GBP Chapter 278 Psychological Testing: Butber & Guinness (3)
Chapter 278 Psychological Testing: Butber & Guinness (3)
"Okay, the next question is: After joining the organization, have you experienced a shift in self-perception, a sudden strong interest in certain individuals/groups, or a feeling of confusion and disorientation?"
Fanze Zhenren answered almost without thinking: "No. Rather, it was only after joining the organization that I felt my life was finally on the right track."
"Next question: If new codename members are added in the future, what type of talent would you like to have?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Fan Ze's eyes: Adding new members? Why ask such a question?
Supplementation implies absence, and absence reveals two possibilities: either a member with a codename will be removed, or the current staff will be expanded. Regardless of the latter's pros and cons, if it's the former...
Could it be that someone in higher positions is planning to take this opportunity to oust Mr. Kuromon?
A low pressure slowly dissipated from his body. As he sat up straight, his heels slammed heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.
Fanze Zhenren clearly showed his displeasure: "I am very satisfied with my current comrades, especially the team leader, and I don't care much... Let the higher-ups decide this kind of thing."
"Okay, okay. Next..."
"..."
"...Finally, have you heard any rumors recently about special relationships with other members?"
Fanzawa Masato: ...So he really came for Mr. Kuromon!
As soon as this question arose, Fan Ze's suspicions were resolved.
There are rumors within the organization, but almost none about the "relationships" of the codenamed members. Generally, it's considered a big deal if a codename is circulated outside the organization. If he knows of any romantic relationships, it's only with Mr. Kuromon and those two!
Fanze, who had originally planned to report on Kuromon Haruya's condition, immediately stopped himself from doing so: he wasn't so confused as to not be joking or sabotaging his teammates!
He shook his head: "Not for now."
"Not only must they deny it, but they also need to choose another codenamed member to draw enemy fire, preferably someone who is unlikely to be retaliated against or whose actions are indeed true."
Thinking this, a burly, reliable black figure appeared in Fan Ze's mind: 'Speaking of which, Vodka sent a message a few days ago bragging that he had obtained a lot of celebrity merchandise through insider channels and wanted to repay this friend, whom he referred to as "her."'
But is this really a good thing? On one hand, there's a rare kindred spirit; on the other, there's a close brother who's been through thick and thin with you and has supported you through thick and thin...
No, if you think about it that way, there's really nothing to hesitate about.
Instantly realizing the truth, Fanze Zhenren looked away, his mouth agape in sudden realization, and dryly mentioned, "But if we're talking about rumors, Vodka seems to be having some kind of ambiguous relationship with someone lately."
"Sorry, Vodka! You have Gin to protect you, Mr. Kuromon only has me!"
The crow, huddled in the ventilation duct, blinked its beady eyes, severing any empathy.
Mr. Fanze, although the idea of making this choice is touching, your acting is terrible!
Surprisingly, Kyosuke Kazato actually emphasized this in his record and marked it as "highly credible".
Haruya Kuromon: ?
For a moment, the boss had the idea of getting rid of Kazeto and replacing him with a normal doctor for testing.
"The inspection is complete. Thank you for your cooperation, Lord Guinness. Next is Lord Butber's turn. You may rest in the lounge below for a while."
After leaving through the door and confirming the information he wanted to verify, Kuromon Haruya returned to her own body.
"As expected, Mr. Fanze is not from this era, or rather, this timeline."
In the actual timeline, Shinichi Kudo completed his first deductive deduction and solved a case last year, on the plane to Los Angeles with Ran.
According to Fanze Zhenren's memory, his father was arrested and imprisoned after his tenth birthday. Even if Fanze had just come of age, it was still at least 10 years ago.
The enormous difference between ten years and one year cannot be explained by reasons such as memory distortion or the fact that Shinichi Kudo's first real case was not solved last year. Perhaps a similar connection exists in the other world of Beika, where some of the original inhabitants are also aware of the extremely unusual dangers of Beika Town and have become accustomed to it, making sarcastic remarks about it.
After encountering Hanzawa, Kuromon Haruya also deployed an investigation into Hanzawa Makoto and his family, and eventually obtained a piece of information that was encrypted with black borders.
In the minds of his subordinates in the world of Detective Conan, this information was complete and incomprehensible, except for the fact that it was specially encrypted specifically for Kuromon Haruya. Even if they tried to learn it through their subordinates, they would quickly forget it or develop a cognitive bias.
Turning off the hairdryer that was making his forehead burn, Kuromon Haruya leaned back in his chair, stretching out his body for a long time: "Just like how I can't remember what I looked like in my past life—"
He could no longer remember what exactly happened at the decisive moment in the Twilight Villa battle, or what he lost in his attempt to perish together with the demon.
"However, it's better not to remember the past. One cannot live in the obsession with the past."
In the empty, pristine white lounge, the windows blocked out the sound of rain, and it seemed that only eternal silence slumbered here.
"Mr. Kuromon!" Master Fanze pushed open the door, breaking the silence. "My test is over. It's your turn next!"
Kuromon Haruya, who had been lounging on the back of his chair, lazily got up and said, "Okay~"
"By the way, I have some guesses about this test."
He listened patiently as Masato Hanazawa explained his conjecture, and Haruya Kuromon nodded earnestly, waving to her companions.
"I'll remember this favor. I'll treat you to Chinese hot pot next time!"
After bidding farewell to Fanze, Heimen Yaoye, camera in hand, silently arrived on the second floor like a ghost and gently knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
The thin hospital gown could not conceal his noble bearing. The moment I stepped into this space, a tense and indescribable sense of crisis washed over me.
Haruya Kuromon smiled gently and held the camera to her face.
"It's been a long time, Dr. Kazato. Shall we start shooting the promotional poster now?"
Gulu.
The moment they saw him, the two doctors in white coats widened their eyes and their hearts jumped into their throats.
Kazato subtly raised his right hand and pressed it against his abdomen, the memory of being gently interrogated by Gin resurfacing in his mind; Doi, on the other hand, had shining eyes, the typical look of a researcher, not worth paying attention to.
"Long time no see, please have a seat." Kazeto bowed and invited him to sit down, then cautiously inquired, "Lord Butbel, perhaps we should proceed with the testing first? The filming request can be completed later..."
Haruya Kuromon waved his hand:
"It's okay, you can continue with your normal work. I'll just take a few photos along the way."
He leaned against the armrest, his imposing presence subtly concealed. His long, powerful legs stretched out, crossed over each other, appearing remarkably relaxed, like a black panther licking its fur.
"My first question is..."
On the other side, Fanzawa Masato, who was changing his clothes in the downstairs lounge, suddenly looked behind him as his phone buzzed on the stool.
"Hey, Gin, what's up?"
His deep, icy voice remained unchanged, instinctively conveying an aura of insurmountable power.
"Guinness, immediately gather in the underground parking garage of the DK building with your weapons. It's time to get to work."
"Huh? But Butber is still being tested..."
"I know."
Gin glanced at the rapidly moving, scarlet location marked 'Ireland' on his computer screen and stubbed out his cigarette.
"This operation doesn't require Butber; sending you is enough."