Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

Chapter 281 New Bodyguard

The poison was administered by Mr. Omura, the writing teacher, because he hated Nojima, and the original target was also the owner of Nojima's bookstore.

The German book was deliberately placed upside down, and a small piece of poisoned utility knife blade was stuck on the top of the page where it could be picked up.

The case was initially defined as attempted assault because there was no record of the victim going to the hospital and he could not be identified at the police station. Without charges, there was no victim on paper.

There was no victim, and Omura's lawyer made some arrangements, and the charges sent to the prosecutors turned out to be a mistake, which almost caused harm. So he couldn't even be charged with a criminal offense, and naturally he didn't even have to go to court.

A week later, Omura's five-day detention and warning punishment was completed, and he successfully left the police station.

However, it was not Omura who found the lawyer on his own initiative, but he came to help him voluntarily.

Omura was also quite puzzled by this.

"Lawyer Ooi recommended a job." Maori Kogoro waved the notebook in front of Conan, "Kid, thank me. I will take you with me."

"Lawyer Ooi?" Conan recalled, "The family inheritance lawyer of the Morikawa family?"

"Yeah." Maori Kogoro looked at the client notes, scratched his ears, and laughed out loud, "It's a long-established Japanese food restaurant that lost its family heirloom pot, and Lawyer Oi specifically asked to take you with him. It's located in Shimonoseki, and it's the weekend anyway, so I'll take Xiaolan with me, and food and lodging are included. We serve puffer fish sashimi, puffer fish hot pot, fish milt, fish jelly, and a glass of fin wine, hahahaha."

"I see. I didn't expect Lawyer Oi would go out of his way to introduce a job to my uncle." Conan exclaimed.

"And the remuneration is very generous. After all, I am also a famous detective." Kogoro Mouri laughed with his hands on his hips.

"After all, he is a lawyer." Karasuma Akiko rested his hand on the armrest of the sofa, supported his chin, crossed one leg over the other and looked ahead, "I specially asked him to help you, Mr. Omura, get out of the police station as soon as possible."

Gin snorted softly, grabbed Omura's hair, lifted his head and dragged him to the sofa, "You really value Bourbon. You even took action for him yourself. You even transferred Maori Kogoro for this."

"That detective had some luck, but this guy is the culprit who made you work overtime for a week to accompany me to school." Karasuma Akimitsu was wearing a black slim suit, a dark blue shirt with two buttons open at the collar, and his long golden hair over his shoulders was loose. He was sitting on the sofa in Omura's apartment.

Gin let go of his hand, and Omura, whose hands were tied behind his back, fell directly to the ground, curled up his legs and trembled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"You haven't done anything wrong to me." Karasuma Akimitsu smiled and raised his foot. The toe of his black leather shoe lifted Omura's chin. "But you have caused me trouble."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Omura's glasses were crooked, and he was forced to look up and look at Karasuma Akimitsu, "I really didn't expect you to come to the library that day."

"Remember this in your next life. If you want to kill someone, just use your knife. Don't come up with any messy plans or traps." Karasuma Akitsu raised his shoe and stepped on Omura's face. He pressed his head against the floor with a little force and rubbed it hard. The glasses broke in the middle, and one lens shattered.

There was blood on Omura's face, which slid down his cheek and onto the broken glasses on the floor.

Karasuma Akira's bare feet stopped moving, and Omura's body trembled even more violently due to the pain: "Sir... please forgive me... I can compensate..."

Karasuma Akimitsu ignored the voice of the person under his feet and looked at Gin: "Are you sure you want to go to America next week?"

"Cointreau asked me to go get the latest weapons and armaments." Gin nodded, "They can't be left for long. I'm almost a week late. Someone broke into the warehouse last time."

Karasuma Akimitsu sighed, "It's true that business is important. But Armagnac said the bourbon will take another week."

"Calvados?"

"Give him some mercy. Last time he accompanied me shopping, he looked dizzy in the crowd."

Gin counted the combat-capable codename members and was surprised to find that most of them were not in the country recently, such as Tequila and Chianti, or were not suitable to be bodyguards.

However, it was Karasuma Akimitsu's requirement from the beginning that he must have code members as bodyguards when he goes out, and he would never compromise on this point.

For this reason, he asked Shuichi Hamura to stay at home and take care of the housekeeping affairs and no longer follow him. After all, Shuichi Hamura's fighting ability is so strong that if there is real danger, Karasuma Akimitsu will have to protect him.

Gin thought for a moment and said, "I'd better postpone my visit for a week."

Karasuma Akimitsu waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it. At worst I can just take a week off."

"Well, take a leave." Gin nodded immediately. As for the one-week courses he accompanied, he felt that these classes were not too difficult for Karasuma Akimitsu, especially since there were two professors who, for some reason, were sweating profusely in the middle of the class and asked students to study on their own.

After deciding on the plan, Gin looked down at Omura on the ground and asked, "Are you still going to kill him?"

