Shinichi Kudo… is gone!?
Heiji Hattori was slightly surprised.
At first, he just thought it was a joke.
Boys always like to fool around outside and go back when the time comes. That's how he often treated his own childhood sweetheart, Kazuha.
But after Hattori found Shinichi's childhood sweetheart (Ran Mouri) to inquire about the news, he suddenly learned that Shinichi seemed to have "gone out of town to investigate a case" and hadn't returned.
Based on his keen intuition, Hattori was shocked to infer that Shinichi Kudo had effectively disappeared.
No… you can't think so yet.
Disappearance obviously means something happened, but the other party may not have been harmed yet.
Walking out of the Mouri Detective Agency, Hattori looked back.
Ran was waiting with confidence. This meant she likely hadn't sensed any mortal danger yet. Close people can usually sense when something is wrong with each other—unless Shinichi was deliberately hiding it perfectly.
So.
Is Kudo really investigating a case?
Hattori became interested.
What kind of case requires Kudo to avoid involving his closest people?
Yes.
This obvious operation to avoid harm to relatives cannot be hidden from another detective like Hattori.
And the danger that is enough to force Kudo to cut contact is naturally a feature of Major Cases. Similar to a deep-cover drug enforcement operation.
Unknowingly, Hattori arrived at the amusement park where Shinichi was last seen.
Tropical Land.
The park was still bustling with people during the holidays.
The innocent nature of children made Hattori smile knowingly.
Then he was kicked in the shin by a naughty kid running past. He staggered, and his smile disappeared instantly.
He hated naughty kids.
But… there are no clues to refer to…
With a dark face—and his dark skin giving the impression that he was always in a bad mood—Hattori scanned the crowd.
In his detective vision, the crowds of people seemed to slow down.
Old people, children, men, women… and yesterday's Roller Coaster Murder Case…
Kudo disappeared right after that event.
Hiss… headache.
Without effective clues, Hattori could not find any way forward.
He could only turn around in frustration. As he did, he brushed shoulders with a sturdy man in black…
Hmm!!??
Man in Black!?
Hattori's eyes suddenly became sharp.
He turned around and looked.
The man was indeed tall and sturdy. He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, looking completely out of place.
He was carrying three boxes.
"Crow?"
Hattori stared at the box in great confusion through the mesh ventilation.
Yes.
That was a Crow.
An old crow that looked like it was dying.
It was not a rare species. It meant that the other party was not a criminal poacher or trafficker of exotic animals.
However…
He had to admit that the smell of Gunpowder on the other party had successfully attracted his attention.
He had grown up around his father, the Chief of the Osaka Police. He was very familiar with the scent of firearms.
Interesting.
A big fish was found.
In order to avoid misjudgment, Hattori secretly searched through his father's official police database on his phone.
Confirmed.
This person was not a registered official or officer.
Since he was not an official, the illegal possession of a gun was enough to excite Hattori.
Just like Shinichi. As a detective, he lived for the thrill of the chase.
But he had to find evidence. If he reported the case without evidence, his father would break his legs.
Hotel Room
"Big Brother, I'm back."
Vodka felt aggrieved because he never got reimbursed for running errands for Big Brother.
Seeing Gin's calm expression when he took the boxes, Vodka felt even more aggrieved because he probably wouldn't get reimbursed this time either.
Gin was quite satisfied.
These three crows… even an outsider like him could see the decay and aging.
This kind of crow would be hard to find in a regular pet shop. You have to go to the black market or specialized animal dealers.
Vodka's ability to get things done was really comforting.
And he didn't have to spend his own money.
So…
Gin looked at the old crow in the box indifferently. He didn't think his next move was unacceptable.
In his past training, he had even eaten insects to survive in the wild. It was just meat protein.
A Ritual that Mortals could "See"…
Then wait.
Wait until the so-called "Time of the Devil" (Ouma-ga-toki) in Japanese folklore.
That is from 17:00 to 19:00 in the evening (Twilight).
Or from 3:00 to 5:00 at dawn (The Witching Hour).
Mizunotsuki Residence
The interesting Black Organization.
Seiran Mizunotsuki had become interested in Gin.
This guy's performance was obviously not as anticlimactic as in the original anime.
In the original, Gin was frighteningly fierce at the beginning, but later he became the only competent worker in a factory of idiots, busy fighting "Fake Wine" (spies) all day long.
