GBP Chapter 219 Workplace Romance is a No-Go!
Chapter 219 Workplace Romance is a No-Go!
"Here comes another unreasonable suitor!"
Conan rubbed his chin, patted Gin's leg sympathetically, and said, "The last time was with Mr. Carl Doss on the Izu beach, right? Looks like you're quite the ladies' man, Kuromon-kun. You're the type who's attracted to both men and women!"
Karl Doss... Calvados? Calvados also pursued Butber?
Gin's heart skipped a beat, realizing that something was wrong.
If only Butbel was preoccupied with romance, that would be one thing; after all, his injury was work-related and wouldn't interfere with his work. But Calvados... isn't he just Vermouth's dog?
By peeling back the layers and counting the clues, Gin was surprised to discover that most of the organization's members had unknowingly been drawn into this chaotic vortex!
It is known that Calvados likes Vermouth and Butebel, and Butebel likes him and Vermouth. Recently, Chianti and Cohen have also been frequently seen together. Other questionable romantic relationships are best left unmentioned...
"If the truth is unknown, there may be a dark ghost!"
In a daze, Gin seemed to see a pair of invisible hands manipulating the entire spider silk, playing everyone with their own hands.
Behind all this, there is probably only one being capable of stirring the hearts of members across departments and codenames—that is, the Lord!
Having figured out the whole story, Gin grinned, his emotions rising amidst a bloodthirsty and unrestrained smile.
To be able to manipulate the situation of everyone within the organization so thoroughly, even if that person's true body is not inside the organization, there must be an informant observing on his behalf!
The fact that the leader hadn't replied to mission instructions for several months was likely an attempt to create the illusion that he was out of touch with the organization and unable to manage affairs, thus numbing those restless cowards.
People are most easily swayed by love, yet also most unable to see clearly; emotional strategies are even harder to trace than private maneuvers. In a sense, if used well, they can be a highly sophisticated interference strategy!
Having connected all the clues and opened the door to a new world, Gin raised his hand and encouraged Conan by ruffling his hair: "Conan, thank you for your concern."
"No, you're welcome?"
Although it's unclear what Brother Heimen is thanking for, protecting his brothers is his inescapable responsibility as a comrade-in-arms!
"Alright, alright, since the client has cancelled the request, let's go back!" Kogoro Mouri slurred, rubbing his hands together with a lecherous grin, daydreaming, "Perfect timing, there's a variety show featuring Yoko this afternoon! No need to watch the recording, hooray!"
"Dad! Be serious!"
The belated siren of the police car arrived with the waves, stranded outside the somewhat desolate scene at the gas station. Staring at the deserted convenience store seats, Inspector Megure pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, a wave of dizziness washing over him.
"Takagi, I'll leave this to you! I'll go borrow a thermometer from the clerk."
"..."
"...In short, that's the current situation. Vienna, I'm truly sorry—"
With a rip, Kuromon Haruya ripped off his disguise mask and, sporting a messy, fluffy hairstyle, collapsed into the blankets on the hospital bed.
Keiji—I've ruined your son's 26-year reputation... no, it seems like it was almost gone when he was dressed as a woman.
"Don't worry about such trivial matters. It's good that you're safe and sound. Dealing with that kind of thing... must have been tough too." With half of his body supported by a brace, Asagi put down the sheet music and gently patted his back with her only free hand, her left hand.
"I was just about to ask, Butber, what did you bring that smells so good?"
Kuromon Haruya pulled a picnic basket out from behind her: "Some greeting fruit, the sheet music you asked me to bring over. And the special deluxe handmade sandwiches that I bought downstairs in Poirot!"
"Bourbon, he wouldn't go so far as to investigate Gin because of his bad luck, would he?"
"No, not at all." Kuromon Haruya shrugged. "But judging from Gin's expression, he's clearly remembered him. Good luck to him~"
According to Gin's instructions, this operation is top secret, and the specific details of the mission are a secret to be buried with the dead—if this cannot be complied with, the organization can help take it to the grave.
If Bourbon happens to cross Gin's line of defense, well, I can't imagine how stressed Sogrid would be.
As he spoke, Kuromon Haruya turned his head, took out the sheet music and examined it: "Naruma, you must live well on your own... Are you looking at the sheet music left by Keiji-sensei again?"
"Ok!"
Asagi chuckled and flicked the cast on his leg with his finger: "This is like a charging station for me after I finish my mission! Every time I brush past danger, and then look at my father's instructions, I get a real sense of being alive and grounded."
"I think your father would prefer to avoid danger as much as possible and not push yourself too hard on missions!" Kuromon Haruya pouted and complained.
"Haha, this is the only time I've ever been in such a critical situation! Besides, I have you and Guinness by my side now, so I'm not alone anymore, am I?"
I just suddenly started thinking about what my father went through during the time I was hospitalized. Why did he collude with the village chief and others to engage in smuggling, and why did he decide to quit?
I've heard that musicians compose a requiem for themselves before they die, but my father chose to leave those words to me.
Lying on the soft, sun-warmed quilt, Kuromon Haruya lazily opened one eye and casually guessed:
"When someone suddenly changes, it's often because of some external interference. Maybe some busybody persuaded Mr. Keiji to fully realize the harm of poison, but didn't offer any real help..."
"...Sorry, my head is a little foggy. This speculation is going too far!"
"It's okay, I'll figure it out someday!... But why do you seem more troubled than I am, Butber?" Asagi couldn't help but burst out laughing.
There was no way anyone could help but feel saddened by seeing Yoruichi Kuromon sighing and smoking a Pocky biscuit. Besides, twelve years had passed, the great revenge had been taken, and Asano Sakai had indeed lost that sense of ruthlessness that had driven him to self-destruction.
However, as he detached himself, Mr. Kuromon, an outsider, became increasingly empathetic, which was not a good thing.
"By the way! I have a question I'd like to ask you!"
Asami suddenly raised her voice and patted the bed to divert attention: "Since Gin has labeled my identity like this, does that mean I really have to pretend to be a gay man who likes you for a while?"
"How should a gay man portray this?"
“…Good question.” Kuromon Haruya was taken aback, and after thinking about it, he gasped.