novelaction Chapter 194 Bourbon, who is male on the left and right.
Chapter 194 Bourbon, who is male on the left and right.
As wisps of white smoke rose, Kuromon Haruya inhaled the aroma of coffee and smiled faintly: "Nice to meet you. I am Kuromon Haruya. You can just call me Kuromon."
A long trench coat was draped over his shoulders, and Fan Ze, his fingers interlaced, looked up from his reverie.
"Good day, store manager. My name is Fanze Zhenren. You can address me however you like."
"This is our signature breakfast sandwich, please enjoy."
Setting down his plate, the young man, wearing a Poirot Café apron and sporting a small braid, looked around and then gave an elegant bow to the two people at the bar.
"It's nice to meet you all! I'm the manager of this shop, Minashiro Sami. Please take good care of me from now on."
"Please take care of me."
"..."
1, 2, 3... 3 seconds passed, and no one spoke again.
His left hand, holding the cup, trembled slightly, creating ripples in the coffee. Kuromon Haruya tentatively peeked out—
Then he was met with the distorted faces of the other two, each trying to suppress a laugh.
"Pfft, hahaha, I can't take it anymore! Why are you two being so polite?!" Fan Ze clutched his stomach and collapsed onto the table.
"How dare you talk to us like that, real person?! At least the Black Gate's behavior is normal, your pose is so pretentious!"
Ding.
Setting down his teacup, Kuromon Haruya's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you two know each other?"
"..."
Asagi and Hanzawa were taken aback. They leaned back, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and pressed down on Kuromon Haruya's shoulders.
Fanze Zhenren: "Shopkeeper, I think I've found the most pretentious person in the world."
Asagi nods: "Sir, I think you're right."
Kuromon Haruya shrugged: "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
"Kuromon Haruya—"
The three men exchanged glances, then burst into laughter, pulling and tugging at each other. The Poirot Café, which was temporarily empty of customers, was suddenly filled with the cheerful smell of alcohol.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Masato, your taijutsu has improved a lot!" Pulling the claw off his face, Kuromon Haruya pulled up his clothes that were about to fall off, and defended himself, saying, "Seriously, how can observing etiquette be called faking it?"
"Mr. Kuromon, I know your personality completely now. You can't fool me." Hanzawa whispered in Asagi Narumi's ear:
"Sungmi, don't be fooled by his innocent appearance. He loves to use his natural excuses to do bad things!"
Despite initially treating Mr. Kuromon as a gentle young man living alone, even remembering to take him along to pet stores on his birthday, he gradually realized that this guy was a natural-born rascal!
He's quite shrewd when carrying out missions, and usually very considerate and easy to talk to. But at certain times, Mr. Kuromon can be quite outrageous—unintentionally saying something insightful, unintentionally attacking his teammates, and unintentionally coming up with some outlandish and terrifying ideas.
It's like someone going out to take pictures in a park, passing by skyscrapers, and suddenly muttering to themselves, "This one on the left looks like it's more explosive than the one on the right!" That's like a terrorist's statement!
But to Fan Ze's surprise, Asagi Shinobu simply nodded, seemingly unsurprised:
I'm sorry, but I had a feeling about this when Kuromon first disguised himself as Miss Elena!
"Hmm~ Are you guys talking badly about the team leader?"
After circling behind the two, Kuromon Haruya cast a probing glance at them.
"No, no, no! That's impossible! I'm asking if it's really okay for Narumi to appear in society with his original appearance, especially downstairs at the Mori Detective's place where he solves cases?"
"Hmm...that's certainly a bold move, no wonder it's Vienna, the organization that's been dominating lately!"
"it does not matter."
Asagi pulled out a newly issued ID from the lining of his collar: "The organization has already changed my registered dental and medical records."
"The murderer of the Moon Shadow Island serial case, Asagi Nami, has already died in the fire. The one standing in front of you now is just Poirot's unemployed distant nephew."
"This inspiration came from you, Kuromon. I've heard there are at least two people in Japan who look exactly like Shinichi Kudo, so it's not surprising that I look like Asano Minami!"
Narumi was led astray, while Masato Hanazawa stood by, feeling ashamed.
"Oh, right, speaking of Kuroba-kun, we haven't finished talking about the case we encountered a few days ago!"
Unsure whether the two knew Bourbon's true identity, Kuromon Haruya decided to offer a brief hint: "When Ran and I were ordering food, we encountered a somewhat suspicious blonde waiter..."
Ding dong!
A crisp ringing came from the welcome bell installed at the entrance of the shop, and Asagi immediately tidied up the clutter in his hands and looked up to greet the customer: "Welcome to Polka Cafe!"
The bright morning light shimmered on his light golden hair; his skin was dark, and his droopy blue eyes were very memorable.
People meeting him for the first time might mistake him for a foreigner because of his facial features and prominent nose, but Asano Minami knows that's not the case...
That's Bourbon! What's he doing here!
Asahi glanced at the other two without making a sound: Oh no, I just came back from a mission and haven't had a chance to share the information with Mr. Kuromon and the others yet.
As if on cue, Heimen Yaoye fumbled for his teacup: "Oh no, could Bourbon be after me?"
Unbeknownst to the two, Amuro Tooru was also experiencing a similar turmoil at that moment:
Vienna? Why is he here, and why is Kuromon Haruya here too? The two seem to know each other.
"Wow! It's a foreigner you only see in big cities!" Completely out of it, Hanzawa Masato nudged Kuromon Haruya with his elbow, teasing her with a deliberately cheeky grin. "Blonde hair and blue eyes, just your type~"
"Mr. Amuro, it's been a long time."
"Long time no see... Mr. Sami." Amuro Tooru's smile was somewhat forced as he stared at the employee name tag on Asami's chest.
"It's you again, Mr. Amuro. Thank you for your help before."
"It's nothing, it's what we citizens should do."
Watching the three people exchanging pleasantries fluently in Japanese, Masato Hanzawa blinked, belatedly realizing that it seemed, it was as if, that he was the only one who didn't recognize this blond handsome guy.
Amuro Tooru watched them talking with smiles on their faces, but Hanzawa, with his perseverance from training day and night in the organization, sensed a hint of murderous intent.
As expected, after a friendly greeting, Amuro Tooru looked at Hanazawa and emphasized the last few words with a kind expression:
"Sir, although my appearance is somewhat unusual, I am a native Japanese, both in body and mind!"