probably not a replacement of identity. It's just an improvisation. Judging from the fact that the man was sitting outside the bakery at the beginning, he didn't expect us to find him."

Megure Jusan thought for a moment, "In this way, Brother Shuiyue's suspicion can be ruled out. He had just left the hospital at that time, so it was impossible for him to rush to the scene immediately."

"He didn't fight alone, he had companions." Conan's eyes were sharp, "and the disguise mask is not something that can only be used by him. The two Mikawas may not be the same person."

"This……"

Megure Jusan didn't know what to say, he just felt that his younger brother was too malicious towards Mizutsuki Hotaru.

However, his years of cooperation told him that his brother was indeed intuitive. He thought about it and just asked, "This verification is invalid. Is there any other way?"

"Not yet, let's see what the other party does next." Conan sighed, "We don't have a breakthrough point at all, everything is too passive."

He hesitated for a moment, "Officer Megure, didn't the police show their strong ability to find people last Sunday afternoon? Can we use that again?"

Megure Jusan shook his head: "I told you, Conan, that Inspector Matsumoto didn't allow us to continue investigating this matter. I don't have the authority to use that kind of resources."

He also knew that as long as he could find Kiyoko Yuzuki, Toru Amuro and others, everything would be much simpler.

But I just can't do it, what can I do?

Conan's eyes flickered, "What I meant is, bypassing Inspector Matsumoto and using that power directly."

"How...how is this possible?"

Megure Juzo thinks that Conan's idea of ​​overthrowing his superiors is very dangerous and completely impossible.

"With Shinichi-nii-san here, why can't we do it?"

Conan raised his head and looked at Kuroba Kaito standing at the door of the ward.

Kuroba Kaito was slightly stunned. "You want me to disguise myself as a policeman and give orders to help you find someone? Hiss - little detective, isn't your style of doing things a little too much?"

Megure Jusan was also shocked and nodded in agreement, "Yes, Conan, this is too outrageous, and it will definitely be discovered later. What should we do then?"

Conan's lips curled slightly, "There are many people who have mastered the art of disguise now. If they are discovered, it must be someone else's doing. What does it have to do with us?"

"But……"

"good idea."

Megure Jusan wanted to say something else, but Kuroba Kaito nodded and interrupted him.

"Then let's do it. If we need to shirk responsibility later, we can say it was done by Kaito Kid."

Kuroba Kaito is also very curious about the police's high-tech ability to find people.

Everyone said that his father died in a magic accident, but he didn't believe it. Even after he knew about the mysterious organization and Pandora, he still didn't believe it.

At least before he saw his father's body with his own eyes, he felt that he could not rule out the possibility that his father was just faking his death and was hiding somewhere secretly.

He wants to find him.

Megure Jusan glanced at Conan and Kuroba Kaito for a few seconds, was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"I'll find out how they did it. I hope what we're doing is right."

"Don't worry, Officer Megure, it's definitely true!"

Conan's eyes were firm, and he slowly clenched his fists. "Compared to the evil party that has no scruples about depriving others of their lives, even the Mud Miserable Society can be called righteous!"

Kuroba Kaito smiled and stood up straight. "I'm good at getting information. I'll leave now. Please be safe."

"You too, Shinichi-nii-san, be careful."

"Don't worry, little detective. I'm a KID."

Kuroba Kaito left without looking back, waved his hand, and disappeared.

Megure Juzo withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Conan, and opened his mouth to speak, but Conan interrupted him by raising his hand.

"He and I just met today, but Dr. Agasa believes in him, and I believe in him too."

Although Dr. Agasa can be considered as half an arms dealer, he also has principles. At least last time an unknown person asked him to make a voice changer, he refused to do it.

Conan has been going to Dr. Agasa's house since he was a child. He knows him very well and is sure that he cannot be a bad person. He also trusts his judgment of people.

Megure Jusan scratched his head, "How is Dr. Agasa's injury? Is it serious?"

It still feels weird that he's suddenly working with Kaito Kidd.

But since my younger brother said so, it doesn't seem to be a big deal. After all, rejuvenation has already happened, so even if this world is a little more absurd, it is not unacceptable.

Conan shook his head, "Doctor, nothing serious actually happened. He just made a sharp turn and crashed into another car, and his chest hit the steering wheel. I've checked it out, and his ribs are not broken."

"Oh…"

Megure Jusan suddenly realized, "It turns out that Dr. Agasa's admission to the hospital was just a trap. What a pity, the other party is too cunning."

He looked up at the sky outside the window. It was becoming increasingly dark, almost dusky.

"What time is it now?"

Conan glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost 7:30. Are you hungry, Officer Megure?"

"It's okay. Did anything else happen during the time I passed out in the afternoon?"

