After speaking sternly, he walked out with his hands behind his back.
A few people followed, Furuya Rei's lips pressed tightly together, his face almost contorted with visible rage.
[Reborn's eyes flickered, "Heh, interesting."]
Colonello crossed his legs leisurely. "Sigh, the same old tricks again. How is it that even in a different world, the patterns remain the same? I'm sick of seeing them."
Feng Wenhe: "Interests and power are the same no matter where you are. Wherever there are people, there is a Jianghu; where there are many people, the situation becomes chaotic, numerous factions arise. Throughout history, countless historical events have taught us this truth."
Colonello's eyes went vacant. "Here we go again. You're starting with the grand lectures again. I know you're knowledgeable, so there's no need to show it off like this."
Feng Wenhe smiled faintly.
Compared to the good atmosphere on this side, the atmosphere in the Conan World was not just a little bit cold and tense.
Edogawa Conan, who had been observing the Black Organization, was surprised to find that the blonde-haired, dark-skinned man inside was actually within the Black Organization's scope. Wasn't he a police academy student?
Or he is an undercover agent sent to the police academy by the Black Organization, but they have already sent Sawada Tsunayoshi, who has a clean background, so the possibility of sending another one is very small.
Or perhaps this police academy graduate will become an undercover agent within the Black Organization after graduation.
The answer was obvious.
He looked at the people over there, who were almost frozen in place, feeling quite nervous and worried. At that moment, he felt a sudden sense of relief that he would lose his memory after going out; otherwise, this meticulously planned scheme would have gone down the drain.
"What a surprise." Vermouth lit a cigarette; smoking here wouldn't cause the smoke to drift toward others, so she would be the only one to smell it.
So you're a cop. You're quite good at disguises. Who would have thought that the cold-blooded and resourceful Bourbon in the Organization is actually one of the police? At least, I didn't expect it.
Vermouth stared at Furuya Rei teasingly, like a blood-sucking succubus.
Gin's expression was terrifying enough to scare a hundred children to death—the kind that would be written into books as a great villain, where parents would whisper in the ears of children who refused to sleep, telling them that if they didn't go to sleep, Gin would come to catch them.
It shows just how terrifying his expression was.
Bourbon, fine, you're doing just fine.
Staring gloomily at the rat before him who had actually managed to deceive him, Gin radiated killing intent: "Hide your tail well; it would be best if I don't catch you."
Furuya Rei raised an eyebrow, his face showing not a trace of fear or guilt: "Just because you saw something, does it mean it is what it seems? Don't forget that our world doesn't have Vongola; the fact that he can come here, who knows if that's from a parallel world."
“Don't treat things from other worlds as our own business. Can you not even understand such a simple concept? Are you still three-year-old children?”
His words were incredibly blunt, practically shouting to the world that Vermouth and Gin were idiots.
Vermouth arched her eyebrows. "Oh, you have a point there."
It's just that I've thought of someone; I wonder if you have any impression of them.
Gin said sinisterly, "Scotch."
Vermouth: "Do you still remember Scotch, your partner? He was your friend, wasn't he?"
Furuya Rei's thoughts were involuntarily pulled back to that bloody night by this name, a massive sense of helplessness and rage surged within his heart.
Rye Whisky is an undercover agent, he and Hiromitsu are also undercover agents. It's too ridiculous. He never thought deeply about who was at fault that night. He only felt a sense of powerlessness within himself.
No matter how much turmoil surged in his heart, Furuya Rei's face was always flawless: "Oh, this is interesting. Parallel worlds are quite fun."
In any case, he would never say that he was an undercover agent.
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A few people followed Onizuka Class to a large, open bathroom where I was located. The space was spacious and bright. His majestic gaze swept across everyone's faces. "For the next month, this will be the location of your punishment. In addition to the class's fixed cleaning duties, you will also be responsible for the cleaning tasks here. I will conduct inspections at a fixed time every day; don't even think about slacking off on my account."
Furuya Rei stood up, looking directly at Onizuka, "Teacher, I object. This isn't just our fault. If we are to be punished, what about them? Why are they allowed to remain uninvolved?"
Seeing Furuya Rei step forward, Sawada Tsunayoshi also followed closely behind. This matter had arisen because of him, so even if he couldn't find the words, he had to show his attitude.
As soon as Sawada Tsunayoshi took a step forward, he felt all eyes on him, the words he hadn't even finished organizing tumbled out of his mouth: "I-I-I-I, Teacher, please don't punish them, I'll just clean it up by myself."
I'm very good at cleaning, I'll definitely clean it very thoroughly.
Damn, I wanted to say that a bit more beautifully.
Onizuka Class wanted to act more intimidating, but facing Sawada Tsunayoshi's sincere gaze, his tone softened instantly, even if outsiders couldn't quite tell.
Put this matter aside for the time being; the school will give you a chance to speak, so don't worry. I've shown you the bathrooms for now, so come back to clean them tonight. Dismissed. Go back to your classrooms for class.
What should I do? I've actually dragged others into this.
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt terrible, after his teacher left, he thanked the others, "Leave the cleaning to me, you were all just being kind."
Hiromitsu had a look of tolerance in his eyes: "How can that be? You don't need to feel guilty; I came to help of my own accord, I don't regret it."
Matsuda Jinpei said casually, "This doesn't sound like you at all. Last night you were clearly so.. ahem, I mean, it's fine, just consider it an act of charity on my part."
Hara Kenji gave Matsuda Jinpei a suspicious glance, but he still told Sawada Tsunayoshi immediately that it was fine; how could he possibly let his friend be left all alone and helpless?
