"I shouldn't see news of the Dark Knight killing someone in the newspapers tomorrow, right?" Conan sighed weakly, sitting between a pair of sisters.
"You should get out of the car!" Ai, seeing the car had stopped at the Mouri Detective Agency, proactively opened the car door, jumped out, and waved, signaling him to alight.
Don't worry, even if he kills someone, no one will know.
He might even be sealed in a cement drum and dumped into Tokyo Bay.
"Honestly, aren't you worried at all?" Conan scoffed after getting out of the car.
Ai swiftly closed the car door, buckled her seatbelt, and leaning her head, spoke to the famous detective outside the window: "Some people are worth more dead than alive."
"Naïve fellow."
"Sister, let's go."
After she finished speaking, she directly closed the car window, crossed her arms, looked straight ahead, and told Akemi to drive.
"Oh..." Akemi, who had been watching the two bicker, snapped back to reality, started the car, and drove home.
The famous detective shook his head and turned to walk upstairs.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and glanced at his watch, his expression shifting.
It was already the middle of the night, and the children hadn't come home tonight; they had all gone to Professor Agasa's house. How did he end up getting inexplicably left behind???
This camping trip was really...
...
"Heh heh, what do you people know?"
"I have a friend who's done even more exciting things!"
In a room with the lights off and curtains drawn, Shinichiro Akagi sat in front of a computer screen, his hands clattering on the keyboard.
Judging by the chat content, he seemed to be boasting about something to a group of netizens.
However, the protagonist of the story was a friend of his.
"Ding dong!"
"Ding dong!"
"Ding dong!"
...
The doorbell rang incessantly. The person outside seemed very impatient, pressing it more than ten times in a few seconds, which was utterly irritating.
"Coming!"
"Stop f**king pressing it, or I'll beat you to death!" Akagi replied, then cursed loudly, rising from his computer desk.
He wasn't bragging when he said that; as a thug in a large yakuza organization, he probably had to beat up a few people every day before he could sleep!
What he said online, the deeds of his "friend," were actually his own.
"Ding dong!"
...
The doorbell didn't stop with the threats; instead, it grew more intense and urgent.
"Damn it!" Akagi grabbed the ashtray from the table, ready to go out and throw ash in the person's face, then give them a cut!
With anger in his heart, Akagi, his eyes red, twisted the doorknob. Even if it was a child playing a prank at the door, this ashtray was going to be used today!
"You look like you're good at fighting?"
The door opened, and a man wearing a mask and a hooded black outfit stood at the entrance, asking him with a cold smile.
"Clang!"
The ashtray in his hand fell to the floor. It was of good quality and didn't shatter, only scattering some dust. Akagi, barefoot, took a small step back, swallowed, and stared fixedly ahead.
Only by the faint light in front of the apartment door could he make out the other person's appearance in the darkness.
Why, why was this person here!
"Nice place to live."
The man walked in very casually, closing the door behind him.
"I, I am..." Akagi's eyes widened. Just as he was about to state his identity, the other person interrupted him.
"I don't care whose subordinate you are."
Only upon actually meeting this figure from urban legends did Akagi realize how terrifying the cold voice that people spoke of was.
With the crimes he had committed, if he were truly exposed, being beaten to a pulp would be the lightest punishment.
No!
I can't die like this!
The phone!
I need to make a call, maybe Big Bro will step in to protect me!
Tsuneo stood still, watching the other party run into the room and lock the door. He chuckled coldly and walked slowly, step by step.
It was a full ten stories high; he wasn't afraid the other person would jump.
"!!!"
Shinichiro Akagi picked up the phone beside the desk, frantically dialed a number, and at the same time, looked back in horror at the violently impacted door.
Was this some terrifying dream?
Wake up quickly!
After a moment of silence.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang."
The door was kicked open, and the door lock was incredibly distorted, having been completely mangled.
"Did you get through?" Tsuneo asked, amused.
If he's that scared, he might as well just jump off the building.
The repairman had no idea how terrifying his appearance was, suddenly showing up at someone else's house in the middle of the night.
It wouldn't be wrong to call him a 'ghost' from a horror movie.
"B-Big Bro, it's the Dark Knight, the Dark Knight is here!" Shinichiro Akagi, gripping the phone, heard the connection sound, suddenly came to his senses, and yelled for help.
Big Bro often handled matters with the boss, frequenting various high-end establishments; he was a well-known figure.
"Dark... Knight?" The person on the other end of the phone, perhaps just woken up, was clearly a bit confused.
"It's me."
Tsuneo, one hand gripping the terrified and struggling punk's hair, answered the phone with the other, speaking coldly.
"Beep beep beep..." The call was directly hung up.
"It seems he doesn't want to collect your corpse," Tsuneo said, dropping the phone at his feet and looking down at the other party.
Shinichiro Akagi watched the approaching hand and listened to the busy signal on the other end of the phone, falling into complete despair.
It wasn't that he was unwilling; he simply didn't dare.
In all of Tokyo, aside from the police, probably no one would dare collect his corpse.
Of course, that's if the police could even find his body.
Tsuneo glanced at the photos on the table and the chat logs on the computer screen.
"My clients are not your gossip fodder..."
...
Several days later.
Mouri Detective Agency.
"L O V E"
"I love Yoko!"
Conan looked at Uncle Mouri clowning in front of the TV, his eyes like dead fish.
Shouting like that at a concert or a live broadcast program was one thing, but sitting at home, watching a videotape he'd seen countless times, why was he so excited?
Uncle Mouri, holding a paper megaphone, was cheering loudly as if no one else was there.
"With that kind of energy, he'll live at least another fifty years," Tsuneo said, looking at him with his tool bag on his back.
Judging by his attire, it was clear he was out and about as a repairman today.
The Iroha Sushi shop next door downstairs had a small problem, and he had come to help fix it. After finishing, he came upstairs to say hello.
"You too, you guy..." Conan looked at Tsuneo, speechless.
Although there hadn't been any reported cases related to the Dark Knight recently, this person definitely hadn't been idle.
(End of Chapter)
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