It was ridiculous that a villainous killer was the only one working hard while everyone else was an undercover agent.
However, Seiran could see something from Gin's performance in the past two days.
Bold, careful, cautious, and smart.
No wonder the Boss of the Black Organization trusted Gin so much.
"No..."
Yumi Miyamoto woke up with a start.
She was woken up by the sensation of swelling.
Seiran naturally had to take the blame.
Daylight Indulgence was the most sensible use of time, so why waste it sleeping?
That's right.
Last night, this girl drank too much with her girlfriends (Sato and the others) and wandered into Seiran's room in a daze.
Could Seiran be a saint like Liu Xiahui?
No…
So her feet began to sway towards the ceiling again.
I have to say, this confused police officer was quite resilient.
She didn't even flinch, even with drool at the corners of her mouth.
Although there was a suspicion that she rolled her eyes and fainted earlier, Seiran didn't mind it.
If she can resist, let her resist…
"Wait, wait! I don't want to—" Yumi's protest slurred into a gasp as Seiran's fingers tightened around her wrists, pinning them to the silk sheets above her head. The hangover pounded behind her temples, nausea churning in her gut alongside something hotter, darker. His knee parted her thighs with effortless strength, the crisp linen of his trousers abrasive against her bare skin.
'No, no—I'm a police officer—' The thought fragmented as his free hand slid under her disheveled uniform skirt. Calloused fingertips grazed the damp cotton of her panties, tracing the swollen outline of her labia. Yumi bucked her hips instinctively, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
Ah… ngh…
"Liar," Seiran murmured against her ear, breath scalding. His thumb pressed hard against her clit through the fabric, rubbing in slow circles. "Your cunt's dripping through these pathetic little panties."
Yumi's back arched off the bed as pleasure lanced through her. Shame burned her cheeks—she could feel the slickness soaking the cotton, smell her own arousal mingling with his sandalwood cologne. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, tearing them down her thighs with a single sharp rrrip. Cool air hit her exposed pussy, making her inner muscles clench around nothing.
'Stop him—arrest him—' Her training screamed through the fog of alcohol and lust, but her body betrayed her. Hips lifted involuntarily as he spread her folds with two fingers, exposing her flushed pink entrance. A drop of clear fluid beaded at her opening, glistening under the morning light filtering through the blinds.
"See?" Seiran's chuckle vibrated against her throat as he licked a stripe up her neck. "Even your tight little police cunt knows its master."
The crude words sent another gush of wetness between her legs. Yumi bit her lip until copper flooded her tongue, trying to stifle the whimpers building in her chest. His fingertip circled her entrance, teasing—
**SCHLICK**
—then plunged knuckle-deep without warning. Yumi's scream shattered into ragged pants as he crooked his finger, rubbing relentlessly against that spongy spot inside. Her cunt clenched around the intrusion, slick walls fluttering in helpless rhythm. A second finger joined the first, stretching her with burning intensity.
Ngh! Ah! Ah!
"Pathetic," Seiran sneered, scissoring his fingers wider. Yumi's hips jerked off the mattress, chasing the friction. "Moaning like a whore when you should be cuffing me."
Tears blurred her vision—shame, pleasure, fury tangled into an unbearable knot. Her nipples hardened painfully against the starched fabric of her uniform blouse, each brush of the material sending jolts to her throbbing clit.
'Resist—fight—' The command dissolved as his thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles that matched the thrust of his fingers. Her thighs trembled, toes curling as tension coiled tighter, tighter—
He withdrew abruptly. Yumi whimpered at the emptiness, cunt pulsing around phantom fullness. The metallic rasp of a zipper filled the room. Her eyes widened as Seiran freed his cock—thick, veined, already leaking precum at the tip.
"N-no—" she choked out, scrambling backward until her shoulders hit the headboard. "I'm a police officer—you can't—"
Seiran gripped her ankle and yanked her toward him in one fluid motion. Yumi's skirt bunched around her waist as he hauled her hips to the edge of the bed, knees hooked over his shoulders. The head of his cock pressed against her soaked entrance, smearing precum across her swollen lips.
"You can file a complaint later," he purred, blue eyes glowing with cursed energy. "After I've filled your useless cunt."
