Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Mihana Town.

Chianti kicked a pebble on the side of the road, muttering something under her breath. Then, she strode towards the side gate of the Kudo residence.

At that moment, Conan was wearing headphones, listening to music, and slowly walking home.

He had just borrowed a book about detective fiction from the library and was in a good mood.

As he turned the corner, intending to take a shortcut back to the Kudo residence to retrieve something, he suddenly stopped.

His hand stealthily reached for the soccer lace in his pocket, and when he looked up, his gaze pierced through the leaves and fell upon the woman standing in the shadows.

Black clothes, a familiar aura.

“Chianti…” Conan’s pupils suddenly contracted.

After clashing with the organization multiple times, and with the help of Zheng Yi, he learned what many of the organization's members looked like.

Chianti was a face he recognized; he had even seen pictures of Chianti.

How did she get here? How did she find this place? Has the organization's reach extended to my home?

Am I about to be exposed?
Countless thoughts flashed through Conan's mind, but he knew now was not the time to think.

I can't let her find out about me, Conan thought.

Upon seeing the organization members, Conan never considered running away; he only wanted to rush forward and find out what Chianti was investigating.

Conan took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and adopted the innocent look of a primary school student.

He took off his headphones, hugged the book to his chest, and then started running towards Chianti.

"oops!"

Just as he passed by Chianti, Conan deliberately slipped and crashed hard into Chianti's calf.

"It hurts..."

Conan covered his forehead, sat on the ground, and cried out with tears in his eyes.

Chianti was intently observing the wall surrounding the Kudo residence when she was suddenly bumped into and almost lost her balance.

She looked down and saw that the person who bumped into her was a little kid wearing glasses.

"Hey! You brat, can't you watch where you're going?" Chianti yelled irritably, shoving Conan aside.

Conan rolled over on the ground and looked up, saying, "I'm...sorry, big sister. I was reading and didn't notice..."

Chianti frowned, looking at the crying brat in front of her, feeling a surge of annoyance.

"Tch, what bad luck." She spat, not taking the brat seriously at all.

"If you dare to bump into me again, I'll throw you into the sewer!" Chianti threatened viciously, then turned back to stare at the Kudo residence.

She was sizing up the spot where she could climb over the wall.

Conan sat on the ground, observing Chianti's reaction through the gap in his glasses.

When Conan bumped into Chianti, he saw a piece of paper in her hand with the name 'Shinichi Kudo' written on it.

Conan felt a chill run down his spine.

This is a big problem!
He rubbed his hair in frustration.

He's been keeping himself in check lately, dealing with Xiaolan's suspicions, being incredibly honest, and hasn't done anything wrong. Why is the organization starting to suspect me now?
Chianti did not leave.

She took out a small telescope and began measuring the height and distance of the Kudo residence's walls.

Just then, Conan noticed something fall out of Chianti's pocket.

It was a folded piece of paper.

While Chianti was completely absorbed, Conan quietly crawled over and picked up the piece of paper with two fingers.

He glanced at it quickly.

That's a list of... ten ways to prevent harassment?
Conan was stunned.

"What's this?"

Is it possible for members of such a ferocious organization to be harassed?

To what extent have groping and perversion in Japan developed?

Before he could get a closer look, Chianti seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.

Conan reacted quickly, immediately stuffing the piece of paper into his sleeve, then pretending to tie his shoelaces while keeping his head down.

"Hey kid, aren't you leaving yet?" Chianti glared at him impatiently.

If this brat doesn't leave, how am I supposed to climb over the wall and get in?

"I... my shoelaces are untied," Conan said softly, quickly tying them before standing up. "I'll be right there."

After saying that, he grabbed the book and ran away quickly.

Chianti watched his retreating figure, frowned, and felt her pocket, only to find that the piece of paper was gone.

"Damn it, could it be that brat from earlier...?"

She glanced back, but the little devil had already disappeared.

"Forget it, it's just a piece of waste paper," Chianti scoffed.