The man on the ground shrank back and tried to escape, but Karasuma Akira stepped on Omura's face with force with his bare feet until it was deformed, then he bent down, stretched out his hands, and put on alloy gloves.

Before the man could scream, the spike on the sharp metal nail on the index finger pierced into his temple. It paused for a moment after being inserted a little, and then the finger sank suddenly, with half of the index finger knuckle inserted into it, and red and white substances were squeezed out from the gap between the knuckles.

Karasuma Mingguang licked his lips, stirred it gently, and looked at the blueberry jam that was squeezed out: "It's a rare variety."

Gin nodded: "Burn this place?"

"I checked his resume. He has very simple interpersonal relationships. This identity can keep him alive." Karasuma Akimitsu's mouth curled up, "It's time for our organization to have a writer."

"…Looking for a gunman?"

"Burgundy will provide the works." Karasuma Akimitsu pulled out his fingers, and more blueberry jam spilled out. He took the tissue handed over by Gin and wiped his hands. "Let's find someone to deal with the body. Is there anyone among our code members interested in becoming a novelist?"

"There should be quite a few among the peripheral members."

"Let's find someone who needs to change his identity to replace Omura." Karasuma Akimitsu stood up from the sofa, stepped over the bloodstains and broken glasses on the ground, and walked out the door.

Gin took out his phone and sent emails to arrange things while following behind and saying, "What about this apartment?"

"Clean it up and let our people move in. Oh, by the way, I remember there was a thug from the Mud Club outside who wanted to do something cultural. Find someone to train him and give him a slight adjustment on his face."

"Yes, boss."

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"Gin has left?" Armagnac asked with a smile on his phone, "Who is the boss's bodyguard now?"

"I think I need a new code member. I can't be unable to go out without Bourbon and Gin, right?" Karasuma Akimitsu sighed, "Gin asked me to stay at the manor these few days."

"Then I can recommend one to the boss."

"New code name member?" Karasuma Akimitsu asked curiously.

"No, the old one. Rye."

Karasuma Akimitsu choked on his saliva and coughed a few times before saying, "What? Are you sure? Am I crazy enough to call the FBI?"

"Anyway, he has been classified as dead by the FBI, and I have investigated thoroughly. Even the boss who sent him undercover is dead. This means that his kite strings have all been cut, and now he has lost his memory. It is very suitable for him to return to the organization." Armagnac said happily.

"What on earth are you thinking about?" Karasuma Akimitsu asked curiously, "Is there something wrong with the examination of Rye yesterday?"

"No problem. That's the problem. It's been a month. The proliferation of his stomach and liver cells has begun to slow down, but he is very healthy! Maybe it's just like what you said, Boss, he can live for more than two months!" Armagnac said happily, "And after I transfused 400cc of his blood into Bourbon, his body stabilized. There's no problem in delaying it for another week or so! There's no need to use Bourbon's body."

"Just because of this? There's no need to shove it in front of me. Tell me the truth, what did you say?"

"Cough..." Armagnac coughed unnaturally.

"… related to me?"

"That post recorded that Shuichi Akai joined the organization through a woman, and then he dated that woman. After he defected, the woman died last year."

"Hmm?" Karasuma Akimitsu tilted his head, "Yes, he has an ex-girlfriend, but because it involves other code members, it is classified as confidential."

"He seemed to think that woman was you. The post did not contain the basic information of the lady."

"Why?" Karasuma Akimitsu asked calmly.

"As for the time, Nagai Hikaru also died at the end of last year." Armagnac glanced at the information, "Around Halloween last November."

"What did you say?"

"I explained that the boss was not a woman before, she just wore women's clothes. Maybe he made a mistake?" Armagnac suppressed his smile.

"continue."

"He said he knew. He had seen and touched your entire body."

"..." Karasuma Akimitsu took a deep breath, and cursed a thousand Chinese words in his mind, "Then why do you want to stuff this sick guy in my place?"

"He wants to have more contact with you. If you agree, he is willing to cooperate with me in more testing experiments." Armagnac was very frank, "Boss, this is for science!"

"I don't have the spirit of devoting myself to science." Karasuma Akimitsu refused, "But did you personally go to test the data for Hei Rye yesterday?"

"No, it's from the video. Didn't the boss tell us not to meet him directly? I'm a very obedient person." Armagnac said regretfully, "Boss, Rye's data is really important. If we can figure out why his cells can be active for a long time, we might be able to create a perfect body for him."

"…Does collecting that data require Rye's cooperation?"

"Because drawing spinal fluid is very painful. If he feels too painful and refuses to cooperate, or just runs away, even if he is caught later, the data will not be as good as that from voluntary cooperation." Armagnac said seriously.

"Okay. I'll let Kurome be my bodyguard this week." Karasuma Akimitsu exhaled, "Just need him to accompany me when I go to Tokyo University for classes."

"Okay, I'll inform him of the good news right away. Do I need to give the boss his contact information?"

"…No need, I have it."