“Oh, Ai Haibara, how could you say such a terrible joke?”
Sitting on the sofa, facing the Black-Clad Person’s strong supervision, Ai Haibara finally revealed the truth of her prank.
She was not unexpectedly reprimanded by Dr. Agasa, her nominal guardian.
This was too dangerous.
Others might not know, but how could Dr. Agasa not know the maximum power of the sneakers on Kudo’s feet?
If Kudo, after hearing Ai Haibara self-destruct her Black Organization member identity, had directly flown up and kicked her, then with Ai Haibara’s current physical condition, she would definitely have to go directly to the intensive care unit for emergency treatment, the kind where she might not be able to get out of bed for three months…
“Dr. Agasa, I understand… but now is not the time to talk about this,” Ai Haibara said somewhat unwillingly.
She then turned to look at the Black-Clad Person who claimed to be “the one who eliminates Black Organization members.”
“So, may I ask, Mr. urban legend, why are you an enemy of the Black Organization?”
“I remember you have already dealt with several peripheral members of the Black Organization, and now you are on the Black Organization’s blacklist… But no one has found out your identity, origin, or motive, as if you appeared out of thin air…”
“As a pitiful, weak, and helpless Black Organization defector, may I ask the reason?”
…Where did “pitiful, weak, and helpless” come from? I can’t see it at all!
The Death God Elementary School Student was still sulking beside her; he fiercely and secretly glared at Ai Haibara.
But when Ai Haibara noticed his gaze and turned her head, he looked elsewhere to hide his change in mood.
However, although Ai Haibara’s self-perception might be a little off, her words were actually not wrong, and Kudo also really wanted to know the true origin of this urban legend.
Even if an ordinary person wanted to act heroically, they wouldn’t possibly target a criminal organization like the Black Organization, would they?
Kudo remembered very clearly that when his real parents, Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko, returned to Tokyo City to meet him, they had mentioned that the Black Organization was a massive, terrifying criminal organization spread across multiple countries.
Even though his father said he would ask his friends in the International Criminal Police Organization to help investigate the Black Organization, there had been no reply yet, which showed that even the International Criminal Police Organization couldn’t gain any advantage against the Black Organization…
Why would such a terrifying organization be opposed by the Urban Legend of Mihua Town?
Could it be a criminal’s family member who was persecuted by the Black Organization until their family was ruined? To fight against this terrifying organization, they trained hard for decades, returned to fight crime, and swore to eradicate the Black Organization?
Or… some kind of modified human transformed by the Black Organization, who, after being brainwashed, awakened their self-awareness and transformed into a masked hero of justice appearing in Mihua Town, bearing the burden of…
“I think I’ve already stated the reason—the Black Organization is a pest in Mihua Town,” Nara Hikaru calmly said, directly interrupting Kudo’s endless, genre-shifting conjectures.
“They are just like those who dare to commit crimes in Mihua Town, targets of my attack, and their harm is much greater. So, instead of letting these pests repeatedly provoke me, I might as well let them see their own brains first.”
“If you must get to the bottom of it, if you must have a reason, then I will tell you—”
“Because I want to do it, so I did it.”
Because he wanted to deal with the Black Organization, he just dealt with the Black Organization?
This answer was beyond the imagination of the three people present.
But without giving them time to continue thinking, Nara Hikaru had already asked.
“I think I’ve spent enough time here.”
“Sherry, how many identities and strongholds of Black Organization members in Tokyo City do you remember? If you don’t remember or don’t know, then you only need to answer one question.”
“The Black Organization has an elder, codenamed Pisco, whose mission is to communicate with a certain government official. He met you and Gongye Mingmei when you were young and is a member who can recognize your true identity at a glance.”
“What is his real name?”
Ai Haibara was a little surprised.
She didn’t know what Nara Hikaru meant by asking this.
He could even find out the Black Organization codename, mission, and even his relationship with her, but couldn’t find out Pisco’s real name? This was a bit too absurd; it was almost like reporting Pisco’s driver’s license number!
Although she didn’t know if Nara Hikaru was trying to trick information out of her by asking this.
But for safety’s sake, Ai Haibara still decided to directly sell Pisco out.
On one hand, if Pisco, an elder of the Black Organization, knew her true identity, he would definitely choose to eliminate her or submit her to the BOSS as a special individual who had taken APTX4869.
On the other hand, she could determine if the Black-Clad Person’s stance was truly as he said—not a “Black Organization member” but “the one who eliminates Black Organization members”—by whether Pisco was dealt with by the Black-Clad Person.
“…Pisco’s real name is Kenzou Masuyama,” Ai Haibara said without hesitation, revealing Pisco’s real name.
As soon as this name was spoken, a hint of surprise immediately appeared in the hearts of Dr. Agasa and Kudo.
“Kenzou Masuyama? He’s a big shot in the financial world! I think he’s the chairman of a car group?” Dr. Agasa couldn’t help but say.
“Ai Haibara, are you sure Kenzou Masuyama is Pisco, the elder of the criminal organization that Mr. urban legend mentioned?”
Ai Haibara averted her gaze, not intending to repeat what she had already said.
Hearing this, Nara Hikaru, who had no impression of Pisco’s real name, nodded.
He decided to personally verify it.
As for whether he was a big shot? That wasn’t important; what was important was that Pisco had already found a way to die.
The fairest thing in this world was that everyone only had one life.
And, conveniently, Nara Hikaru happened to have two handguns.
The Black-Clad Person stood up.
He seemed to have finished his questions and was preparing to leave.
Seeing this, Ai Haibara unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
However, just as the Black-Clad Person walked to the door of Dr. Agasa’s Laboratory, he suddenly stopped.
The urban legend, still wearing sunglasses, turned to look at Ai Haibara and calmly asked.
“I remember you seem to know Renya Karasuma’s residence.”
“So that I don’t make a wasted trip, I want to confirm again…”
Ai Haibara’s body instinctively trembled.
She looked up at the Black-Clad Person in disbelief, not expecting the Black-Clad Person’s understanding to have reached such a level.
He even knew the information that she knew where that person might live!
“I won’t tell you anything; once you investigate there, everyone involved will be…”
“Is he in Tottori Prefecture?” Nara Hikaru calmly asked, interrupting Ai Haibara’s spellcasting.
Although Ai Haibara was too shocked to answer, the expression on her face had already exposed the truth.
So, Nara Hikaru nodded slightly, left a sentence, closed the door, and departed.
“Then, I understand. Thank you for the information, Ms. Sherry.”
…I didn’t provide any information!
Ai Haibara almost shouted out loud.