As soon as he entered the house, he alertly touched the pistol at his waist. Only after seeing the person clearly did he resume his gentle smile.
"I'm back...how do I have time to make so much food?"
Kuroki walked to the dining table and fried steak, grilled saury, egg custard, and a bowl of miso soup.
"I see you have ingredients in the refrigerator, so I made them while I was waiting for you." Haihara Ai sat on a chair and teased the hamster in the cage, "Have you... been drinking?"
"A little bit." Kuroki Ren found a chair close to her and sat down, lying on the table and staring at her intently.
"...Watch what I do, eat." Haiyuan Ai felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so she turned her head and said dryly.
Kuroki Ren smiled, gently and dotingly: "Okay."
He could still feel the burning in his stomach, so he simply took a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth. The warm taste instantly filled his lips and teeth.
Haihara Ai casually poked at the salad in front of her with her fork, glancing at Kuroki Ren's expression from the corner of her eye.
She hesitated for a moment, then said: "I have something to tell you... Just eat your food."
Kuroki Ren swallowed the soup obediently.
"This afternoon, my original intention was to let Miss Lan and Detective Maori come to the doctor's house together." Haibara Ai poked at the vegetable, "But I only succeeded in convincing Miss Lan. Later, it seemed that the doctor dragged Detective Maori over and sat down.
A while."
"Kudo said, you are going to assassinate Detective Maori today..."
Kuroki Jin interrupted her lightly: "So, you think you interfered with my actions?"
Hui Yuan Ai stared at him silently, and then saw him smile.
Warm palms touched the top of her head, and then she heard him chuckle: "What's wrong with stopping me from killing someone?"
Her heart warmed, but she shook her head hard to prevent Kuroki Ren from continuing to play with her like a cat.
"It's okay, Shiho." Kuroki Jin continued to eat and drink as if nothing was wrong, "As long as you are safe, you can participate in the rest like the great detective."
"I don't like killing people at all, even for Maori detectives. I didn't like it before, I don't like it now, and I won't like it in the future, but..."
"This is a means, a means to achieve the goal, so I will do it."
Kuroki Ren's expression was solemn, and he said with rare seriousness: "So I'm very happy that you can stop me... Of course, if you stop me like that guy who kicked a football over and exposed his whole body to Gin's eyes... Speaking of which
I'm so angry, can I go slap him now!"
As Kuroki Jin spoke, the unknown fire in his heart was aroused, and he almost slammed the table.
Hui Yuan Ai: "..."
She covered her forehead and sighed, swatting away the paw of the man next to her and letting him continue eating, with a brief smile on her lowered face.
She likes him, he radiates warm sunshine from the inside out. How can someone not like such a person when he shines into her gloomy world?
But this is not the reason for his claws to push further.
After the meal, Kuroki took over the task of washing the dishes. Hearing a noise at the door, he looked over and saw that Haihara Ai was about to leave.
"I'll see you off later?" He didn't say anything to ask her to stay, because he knew she still had things to do when she got back.
"Doctor came to pick me up." Haiyuan Ai waved his hand, "I'm leaving."
Kuroki Ren responded inside the house, and when he heard the sound of the door closing, he shook off the water drops on his hands and looked at the shiny dishes in front of him in a daze.
There was one thing he said that was not true to his heart. In fact, he really wanted to kill Mouri Kogoro - not only for personal vendetta, but also because of Kudo Shinichi.
After Kudo established a relationship with the FBI, he became more difficult to deal with. His recklessness will eventually affect their actions.
He was not referring to actions like the assassination of Yasuki Domon.
And once he loses the protective umbrella of Mouri Kogoro, he will not use his own identity to participate in the organization's affairs, even for the safety of his childhood sweetheart Xiaolan.
It's a pity that I missed this opportunity. This road is basically unworkable. In addition, the closeness between Kudo and the FBI has increased a lot.
Can't Rye restrain those people from the FBI? Especially that woman, don't you doubt that it's reasonable for a kid like Edogawa Conan to do such a big thing?
It's good that the FBI has rye on their side. If those lunatics from the CIA knew that there was a drug experimenter like Edogawa Conan active outside, they would probably take him back for dissection and research even if Tokyo was bombed!
Even if he goes to the Japanese police, it would be better than going to these two inhumane organizations in the United States!
Do you want to find an opportunity to arrange for Bourbon to get in touch with the little detective? This idea flashed through Kuroki Jin's mind, and then his eyes lit up and he felt that it could be a big deal.
With that Bourbon guy's repulsion towards outsiders... I guess he could start a fight with the FBI, right?
Wrong.
Kuroki Jin threw away the plate in his hand, and suddenly thought - he knew that Bourbon and the traitor Rye would fight to death as soon as they met, so would that gentleman not have thought of it?
Is it possible that Shuichi Akai, who has been with the FBI for so long, still suppressed Bourbon from dealing with it?
This time between him and Gin... they won't be used as a shield for the public, right?
Kuroki Ren was a little tired, so he quickly washed away the remaining dishes, relaxed his mind and fell on the bed.
He can calm down tonight, but there is an undercurrent surging within the organization and it is starting to move.
"...This is unfair!" The young man gritted his teeth and slammed the document onto the table.
The person sitting opposite him rubbed his noisy ears impatiently.
"Pisk, keep your voice down, I'm starting a group."
"How long has it been and you are still playing games, Vanilla!" Pisk looked fierce, looking like he wanted to kill someone.
Vanilla Wine sighed helplessly, looking at the character who died due to an operation error on the screen, and lost interest in continuing to fight.
"This game of yours is not very good. It is too easy to operate and is not suitable for young people today." He unplugged the disk from the computer and threw it back. "The market will not be very big."
"I'm not discussing this with you!"
"Okay, okay," Vanilla Wine raised her hands in surrender, "What do you want to express, your dissatisfaction with Porter's promotion to S? Or your dissatisfaction with yourself for not being promoted?"
"I——"
"Wake up, that lord is very good at checks and balances. If Gin hadn't complained about Porter's behavior this time, it would have been impossible for Porter to accept that lord without breaking away from Gin.
reused."
"You want to advance so much...could it be that you also want to escape from Rum's control?"
Pisk's expression changed, he stood up and stared at the vanilla wine.
Vanilla Wine leaned back on the chair as if nothing was wrong, and looked at Pisk as if he were looking at a clown.
Pisk leaned half of his body on the table and stared straight at Vanilla Wine's fair face:
"Be careful of your mouth." He grabbed the game disk and left Vanilla's office without looking back.
Vanilla Wine didn't care about his threats. He listened to the door being slammed shut, and the knife hidden in his sleeve slipped into his hand. He quickly rotated it with his flexible fingers and looked at the appointment documents on the table that had been torn into a ball by Pisk.
The organization is going to be in chaos, he thought.