The contents of that piece of paper were all nonsense and did nothing to prevent Vermouth's harassment.

However, Zheng Yi was quite impressive; we didn't see Vermouth today.

Chianti quietly slipped into Shinichi Kudo's bedroom.

She moved with practiced ease, landing almost silently.

As one of the organization's top snipers, this kind of infiltration was a piece of cake for her.

Sending her here to investigate people is a waste of her talent.

She pulled her hat brim down low and quickly scanned her surroundings.

"This is the high school detective's room?"

Chianti frowned. Although the room was clean, there was a dusty smell in the air.

The bookshelves were filled with all sorts of mystery novels, their spines covered with a thin layer of dust.

She put on black fingerless gloves and began searching.

There were only a few neatly folded old clothes in the drawer, and nothing on the desk except for a few dry pens and an unfinished notebook.

She even pulled open the storage box under the bed, which was full of expired magazines.

Chianti stood up, somewhat disappointed.

There are no signs that anyone has ever lived here.

Although Shinichi Kudo's name appeared in the news later, Chianti remained prejudiced against these journalists.

Even Zheng Yi runs a newspaper, and even Tequila can be the newspaper's president; you can imagine how credible those newspapers are.

It might be some unscrupulous newspaper that wrote this nonsense to boost sales; their marketing is deadly.

She turned and walked towards the window, preparing to climb out, when her gaze suddenly fell on a pair of slippers on the windowsill.

They were a pair of blue and white children's slippers. Although they were very clean, they were obviously worn often, as the edges were somewhat worn.

"Children's slippers?"

Shinichi Kudo is a high school student, how could he have slippers like these? The Kudo couple only have one son, could it be that a relative's child came by?

Without thinking twice, she flipped over and jumped out of the window.

After Chianti left the Kudo residence, Conan emerged from the alleyway.

Conan took out his stamina-enhancing shoes from his pocket, adjusted them to the appropriate settings, and then quietly followed after them.

Chianti walked slowly, thinking about how to explain things to Zheng Yi and get through this mission.

Just as she was crossing an intersection, she suddenly heard very light footsteps behind her. Chianti turned around abruptly, only to see a little boy with a schoolbag running past hurriedly, seemingly rushing home to do his homework.

"Tch, another brat."

She turned her head impatiently and continued walking forward.

Conan cleverly maintained his distance by using the cars parked on the roadside as cover.

If we follow her like this, will we eventually find an organization's base?
Chianti was in a bad mood and was thinking about how to brush off Seiichi, so she walked absentmindedly.

As Chianti reached a T-junction and was about to cross the road, a large, out-of-control freight truck suddenly rushed out of an alley on his right.

The truck seemed to have brake failure, making a screeching sound as its front end swayed violently before crashing directly into a silver sedan waiting for the green light in the middle of the intersection.

"boom--!!"

The violent impact instantly triggered an explosion in the car's fuel tank, sending a bright orange fireball soaring into the sky and engulfing the entire vehicle.

The shockwave, carrying shattered glass, slammed into Chianti, who was walking on the side of the road.

"Tsk!"

Chianti's pupils contracted sharply, and her body reacted instinctively.

In the nick of time, she rolled to the side and hid under the porch of a shop, using a thick stone pillar as cover to protect her head.

"Splash—"

Glass shards rained down on the street, making a series of sharp, cracking sounds. Several flying shards cut Chianti's calf, and blood instantly seeped out.

Chianti stared blankly at the exploding car, still in a daze.

How did a truck suddenly go out of control and crash into that car, causing it to explode?
"What bad luck," Chianti muttered under his breath.

I already had a bad temper at work, and then I got into a car accident on my way home.

Conan stared in disbelief at everything that was happening before his eyes.

He watched the truck crash down and saw Chianti get injured.

A few minutes later, the piercing sound of police sirens shattered the tranquility of the street.

Inspector Megure and Takagi and others quickly arrived at the scene.

The driver of the silver sedan escaped the accident because he got out of the car to buy a drink; he only lost his car.