**THUD**
He sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. Yumi's scream tore through the room as her inner walls stretched around his girth, burning with the strain. Seiran groaned, hands vise-locked on her hips.
"Fuck—even tighter than I thought," he gritted out, pulling back until just the tip remained before slamming home again. "Bet no one's fucked this pristine police pussy before."
Yumi shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her temples into her hair. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, the slap of skin echoing obscenely. Her cunt ached—raw and oversensitive—but the pain only sharpened the pleasure coiling in her belly. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every snap of his hips, sending sparks dancing behind her eyelids.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
"Look at you," Seiran taunted, fingers digging bruises into her thighs. "Dripping all over my cock like a bitch in heat."
Yumi's moans pitched higher as his pace quickened, the bedframe slamming against the wall with each thrust. Her pussy fluttered around him, squeezing rhythmically as pressure built to a breaking point. She could feel his cockhead grinding against her cervix, the stretch bordering on painful—yet her hips lifted greedily to meet every stroke.
"G-gonna cum," she slurred, nails tearing at the sheets. "P-please—"
Seiran's hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. "Cum then," he growled, blue eyes blazing. "Cum all over your superior's cock."
The command shattered her last shreds of control. Yumi's back arched violently as orgasm ripped through her—cunt clamping down in rhythmic spasms, juices gushing around Seiran's pistoning length. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as pleasure whitewashed her vision.
**THUD**
**THUD**
**THUD**
Seiran fucked her through the convulsions, his own release building rapidly. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and held there, cock pulsing as hot cum flooded her depths. Yumi whimpered at the sensation—oversensitive walls twitching around the sudden rush of heat.
They stayed locked together for long moments, both panting harshly. Cum leaked from her stretched pussy around the base of his cock, dripping onto the silk sheets below. Seiran withdrew slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as more of his seed trickled from her well-used hole.
Yumi lay boneless, limbs splayed like a broken doll. Her uniform was torn, makeup smeared, eyes vacant and unfocused. A thin strand of drool trailed from her slack lips to the pillow.
'Arrest… report…' The thoughts floated through her mind like distant radio static before dissolving into blissful emptiness.
Seiran traced a finger through the mess on her inner thigh, bringing it to her lips. "Open."
Yumi obeyed instinctively, tongue laving the bitter-salty mixture of their fluids from his fingertips. Her vacant eyes stared past him, pupils blown wide with residual pleasure and cursed energy intoxication.
"Good girl," he purred, stroking her flushed cheek. "Now rest. You'll need your strength for round two."
As he turned toward the ensuite bathroom, Yumi's trembling fingers brushed the handcuff key still clipped to her belt. The metal felt cold against her skin—a reminder of the life unraveling with each drop of cum seeping from her ruined cunt.
She closed her eyes, letting the key fall back against her hip. The scent of sex and sandalwood clung to her skin, heavier than any uniform.
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Outside the Hotel
Ah-choo!
Hattori Heiji couldn't help sneezing.
Bad weather.
It should be a hot summer day, but the weather these two days seemed particularly cold.
Hattori, who came from Osaka, couldn't stand the Tokyo chill and could only mentally complain about the Man in Black.
He ran really far, all the way to Hatsukaichi (near Hiroshima).
And he stayed in such a good hotel. He must have done something illegal!
Because Hattori knew that commercial profiteering usually leaves a trail.
But the hotel was high-end. It's okay if you have money, but the hidden dangerous aura of the Man in Black made Hattori unwilling to let it go.
He could only stay not far from the hotel to ambush them.
I can't see clearly…
Although the buildings upstairs had large windows, the curtains were drawn. He couldn't see inside.
He hesitated for a while.
He played with the communicator specially used to notify the Metropolitan Police Department in his hand.
Hattori didn't know whether the other party would give him a chance to find clues.
So he decided to overturn the table if necessary.
If the Man in Black went downstairs and left directly, Hattori would not let him off. He would call the local police to detain him for questioning.
There was no way he could have mistaken the smell of gunpowder.
Inside the Room
The Time has come…
Gin's eyes were fixed on his pocket watch.
It was 5:00 PM in the afternoon. Twilight.
Before he started, he opened the notebook he had flipped through several times and compared the instructions again.
That's right.
The steps in his memory were not wrong.
He quickly opened the box and grabbed the Old Crow that was cawing weakly.
"Gaga…"
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