Two Living Yama Kings

Ai Haibara made a deadpan face, having a strong feeling that the last sentence was the only true one.

I knew you clearly just wanted to take a peek at what she looks like in advance, didn't you?

As expected of you...

Ai Haibara thought for a moment, then continued asking, "Then if Miss Kinoshita keeps her promise and comes, and we meet her later, should we tell Professor Agasa?"

"Not yet."

The smile on Fujino's face remained unchanged: "The promise is before sunset, we will wait until sunset to tell him, let him feel disappointed first, and when he's disappointed, pull him up from the bottom of the abyss with a single phone call."

"Cast down to the abyss, and then pulled back up from the abyss..."

Ai Haibara felt helpless: "You shouldn't give the Professor a heart attack with your stimulation; he's not very young anymore and can't handle being tossed around."

"No big deal."

Fujino casually pulled out a first-aid kit: "Heart-saving pills, ICE, adrenaline—I've prepared them all. Even if the old man drops down to the King of Hell, I can still resuscitate him."

Ai Haibara: "..."

I think you're the living King of Hell, aren't you?

Ai Haibara felt helpless. Everything about her household's man was fine, except that he was inexplicably a bit black-bellied and had a bit of a mischievous streak.

Clearly a very serious matter, yet he managed to make it extremely unserious.

Giving off the strong vibe of a villainous mastermind behind the scenes.

Yet as a woman, she felt that Fujino was doing a great job.

Ai Haibara empathized somewhat with Kinoshita.

If it were her who had written such a letter and then left, she definitely would have kept the promise written in it.

Even if forty years passed,