GBP Chapter 181 One Heaven in the Sky, One Heaven on Earth
Chapter 181 One Heaven in the Sky, One Heaven on Earth
"But is this what it feels like to be completely immersed in the world of Detective Conan? How wonderful!"
Holding Sherry, he sneaked out of the hotel through the back door. Kuromon Haruya raised his hand and turned his shoulder, looking at the brand-new world before him with great curiosity.
It's like having a different perspective or a different rendering filter. The world is the same in color, but now it looks so different!
The expressions on the faces of the onlookers on the street were no longer solely filled with fear; instead, they subtly revealed a kind of nonchalant...complacent attitude?
"There have been two incidents at the Beika City Hotel this week, how terrifying!"
"Risk and opportunity coexist! Judging from your reaction, beautiful lady, you're not a local from Beika Town, are you?"
"Huh? Yes..."
"This kind of thing is nothing new in Beika Town." The middle-aged man in shorts and flip-flops, wearing them in the dead of winter, took a long, weary puff of his cigarette. "The name of an address is like a humble name—it's easier to raise someone who is humble."
"If you name your business something like 'Ordinary' or 'Peaceful,' there shouldn't be any problems with normal operations, but don't expect any super high popularity or revenue."
However, if you're aiming to make a fortune, why not try adding words like "rice cake" or "beika" to your shop's name? While the crime rate might be higher, customer traffic will absolutely skyrocket, possibly even explode!
"And what's the price?" the female student next to her asked, tilting her head.
The middle-aged man exhaled another puff of smoke, looking weary. "Didn't I say it already? Of course, it's 'even an explosion'! That's how my shop, which I opened with a loan, ended up closing down."
The female student clasped her hands together and said, "Thank you for your guidance! But... is it really okay to talk about this kind of thing?"
"Yeah, is it really okay for ordinary people to talk about things that reveal the truth about the Conan world?" Kuromon Haruya stood behind them and nodded in agreement.
"Well, anyway, people from out of town will know pretty much after staying here for a few weeks."
Amidst the lightly falling frost and snow, the middle-aged man exhaled pure white smoke, turned, and disappeared behind the automatic door of the pachinko parlor.
"Hmm~ I see, so that's how people living in the world of Detective Conan think!"
After a moment's thought and listening in, Kuromon Haruya came to a general conclusion:
His original perspective was likely a surface-level observation, which we'll tentatively call the surface world. What he saw and heard were edited clips of exciting moments from Beika Town's daily life, making them more dramatic and similar to the effects of an anime.
The current perspective is more like stepping onto the stage as an actor, personally participating in daily life and interactions, which can be temporarily called the "other world"... Perhaps this is Mr. Hanze's perspective?
“The residents of the outer city don’t think there’s anything wrong with the murder, but the residents of the inner city do.” “The timeline in the outer city is basically chaotic within a year, but in the inner city… let me check the time.”
Yoruichi Kuromon opened his phone calendar. Sunday was followed by Monday. It was a five-day work week with two days off, which was reassuringly normal.
"At least our basic sense of time is fine! Tomorrow is today's date plus one, and the weather is normal. Crucially, the year is still distorted within a year, but at least we can live a normal life!"
This is absolutely the best news we've had in a while!
Heaven knows that when Kuromon Haruya and the Conan Era arrived, he wanted to make one year feel like forty, to gain a chance to relax and catch his breath. He didn't want to live one year while others lived forty!
Thinking back to when he first realized that his timeline didn't match up with Ke Xue's, he appeared calm on the surface, but inside he felt like the sky had fallen!
Haruya Kuromon: If I fall asleep, I'll miss five or six cases. Me?
Fortunately, the enemy sent spiders to help solve this minor problem.
"I originally wanted to continue sleeping a little longer to fully absorb the spider's illusion, but Pisco is like a child who can't be separated from adults... He's really a worry."
Asking him to cast an illusion again would probably expose my identity, so I'll have to give up on that idea.
Humming a tune from the boss's email, Kuromon Haruya casually opened Professor Agasa's car door, shoved Sherry into the back seat, and disappeared into the crowd at Conan's call.
......
The black Chevrolet moved slowly through the evening rush hour traffic. Judy, wearing a black wig, stuffed the neatly organized paper documents into her prepared handbag and shook her head at the front seat:
“Show, no tracker was found on the box Pisco provided.”
"Tsk, that's going to be a bit tricky."
With his driving skills and physical abilities, escaping alone from the organization's encirclement wouldn't be difficult. It was with this confidence that Shuichi Akai returned to the scene with Jodie, retrieved the data box that he knew might be a trap, and used himself as bait to cover for his other companions.
There were no extras included with the box. Was it because the organization didn't bother to investigate the whereabouts of this information, or were they genuinely unaware of it?
"Butbel..."
He recalled the conversation he overheard in the fireplace, and wondered who Pisco was referring to when he said "It's so similar."
Judy fastened the suitcase, her eyes scanning her surroundings warily: "Butterbeer? Is that another code name for an organization member?"
"Yes, he's the member in charge of beheading Pisco."
It could also be that consultant with ties to the Japanese police, Haruya Kuromon, Shuichi Akai thought to himself.
With a master of disguise like Vermouth present, Shuichi Akai wouldn't draw conclusions based on a mere glimpse of her from afar.
Butber's identity was exposed far too easily, to the point of being suspicious.
Given the organization's cautious and suspicious nature, they would never tolerate putting all their eggs in one basket. Knowing that the FBI was surrounding and monitoring the scene, any clue that was exposed would be scrutinized later. The risk of betting that the FBI would abandon their suspicions without investigation was simply too high!
Moreover, he had received additional information in the days leading up to the operation. It was still a riddle, revealed word by word amidst the women's painful gasps and cries:
"Be careful, you'll become bait, Butbel. Save the children, Yaru..."
It was precisely because of James's inaction and lack of intervention, as well as this warning, that he set up several spare offices and safe houses in case of unforeseen circumstances—and the current situation proves his judgment correct.
The first part is easy to understand: be careful, Pisco has become bait, and Butber will participate in this operation. But the "children" mentioned in the second part and "Yaru" who seems to be referring to the Black Gate advisor are still uncertain.
As he stealthily drove towards the safe house, mentally reviewing the list of trustworthy individuals, Judy's exclamation snapped him back to the driver's seat:
"What! The organization actually abandoned Pisco!"
Judy was shocked when she saw the latest breaking news on her phone: "Automotive tycoon Kenzo Masuyama has committed murder and is on the run. Police are in hot pursuit!"
"Oh? The organization is actually willing to give up the lucrative Japanese auto industry just to eliminate Pisco?"
Taking the phone from the back seat, Shuichi Akai drove with one hand, browsing the latest news circulating online with great interest:
Police have obtained conclusive evidence of Kenzo Masuyama's murder. Witnesses reported seeing the suspect fleeing in a panic, and a suspicious fire occurred in room 604 of the old building of the Beika City Hotel...
Shuichi Akai's pupils contracted as he looked at the message from a small gossip club.
The photo appears to have been taken from a small alleyway opposite the hotel, where the reporter was standing on tiptoe. This explains the large crowd at the bottom of the photo. At this time, the old building was not yet engulfed in flames; the incident occurred shortly afterward, and Shuichi Akai could even make out the figure of a colleague evacuating.
But that's not the key point. The real focus of this photo is the street view across the street on the far right:
A young man in only a white shirt stands outside the police line, seemingly communicating with a police officer. In the background, a clock in a shop window points exactly five minutes before his last conversation with Pisco!