Date Wataru patted his chest.
Furuya Rei said seriously, "This is not your fault."
Sawada Tsunayoshi was deeply moved. So this was the police force—there were so many good people!
While speaking, Hara Kenji leaned in and winked at him, "Can little Sawada Tsunayoshi tell me what happened last night? Tell me in secret."
Sawada Tsunayoshi stole a glance at Matsuda Jinpei and Furuya Rei, only to be caught by the sharp-eyed Hara Kenji. He leaned in closer: "Oh my, why are you looking at little Matsuda and the others? Is there some secret you can't tell Kenji?"
Speaking of which, it was quite strange; Hara Kenji was a person who was warm on the outside but cold on the inside. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't open his heart to someone he had just met, let alone use intimate names or speak intimate words.
Sawada Tsunayoshi is different; just by looking at him, one feels that this child must be a good person, a person worth befriending.
He couldn't say what the reason for this feeling was; it was probably just his personal intuition.
Therefore, he could speak intimately with Sawada Tsunayoshi while still maintaining a certain distance.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was caught red-handed, a jolt of electricity shooting up his spine, his back instantly straightened. "N-no, it's nothing, uh, because yesterday, because yesterday Matsuda Jinpei helped me out, he's a good person."
Please don't ask any further questions; what happened last night is quite embarrassing to talk about.
Hara Kenji let out an "oh," without saying whether he believed it or not.
As the group arrived at the classroom, someone suddenly shouted, "Ah, the Second Killer is actually from our class!"
What the hell was a "Number Two Killer"? Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't figure it out at first; he only felt that the looks everyone was giving him were complicated, filled with admiration mixed with fear.
After thinking about it, what on earth was "Number Two"? His face instantly turned red from his forehead down to his neck, his head felt like it was about to burst into flames.
Fine, such vulgar words.
He really didn't do it on purpose!
Matsuda and the others were laughing uncontrollably, even on Furuya Rei's originally stern face, a smile surfaced that he could not suppress, the corners of his mouth curling upward uncontrollably.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was speechless. He might as well just call him Feicai Gang; at least that sounded somewhat human. He might be a bit useless, but at least he wasn't a freak.
The second-ranked killer or something, it sounds like someone who's just looking to take it out on society.
Ah, stop laughing, you guys, that's too much.
The youth's face still bore a lingering bashfulness, now tinged with a touch of annoyance, looking like a round, angry tomato.
They laughed even more happily.
The police academy had begun. In the morning, everyone was asked to introduce themselves, but when it was Sawada Tsunayoshi's turn, the atmosphere became particularly enthusiastic, causing him to blush deeply as he hurried back down with his head bowed.
In the afternoon, they went to move books, then attended two safety awareness classes; formal classes didn't officially begin until the second day.
On the first day of school, they were still quite relaxed. Everyone went out laughing after finishing their morning routines, but some people would have to wait.
The few people receiving punishment would have to wait until everyone else had left before they could clean the bathroom.
"Wow, it's so dirty, they are so unhygienic," Matsuda Jinpei said with a grimace.
Sawada Tsunayoshi slid smoothly away from him.
He grabbed Tsunayoshi, "How can you make it look so easy? Is there some kind of trick to it?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi pondered for a moment, "There's no trick to it. It's just accumulated experience. I wasn't very good at it when I first started, but I've gotten the hang of it after doing it many times."
Hiromitsu also smoothly mopped the floor: "Sawada-kun is so hardworking at home, truly excellent."
Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head and spoke honestly, "The classmates asked me to do the duty; if I do it more often, I'll become proficient soon."
He tilted his head naively. "If I do duty for twenty days a month, I'll become proficient very quickly."
The other five:!
Nari!
Chapter 49: Conan Live Day 10
How could anyone have the heart to hurt this child, who is so adorable? School bullying, indeed.
They all understood the implication in Sawada Tsunayoshi's words; why would a student need to perform duty for twenty days a month? It could only be school bullying.
Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed to be merely stating the facts, rather than harboring any resentment.
What a good child!
Everyone didn't realize that Sawada Tsunayoshi was short simply because of his young age; hearing about this tragic state, they thought he was short because he had been used to being oppressed.
Hiromitsu: It's too hard; the world kisses me with pain, yet he responds with a song.
Date Wataru: Such a resilient will.
Matsuda Jinpei: So it makes sense that he was so imposing last night; he was probably suppressed for too long, which resulted in a dual personality.
Hara Kenji: Poor little Sawada Tsunayoshi, don't worry, no one can bully you here.
Furuya Rei silently gripped the mop, mopping the floor even harder, faster, more efficiently.
Ten minutes later, Sawada Tsunayoshi stared blankly at the five people who acted as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Flames seemed to be burning fiercely behind them as they scrambled to get work done, asking him every minute if he was tired, thirsty, or if he needed to take a break.
Sawada Tsunayoshi:?
Does he look very weak?
After finishing the cleaning, everyone went to rest. Carrying a sense of doubt, Sawada Tsunayoshi entered his third day at the police academy.
He was woken up early in the morning by a bugle call to go for morning drills. The police academy was massive, they ran laps around the track, lined up according to height. As a matter of course, Sawada Tsunayoshi stood at the very front.
With a clear view of everything, all he could see was the fierce instructor's Tsunayoshi: Eh, did they all grow up on hormones? Why are they so tall at fifteen or sixteen years old? They are even more outrageous than Yamamoto and Gokudera Hayato.