The truck driver who caused the accident was trapped in the cab and died on the spot, leaving the scene in a mess.

Dozens of meters from the epicenter of the explosion, Chianti sat awkwardly on the curb.

Her leg was still bleeding, and the arriving ambulance lifted her onto a stretcher and took her to the hospital.

Conan hurriedly checked which hospital the ambulance belonged to and then went to the scene of the car accident.

Inspector Megure and Takagi looked at the scene and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Before Conan could even help, Inspector Megure found the culprit on his own.

Conan looked at Inspector Megure with great curiosity.

"A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation," as the saying goes. I never expected that Inspector Megure would solve the case on his own.

After catching the culprit, Inspector Megure whispered to Takagi, "Does this case seem familiar?"

Takagi nodded.

too familiar.

Just a few days ago, they cracked a case that used the same method as today.

So this time they didn't use their brains much; they just followed the same procedure as last time and found the murderer.

However, Inspector Megure and his team felt no joy at solving the case.

Seeing the captured murderer, Inspector Megure felt only boredom and even a little irritated.

He leaned close to Takagi's ear and whispered, "Do you think this case has anything to do with Shoichi?"

"Ahem," Takagi replied softly, "I don't feel anything."

He really wanted to remind Inspector Megure that his voice was quite loud, and that people around him could hear him. Several officers were secretly watching them.

This made Takagi more cautious, afraid that he might say the wrong thing.

"Oh?" Inspector Megure looked at Takagi, wanting to hear what Takagi had to say.

“Neither the dead nor the murderer have any connection to Masahiro,” Takagi said.

Although Zheng Yi is lawless and bloodthirsty, he is not a pervert who enjoys killing. As long as you don't provoke him, he won't kill people indiscriminately.

Moreover, in solving this case, everyone in the police station cooperated sincerely; not one of them hindered the process, nor did anyone disagree.

Even the forensic pathologist, Choso, honestly examined the charred corpse and didn't interfere with the investigation or reasoning.

This is enough to show that this case has nothing to do with Zheng Yi.

“You make a good point.” Inspector Megure nodded.

Zheng Yi is a rather... cough cough... person who has his own principles.

Looking at all the murder cases suspected to be related to him, none of them used the same method of killing.

"So, this was just a copycat crime?"

That's how Takagi feels.

It is not uncommon for people to commit murder by imitating methods of killing from novels or movies.

It's not like we haven't seen murderers who imitate Zhengyi before.

"Let's close the case then," Inspector Megure said.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's good that it has nothing to do with Shoichi; the Metropolitan Police Department won't be criticized this time.

He even wondered if the police might receive praise for solving the case so quickly without the help of detectives.

Conan has been here for so long without doing anything useful, which is a bit disappointing.

If he had known Inspector Megure was starting to work, he wouldn't have stayed here; he would have secretly followed Chianti to the hospital.

Conan hailed a taxi and went to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, he found a nurse who had just gotten out of an ambulance and grabbed her, asking, "Sister, I want to ask, which ward is the female patient who was transferred here by ambulance in the traffic accident on Sanhua Road today in?"

"Little brother, are you talking about that lady with the reddish-brown hair?" the nurse asked.

"Yes, yes, yes." Conan nodded repeatedly.

The nurse poked her chin with her finger and said, "She was picked up by another hospital's vehicle as soon as she was brought to the hospital."

"Huh?" Conan was taken aback.

Were they picked up by someone from the organization?
Is the organization acting this quickly?

Conan asked impatiently, "Then, sister, do you know which hospital it is?"

"I don't know," the nurse said, looking at Conan. "But why are you in such a hurry to find her? Is it because she's related to you?"

"No, no," Conan shook his head repeatedly.

Then he left with a worried look on his face, and no matter how the nurse called him, Conan didn't turn around.

He tapped his head.

He still hasn't figured out why Chianti is investigating him.

Now that Chianti is injured, will the organization send someone else to investigate him?

This is troublesome. (End of Chapter)