Few people dared to walk the streets of Mihua Town at night.
Aside from a very small number of brave individuals or those with ill intentions, no one would walk the streets of Mihua Town at night.
However, Nara Hikaru was an exception.
He walked along the streets of Mihua Town as if taking a stroll, heading towards the Automobile Company of the organization member code-named Pisco, following the information he had obtained from Sakamoto Masayoshi.
Someone was still awake late at night, the lights illuminating their room, and they pushed open the window to look out at the street.
They saw a person dressed in black and wearing sunglasses appear on the street, only to vanish the next moment.
Subsequently, news about the Mihua Town's "Half-man, Half-ghost" urban legend proliferated on online forums.
However, Nara Hikaru did not care about those things.
What if this legend spread widely, even reaching his homeland across the ocean?
After all, this was not his world.
Nara Hikaru, dressed in a black overcoat, raised his head.
Reflected in his vision was the Automobile Company, still brightly lit late at night.
He pulled out another regular cigarette from the cigarette pack, took out a lighter, shielded the flame, and lit the cigarette.
Smoke billowed, seemingly enveloping Nara Hikaru's body.
This made him, with his sunglasses, appear even more mysterious and dangerous.
Three months prior, due to an accident, Nara Hikaru had transmigrated to this world.
He had acquired a body that was not his own and inherited the original owner's memories and name.
After quickly eliminating the enemy who had killed the original owner of the body and caused his transmigration into that body, Nara Hikaru traveled across the ocean back to his homeland, intending to resume his former life.
However, although this world also had his homeland, there was no place for him to belong there.
Therefore, Nara Hikaru went to Kanto Mountain, where yellow sand filled the sky, spending a month to train his body, then returned to Mihua Town, intending to fulfill the original owner's wish—
To bring peace to the nights of Mihua Town, this city of sin.
"The power of words always appears pale and powerless in the face of action."
"Naive fellow, if you can't even understand the language of Mihua Town, how can you bring peace to Mihua Town?"
Nara Hikaru thought of the original owner of the body.
He shook his head, as if lamenting, and said.
A child who had received the kindness of Mihua Town, growing up in an orphanage and fed by many, had his life taken by a robber during an act of bravery one night, and that robber was merely trying to steal a thousand yen note…
This was too ridiculous, and even more ridiculous was that the Mihua Town police couldn't catch such a third-rate, foolish robber.
Finally, he personally caught the robber, hung him on the railing of the rooftop, turning him into a teru teru bozu (a traditional Japanese doll).
His old-fashioned mobile phone—at least to him, it was an old-fashioned mobile phone—popped up a message.
Nara Hikaru tossed the cigarette butt aside and stomped it out.
He pulled out his phone and quickly scanned the sender's name.
Asai Narumi.
The culprit in the reset classic episode "Moonlight Sonata Murder Case" in Detective Conan TV; thanks to this guy's fame, Nara Hikaru conveniently threw those drug dealers into the sea to feed the fish when he passed by Moon Shadow Island.
Therefore, Asai Narumi, after he became the urban legend of Mihua Town, found him along with others he had helped.
He was considered one of the members of the logistics team, although Nara Hikaru didn't intend to have a logistics team.
What he had to do was too dangerous; these people, who originally had bright futures but were driven by their hatred to kill, since he had already done it for them, they should go back and do what they were supposed to do.
He did not open the message to view its content.
Nara Hikaru put his phone back into the pocket of his black overcoat.
He walked towards the main entrance of the Automobile Company, his figure hidden in the darkness, disappearing from sight.
The Black Organization's peripheral members stationed by Pisco at the main entrance of the Automobile Company scanned the dark areas.
But they merely glanced and then looked away.
Because they saw nothing.
This meant they could at any moment face a truly approaching Grim Reaper of the night.
At this very moment, in the chairman's office on the top floor of the Automobile Company.
The organization elder code-named Pisco sat in a sofa chair.
Although his hair was white, the muscles visible beneath his suit showed that his strength and skill had not declined much; as a capable subordinate of the Boss in his youth, he was still much stronger than an average hitman.
And standing beside Pisco was Pisco's designated successor and inheritor.
That was a blond young man in black, muscular, with a pistol hanging from his gunstock.
From his demeanor, it was evident that this young man was also one of the elite action team members within the Black Organization.
In fact, he was indeed a member of the Black Organization's action team, and his code name was…
Ireland.
"Mr. Pisco, is it really all right?"
Ireland asked seriously.
As Pisco's designated protégé, he had always admired Pisco.
In the original work, he even fell out with Gin because Pisco was killed by Gin, and ultimately, due to escalating conflict, he was shot dead by Gin with a sniper rifle just before he could reveal Conan's true identity.
Originally, he shouldn't have been here, but he had indeed come.
Because this was the decision of Rum, the organization's second-in-command.
That madman of Mihua Town, known as Half-man, Half-ghost, indeed had some ability.
Many peripheral members of the Black Organization had died by his hand, and even a member with a code name had unfortunately perished… That member's code name was Tequila.
Therefore, to ensure Pisco's safety and the foolproof execution of Pisco's mission.
Rum specifically assigned Ireland, an organization member closely related to Pisco, to protect Pisco.
However, Pisco himself seemed completely unconcerned about this.
The robust old man lay on the sofa chair and said confidently.
"What Half-man, Half-ghost? Just a madman with an overabundance of justice."
"What kind of master could possibly emerge from a small Mihua Town? Even the famous Heisei Holmes was directly killed by that guy Gin, wasn't he?"
Pisco thought of his arrangements within the company and said even more confidently.
"New Year's Day is approaching, so I have arranged for all company employees to go on holiday early."
"And I have brought in dozens of well-trained peripheral members of the organization to act as security guards, equipped with firearms, guarding various parts of this company. Even if that urban legend really traces us here, really comes… So what?"
"As long as he dares to come, this will be his burial ground!"
The old man said triumphantly.
"Ireland, instead of this, why don't you sit with me, a poor old man, for a while?"
"We can catch up and talk about matters related to you taking over my position after I retire!"