GBP Chapter 108 The Final Dream of the New Year
Chapter 108 The Final Dream of the New Year
"That wretched crow!"
As she shoved her newly done manicure into the wooden handle of the broom, Koizumi Akako soared through the air, kicking her legs angrily: "I've known since kindergarten that you can't make contracts with demons! You're far from fooling me!"
"But that guy is actually entangled with the Light Demon. No wonder he's so unlucky."
Recalling the swarm of light beside her at the festival today, which stung her skin and almost distorted time and space, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.
"Either lie low or register before the Demon of Light. This era is probably no less stressful than the witch hunt... But thankfully, the Demon of Light will only rule for one year. When that time comes, Japan will be my territory, the Crimson Witch's! Ahahahahaha!"
He vaguely heard a hearty laugh coming from the sky. Kogoro Mouri casually tossed aside an empty beer can and leaned half his body out to look at the sky.
"Dad, be careful not to fall!"
Ran Mouri walked in carrying a bag of food she had bought in advance for the New Year's Eve reunion. Without even putting it down, she quickly picked up Uncle Mouri around the waist and said, "Really, how did you get so drunk! Kuromon and the others are coming over for New Year's Eve dinner tonight!"
"There are no outsiders here. I've met that kid named Fanze a few times myself!"
"That won't do either. I'm taking all the rest of the wine away!"
Carrying the heavy shopping bags, Conan straightened the sea cucumber badge that Ran had picked out for him on his collar and glanced smugly at Uncle Mori.
'At your age, you're still so unreliable, unlike me, who's now Xiaolan's number one support (household chores helper)!'
The previously drunk Kogoro Mouri suddenly felt his long-dormant detective instincts kicking in, and when he looked up, he met Conan's irritating gaze:
"Hey brat, what are you looking at! Believe me or not, I'll give you a few big red envelopes for the New Year!"
"father!"
Holding the warm, slightly hot porcelain bowl, Kuromon Haruya drank a mouthful of miso soup and once again longed for the steaming hot New Year's Eve dinner in his homeland.
To allow housewives who take care of their families to have some rest, the Japanese New Year's Eve dinner mainly consists of various cold dishes prepared in advance. Although the dishes are plentiful and taste good, they are still somewhat lacking.
"You provoked your father-in-law, Shinichi, you deserved to be beaten."
Yoya Kuromon looked at the bag on Conan's head that resembled a mirror cake, and while he appeared to sigh, he was secretly overjoyed.
Annoyed, Conan pulled up his hood, puffed out his cheeks, and retorted through gritted teeth, "Kuromon-kun, laugh all you want, but you might choke on your soup!"
"Shinichi? I heard you mention Shinichi just now, right, Mr. Hanzawa?" Ran Mouri asked, leaning closer to Conan while holding a piece of cherry blossom sushi.
"Yes! I heard that hateful, yet endearing name clearly too!"
With two Shinichi radars positioned on either side, surrounded from both sides, Kuromon Haruya elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue, only explaining leisurely after Conan gradually lost control of his expression:
"That's my nickname for Conan! He's Kudo's cousin, right? Calling him Edogawa is too long, so when he's being naughty, I just call him Shinichi to set a good example."
"I see!"
Kuromon, always steady and reliable, was quickly accepted by Ran Mouri, who even enjoyed it: "This is a great idea! If Conan misbehaves again, he won't be able to get his name back. We can use that to tease Shinichi then!"
"I'm sorry, Xiaolan, then I'll just have to be even more mischievous."
Conan's face flushed as he imagined Ran calling him with a smile, doting affection, and anger.
"Shinichi Kudo".
A chilling, resentful call came from behind his ear. Conan jumped to Ran's side in fright and saw Masato Hanazawa calling his name with an evil look on his face, while letting out a strange, cold laugh.
"That's a great idea, isn't it, Shinichi?"
Ran Mouri/Conan: How scary.
After being subtly poked by Kuromon Haruya, Fanze Zhenren snapped out of his daze and immediately grinned, revealing eight large teeth: "Hehe, you were scared, weren't you!"
Xiaolan gripped the creaking chopsticks in her hand, and chuckled dryly, "Yeah, that's right, haha, what amazing acting skills!"
After finishing the hot soup in the bowl, Kuromon Haruya glanced at the clock; there were still a few minutes until New Year's Eve.
He clutched his stomach, his face pale, stuffed the medicine box beside him into his pocket, and reluctantly left his seat: "Excuse me, I suddenly have a bit of a stomachache, I'll have to leave for a bit."
After comforting Xiaolan and the others with their caring greetings, Heimen Yaoye quickly walked into the office's restroom and locked the door.
"The first dream, that is, a prophetic dream that foretells the future...?"
He turned on the tap, and the icy liquid made his hair stand on end the moment it touched his skin. He braced his hands on either side of the sink, rinsed his face briefly with water, and looked at the familiar face in the mirror—a face that perhaps didn't belong to him.
Brownish-gray hair is not common in real life, as are those green, inorganic, and cold pupils.
My wet hands touched my face and eyebrows on the glass. The more I tried to make my features clearer, the blurrier my reflection became.
“I don’t think this kind of nightmare of constantly revisiting the past is a prophecy. I don’t believe in such trivial things at all.”
I glanced at the hands of my watch; there were only a few dozen seconds left until the end of the year.
Kuromon Haruya opened the medicine box and poured out 26 aptx4869 pills with precision and practice. He then drank the medicine in several sips with tap water.
'Drug-induced spontaneous apoptosis program begins to counteract the elixir of life; during this period, subjects experience respiratory depression, myocardial tingling, and certain hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.'
'Through repeated cycles of repair and apoptosis, body tissues accumulate a large amount of bio-heat from an unknown source. Its core temperature far exceeds the limits of human tissue survival. Under the reaction energy provided by this high heat, aptx will be further activated, thus achieving its goal of formally countering the Elixir of Immortality within the body.'
With his left hand tightly gripping his neck, Kuromon Haruya used his right hand to take off his coat and walked step by step to the corner of the bathroom, where he sat down.
'The maximum tolerable dose of this drug for immortals is three pills. Exceeding this dose will cause fatal damage to the body due to the drug's effects, directly initiating a recovery process. After rebirth, no residual drug A components can be detected in the blood.'
He raised his precisely calibrated watch, looked out at the dark sky, and began to count down.
"10"
"9"
"8"
"7"
'However, there exists a special case that has not been observed by any researchers: under unidentified mystical factors, the elixir of immortality within the immortal's body may riot at the turn of each year. In this case, drug A will act as both a soothing agent and a suppressant.'
"3"
"2"
"1"
"zero."
Brilliant fireworks bloomed in the sky, their trailing glow illuminating the distant, dark night and announcing the arrival of the New Year.
When Hei Men opened his eyes again, he was sitting at the head of a classic Western-style long dining table. Besides himself, six young men dressed in fine clothes but disheveled were waking up from their coma and looking at each other in surprise.
'Strange, wasn't I dead? Did I transmigrate?'