"Everything is calm, otherwise we would have woken you up long ago." Conan smiled, "Officer Megure, you have been under too much pressure recently, so it's good to have a good sleep."

"Ha, things have been a bit troublesome recently."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I've always been grateful for your care, Officer Megure."

"It's all in the past, what else can you say? You just need to be more careful in the future." Megure Jusan paused, "After your parents come back, will you live with them?"

Conan thought for a while and said, "Since I'm already living in your house, Officer Megure, it obviously means that it's inconvenient for them to take care of me, and they probably won't move out in the short term." Megure Jusan felt inexplicably relieved and was about to speak when there was a gentle knock on the door.

They both looked at the same time and saw Midori Megure, wearing a light blue coat and carrying a large food box, standing at the door and giving them a gentle smile.

"May I come inside?"

She raised her hand and gently pulled her face, "This step is also necessary. I am myself."

Megure Jusan's tense heartstrings finally relaxed, "Thank you for your help, Midori."

Conan also hurried to greet him. When the small table on the hospital bed was filled with steaming hot meals, after smelling the tempting aroma of the food, his stomach, which had not eaten well all day, could not help but make a "gurgling" sound.

"Haha, Conan, come and eat a big chicken drumstick first."

Megure Jusan picked up some food for Conan, and a huge grilled rock immediately appeared on the top of the rice mountain.

Conan blushed and said, "I can do it myself."

Megure Midoriya chuckled, "Really, husband, you have to take good care of Conan when you bring him with you. Conan is still growing, so he must eat well."

"Sorry, sorry, Conan, come and eat more."

Megure Jusan continued to pick up food for Conan and shook his head, "Actually, Conan takes care of me more. After all, I'm just a stupid policeman with no talent."

"No, Officer Megure is also very capable."

All the reasoning thoughts in Conan's mind gradually disappeared. At least for now, he decided not to think about them.

"Auntie Lu is amazing. This bamboo shoot is so delicious."

"If you like it, eat more, Conan."

……

……

After dinner, Yingsheng sat in the tea room of an ancient courtyard. Through the open door, he watched the sunset slowly set behind the mountains and the evening glow gradually fade away.

"What a beautiful day it is."

He raised his glass, took a sip and sighed.

"It's a pity that this cup of tea doesn't have the long aftertaste of the previous one. Lan, could it be that you made it?"

Yingsheng tilted his head and looked towards the seat beside him.

Xiaolan was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. She turned her gaze away from the horizon and smiled slightly: "Excuse me, is there anything missing? I will improve it later."

Yingsheng's heart moved, and he turned his head to look at the other side, "Xiao Ai's cooking skills are really good, but unfortunately, my tongue has been damaged by the alcohol, which is really regrettable."

Ai Huihara was wearing a lavender kimono. She took a sip from the teacup in front of her and put it down with a cold face. "It's indeed a little lacking in flavor. I'm sorry that I don't understand the tea ceremony."

"No, I don't think that makes sense."

Yingsheng shook his head. "Same tea leaves, same water, how can the brewed tea be different? I must be talking nonsense."

"Humph, that's not necessarily true. Isn't the tea ceremony about the state of mind? What do I, a kid, know?"

"This is absolutely just meaningless increased value. Material selection, water temperature, water quality, time, as long as these variables are controlled, the most scientific conclusion can be easily drawn."

"Um……"

Xiao Ai nodded thoughtfully, "But personal taste is also important. Some people like it lighter, while others like it stronger. There is no way to unify this."

"The general direction can be determined, people who engage in physical activities tend to prefer stronger flavors, while urban white-collar workers tend to prefer lighter flavors..." Yingsheng paused, "No, we are not thinking of producing a commercial hit. There are pioneers in this field, and there is no money to be made."

"..."

Huiyuan Ai rolled her eyes at him and said, "Where is Mr. Liuying's romance?"

"...Tsk, don't bother with a kid."

Yingsheng drank up the tea in the cup, took out a ball of skin-colored slime the size of the cup mouth, squeezed it, and smiled.

"Be prepared, young lady, you're going to become ugly."

Huiyuan Ai glanced at the slime and pursed her lips. "Is your disguise skill so bad?"

"To be precise, I don't know how to do it, but with the raw materials, it's easy to make a human face. I'm sorry to bother you."

Yingsheng sighed, "I'm so sorry, I will learn by myself as soon as possible, and then I will make you even cuter than you are now, although I think it will be difficult."

"Well, of course it's not that easy to learn the art of disguise, but it's fine if I stay at home."

Yingsheng shook his head, "That's not what I meant."

"what is that?"

"Because I think there is no child in the world more adorable than Ai."

