Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

A safe house, while many might interpret it literally as a safe house in a security sense, assuming it's hidden from view, with even the doors specially treated for bulletproofing, and perhaps secretly equipped with hidden compartments behind bookshelves where pressing a book reveals an entire wall of weapons—

However, the truth is that these so-called "safe houses" are just ordinary people's homes or even ordinary hotel rooms, without any special security measures, which is quite like a great hermit hiding in the city.

Therefore, the organization's safe house was kept clean and cozy, with a strong sense of living.

A cardigan was casually draped over the sofa in the living room, several open magazines were scattered on the coffee table, and there was an unfinished cup of coffee next to it. An old but well-maintained television set sat on the TV cabinet, next to a pile of DVDs of various kinds. And on the wall not far away hung a bass bag, but it was unclear whether it contained a real bass or a sniper rifle...

Akihara Kazumitsu was increasingly satisfied with the view and couldn't wait to move in.

Zhu Fujingguang secretly tightened his grip on the gun with one hand, staring at Su Dai. He tried his best to adjust his facial expression, revealing a gentle smile: "Now you can tell me, what exactly is the mission?"

"What's the rush?" Akihara Kazumitsu continued to look around the house as if he were inspecting it, then walked back from the inner room to the outer room, seemingly casually approaching Morofushi Kagemitsu.

“But you previously used the term ‘emergency mission’,” Morofushi Kagemitsu reminded him with a smile.

"Is that so?" Akihara Kazuhiro casually replied as he walked past the other person, his target the kitchen.

Zhu Fujingguang froze. Su Dai had seemingly touched him unintentionally, and in that instant, the pistol he had been holding, ready to fire, had vanished.

"Ah, you mean that? That mission is indeed important, but before we get down to business, shouldn't we take care of our stomachs first? Life in the organization is always stressful; it's good to relax a little once in a while."

As Akihara Kazumitsu chatted away, he opened the refrigerator door in the kitchen, as if he were a long-time friend visiting his home.

Morofushi Kagemitsu struggled to maintain his smile. Indeed, how could he forget? This guy had once, right before his very eyes, voluntarily removed his mask, casually tossed it into the void, and displayed abilities akin to magic…

Akihara Kazumitsu took some ingredients out of the refrigerator, turned around to look at him, and his smile remained relaxed and natural:

"I've heard that although Scotland is a culinary wasteland, our Scotch whisky is quite good at cooking?"

Morofushi Kagemitsu tried his best to appear less tense. Although he still had doubts about the other party's true intentions, he smiled and replied in a cooperative manner, "I heard? I didn't even know my cooking skills were so famous in the organization."

"Hmm... I guess Bourbon said it." Akihara shifted the blame to Amuro Tooru without any hesitation.

"..."

Perhaps it was because I was too nervous that I felt there was something else going on whenever I heard Su Dai speak.

"I'm not particularly good at it, but in order to survive, you have to learn some basic life skills."

"Oh, I see." Akihara seemed completely unconcerned, instead glancing at Morofushi Kagemitsu and then at the kitchen, as if to say, "Why aren't you coming over here to take the ingredients from my hands and start cooking?"

Zhu Fujingguang's lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but admire Su Dai's excellent acting skills. He even thought for a moment that the other party was really just there to freeload.

He sighed helplessly, stepped forward, took the ingredients from the other person's hands, and went straight into the kitchen.

"Okay, I'll just make something simple. You can go wait in the living room."

Although he said that, his eyes never left Akihara Kazuhiro, keeping an eye on the other's every move.

Akihara Kazumitsu didn't stand on ceremony. He first went to the living room and flipped through the stack of DVDs. He picked out a "Kamen Rider" disc with great interest and fiddled with it for a while. When he finally saw the picture appear on the TV, a look of joy appeared on his face.

He was secretly watching Morofushi Kagemitsu out of the corner of his eye: ...

Soon Akihara lost interest in the DVD and instead took down the bass bag from the wall, opening it to find that it was indeed a white bass.

"Hey, Scottish senior, can you play bass?" Akihara Kazumitsu leaned against the wall, casually adjusting the bass's pitch.

"I know a little bit, it's just a hobby to pass the time." Why did he suddenly call me "senpai"...? Morofushi Kagemitsu looked away and focused on the simple lunch he was making.

Very good, the Zhuge Liang family, who are related to Zhuge Liang, indeed have the talent to play stringed instruments.

"Hey, why are there still light novels on the bookshelf? Could it be that Scotland..."

"It was a room arranged by the organization; I don't know."

"Wow, who is the cover artist for this book, 'Is It Wrong for an Ice Sword Magician Who Was Created into Another World by a Dump Truck, Dominates the Academy, Becomes the Strongest in Another World, and Starts a Slow-Paced Farming Life'? It's drawn so beautifully."

"……I have no idea."

……

Such pointless conversations continued for a long time until Su Dai finally lost interest in the furnishings of the room.

The good news is that he remained very polite and did not open the drawers or rummage through Morofushi Kagemitsu's personal belongings, so there was no embarrassing situation where a police communication device that had not been hidden away was suddenly found.

The bad news is that after messing with the decorations in the room, he started messing with himself.

"What shall we eat today?" Su Dai asked with a smile as she stood behind him.

"Teriyaki chicken rice, plus the frozen fried chicken pieces I bought and stored the other day." Startled by Su Dai's unexpected appearance behind him, Morofushi Kagemitsu paused in his chicken-cutting motion, then continued with his previous actions as if nothing had happened.

"..." Su Dai seemed somewhat dissatisfied with this reply. "Aren't you planning to make it even more lavish?"

"Yes, if you make an appointment in advance, instead of just showing up."

"Okay... I'll be more careful next time." Su Dai sighed.

"...There will be a next time?"

"Of course, after all, we've been through thick and thin together as colleagues, so what's wrong with keeping in touch from time to time?"

"..." Morifushi Kagemitsu found himself speechless more often than usual today, and the gentle smile that usually graced his face was almost about to crumble.

"So, may I order next time? I recently saw a dish that's perfect for Scotland, called Tall Scotch Eggs. It's soft-boiled eggs coated in a meat filling mixed with parsley, garlic, and onions, then dipped in the three essentials of frying: flour, egg wash, and breadcrumbs, and fried until golden brown..."

"So what is a tall-legged bird?" Morofushi Kagemitsu was genuinely listening to his recipe.

Su Dai paused for a moment, which was uncharacteristic of her. "Okay, regular eggs are fine too."

The clinking of knives against the cutting board filled the air, and the aroma of the ingredients in the pot began to waft out. After Morofushi Kagemitsu fried the chicken pieces until golden brown and then scooped them out, a simple lunch was finally complete.

"There are two dishes in front of me, one is chicken, and the other is also chicken..." Su Dai, who was helping Zhu Fujingguang serve rice, said sullenly.

The two sat down at the table, and the atmosphere seemed to have become relaxed and pleasant because of their previous interaction.

“Su Dai,” Zhu Fujingguang coughed lightly, trying to get the attention of Su Dai, who hadn’t said another word since saying “I’m starting to eat” and had been busy eating.

"While I appreciate your recognition of my cooking skills, the urgent task you mentioned earlier has been a bit on my mind. Now that we're eating, could you perhaps reveal a little about its details?"