Looking at Yingsheng's gentle eyes, Huiyuan Ai was stunned for two seconds, and turned her head suddenly, "Sister Xiaolan, this guy has gone too far, you can't just ignore it."

"Eh?"

Xiaolan blinked her eyes and said, "But Ai is so cute. Hotaru didn't say anything wrong, did he?"

"........."

Ai Huihara looked at Junerick, who had his back to the door, and said hesitantly, "The problem shouldn't be with me, but with the two of them, right?"

"Forehead……"

Junerick buried his head in drinking tea, "It tastes so good, Xiao Ai, your tea ceremony is simply first-rate."

Huiyuan Ai snorted and looked at Yingsheng again, "The most important thing is my public identity. If this cannot be resolved, as long as I am with you, I will be suspected by the organization sooner or later. By the way, according to what you said, there are more than just the organization looking for me now."

"I'm sorry, my social status is still too low, so I guess we'll have to wait for a while for this," Yingsheng said apologetically.

Haibara Ai asked in confusion: "Isn't the Sumiyoshi-kai connected to the councillors? This kind of thing should be very simple."

"Wouldn't it be possible that your identity would be known to everyone? Who knows, something might go wrong someday."

"Eh?" Huihara Ai asked in surprise, "Didn't you tell Ms. Chiyoko about my identity?"

"of course not."

"So what did you tell her?"

"I didn't say anything, and Chiyoko didn't ask anything either." Yingsheng sighed, "I hope the information about the gold is true, and I can give you some reward."

Huiyuan Ai stole a glance at Xiaolan, and seeing that she looked calm, she finally couldn't help but stand up, ran to Yingsheng, and whispered in his ear: "Is this Xiaolan sister a fake? Are you testing her by saying this?"

"Why do you think so?" Yingsheng asked.

"What do you say?"

Huihara Ai already knew the answer, but she still whispered in a displeased tone: "You are indeed a scumbag who has let down countless people. Do you think that all Ms. Chiyo needs is money?"

"I can't give you anything else." Yingsheng said.

"Then why start?"

“The word ‘fate’ is so wonderful that it is beyond words.”

"..."

Huibara Ai was angry and pinched Yingsheng's waist hard. She had never seen such a shameless person.

Yingsheng remained calm, poured another glass, and raised his glass to thank Xiaolan, "Lan, you are willing to teach the Sumiyoshi-kai members martial arts. Thank you very much. They have learned a lot."

Xiaolan shook her head slightly. "I was only pointing out the people from the logistics company, even though they have tattoos."

"I'll make sure they wash it all off later."

"I heard it's hard to wash it off. The tattoos on their bodies are quite dark."

"How about having them dyed black?"

“…Good idea.”

"I'm so pissed!" Huiyuan ran to Junerick angrily, pulled his sleeve and walked away, "Why are you still drinking tea? Go do the experiment!"

"Eh? Wait a minute, Ai, be careful with the threshold."

Junerick hurriedly followed Haibara Ai and walked away, even bending over to prevent her from falling.

Yingsheng silently gave him a thumbs up, "I think Mingzhi is a good boy."

"Hmm... He seems to be two months older than you." Xiaolan also looked at the two of them, "And Akechi treats Ai as a sister, right? If you keep thinking about love, maybe you are the one with a love brain."

"My mental age is old, and I'm already half buried in the ground. I'm just thinking about how to arrange their identities."

Xiaolan was curious, "In your world, how old is Tianshu?"

"In theory, with the stars."

"What about human consciousness?"

"There is no clear standard for this. After all, Tianshu does not exist independently most of the time, but as a part of Xuantian, it does not have the so-called human self."

Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, "If I say that I find this kind of thing horrible, would it be too offensive?"

Yingsheng said casually: "Fortunately, there are always many people who don't understand. From another perspective, this idea can't be said to be wrong."

"All right……"

Xiaolan changed the subject, "Hina, do you want Xiaoai and Akechi to become a family in name only?"

"I have this idea, but I still have to ask for their opinions later." Yingsheng smiled, "Officer Hatake will be transferred back to Tokyo soon. I was wondering if I could first give Ai and the others an identity in a rural area like Tsukikage Island, and then further improve it later."

Xiaolan said, "I feel like if we can get along peacefully with the winery, they won't push us too hard."

Yingsheng shook his head. "I never thought of letting Xiao Ai live with a mask for the rest of her life, and I will never let her hide in the dark forever. The disguise technique is just a temporary solution."

"Sorry, does Xiao Ai have to go to elementary school?"

"It shouldn't be necessary for now. Let's wait until her identity is confirmed."

The phone vibrated and Yingsheng looked down.

"Oh, we really thought of the same thing."

(End of this chapter)