No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

Takagi sighed over the phone. It had only been less than two days, yet that blurry surveillance footage had already spread so widely.

"He just stabbed a villain, and he gained so many fans. I guess this is the result he wanted."

"He's trying to get public attention. Kitahara-senpai, he even carved his name on the transport vehicle. Now Inspector Megure wants us to go around asking if there are any eyewitnesses. Do you think I need to do anything else?"

"He had the guts to do something like this, so he must have been prepared to prevent the police from finding any clues. A criminal with such a strong desire for attention will almost certainly commit a third crime."

Kitahara Masaki was 'seriously' analyzing the situation with Takagi.

"Anyway, keep up the good work. I'm currently on work-related injury leave, so I'll leave the work to you."

“Yes, I will definitely find a clue, Kitahara-senpai.”

Having only recently joined the First Investigation Division, Takagi was full of energy, seemingly having forgotten Kitahara Masaki's advice almost immediately. He could have easily slacked off, but instead, he chose to run around the streets searching for non-existent clues.

In just one week, two gangsters planning to sell new drugs met their end because of an unexpected cassette tape. Kitahara Masaki, acting on impulse, wasn't actually happy about catching them; only utterly crushing them satisfied his destructive urges.

However, once the desires are satisfied, the dull and tedious period of reflection will naturally follow.

So Kitahara Maki faked the gunshot wound on his arm so that he could rest a little longer after the case was over.

"The dessert shop downstairs has new products. I'll go try them later."

After spending half the day online at home, Kitahara Masaki put on sunglasses and a mask, planning to have some afternoon lunch.

"Welcome! How many guests are in your party?"

"Just one."

"Okay, please have a seat here. We just launched some new desserts today, would you be interested?"

"I came here specifically to eat this."

Kitahara Masaki pointed to the signboard outside the door and said:

"I'd like two flaugnarde and a milk tea."

"Okay, two Fenyudos and a milk tea, please wait a moment."

After ordering, Kitahara Masaki took off his sunglasses and didn't look at the waiter even once, because that waiter was none other than Amuro Tooru, the king of part-time jobs in the Detective Conan world!

Sigh, I just wanted to have a quiet lunch, why did the police have to come here?

It feels like you're eating a meal and you've just gotten the dish you wanted, when suddenly someone you know sits at the next table, and that person happens to be your homeroom teacher!

While Kitahara Maki was pondering what it was about him that piqued the Public Security Bureau's interest, Amuro Tooru had already brought out the desserts and milk tea, his smile impeccable.

"Please enjoy your meal, sir. The dried cranberries on top of our Funudo are soaked in rum overnight. The preparation process is meticulous and uses high-quality ingredients. We are sure you will be satisfied."

The whole process was so smooth and seamless; if I hadn't read the script, I might have actually been fooled.

"Oh, then I'll try it now."

Kitahara Masaki took off his mask, just as he was about to taste it, when the clicking sounds of cameras all around him suddenly rang out.

Because Japanese phone cameras always make a beeping sound when taking pictures, the girl who was secretly taking the photos blushed immediately, then quickly left after paying the bill.

"Guest, it seems you are quite popular."

"Huh? Wasn't that girl taking pictures of you?"

The two men smiled, and soft sunlight streamed through the glass, casting dappled golden light that enveloped them. The sight of the two handsome men getting along amicably attracted all the female customers in the shop. Little did they know, this was their first encounter.

Seeing that everyone's attention was on the two of them, Amuro Tooru decided to call it a day and left instead of staying with Kitahara Masaki to explain the ingredients for the dessert. He went to the kitchen instead.

Meanwhile, Kitahara Masaki was enjoying two desserts by himself, thinking that maybe he should find a girlfriend so that he would have a reasonable excuse to keep these annoying police officers away from him in the future. The key thing was that he felt that the photo of him and Amuro Tooru that was secretly taken would probably be drawn into fan art, and the thought of this gay-ish development made him shudder.

However, this is just a thought; it's impossible to actually date someone for this reason. It's neither realistic nor respectful to others.

So the root of all evil is the Japanese police. They had so many things to investigate, so why did they choose to target me?

O((>ω<))o Ahhhhhh——

As Kitahara Masaki pondered and savored the dessert, the female customers in the shop all let out silent sighs.

"Hey, why don't you go ask him for his phone number?"

"Hey, why aren't you going?"

"That person must be the Flaming Eagle, right?"

"He's Inspector Kitahara from the First Investigative Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Don't forget how important that is!"

The girls, engrossed in their discussion, pulled out their phones and opened a video. This video, which had gone viral online, could be said to have surpassed the CCTV footage of Napoleon's execution in terms of views. This wasn't just because the Metropolitan Police Department was behind it; more importantly, the video was inexplicably clear. Even though most people now use flip phones, they could still make out Kitahara Masaki's face on the blurry screen.

The video captured the scene from the moment the bar caught fire until police reinforcements arrived. In the video, the man smashed the bar's window due to the explosion inside, and stray bullets hit the fuel tank of a police car, causing another explosion. The lone man tried to rush into the burning building several times, but was deterred by the high temperature.

He was panting heavily, his right hand clutching his wounded left arm, half his face stained with blood, his handsome features filled with a resolute expression. And when reinforcements arrived, his heart-wrenching roar made those watching the video feel the intensity of his emotions.

That's right, Kitahara Maki's activities outside the bar were basically recorded and uploaded to the internet. The chuunibyou (delusional) Japanese netizens even gave Kitahara Maki another nickname - "Blazing Eagle".

After enjoying his afternoon snack, Kitahara Masaki put on sunglasses and a mask to avoid being stopped by fans for autographs on the street. He couldn't help but feel helpless about the fact that customers in the dessert shop kept their attention on him.

The reason is that the person who uploaded the video is none other than Kitahara Masaki himself.

Chapter 33 I have no interest in becoming the protagonist of BL doujinshi.

"Mr. Amuro, have you begun your investigation of Inspector Kitahara today?"

"Yes. What, are you interested in him, Kazama?"

"Of course! Mr. Amuro, didn't you watch that video of the Flaming Eagle?"

"Yes, I've watched it many times."

"Oh, so you're also a fan of his, Mr. Amuro?"

"Leaving aside the word 'also,' I watched it several times because there are many suspicious points in the video itself. First, I can't find the person who originally posted the video; second, the video is unusually clear."

After Amuro Tooru pointed out the oddities of the video to Kazama Yuya, Kazama Yuya said:

"Perhaps it was uploaded by a fanatical fan who has been following Inspector Kitahara."

"It's more likely that he orchestrated it himself. Kazama, what we're doing now is a background investigation to find out if there really is a Black Organization mole within the Metropolitan Police Department. We need to consider all possibilities."

"Yes, Mr. Amuro, you are right."

Kazama felt a little regretful. Both Mr. Kitahara and Mr. Amuro had devoted themselves to the country and even risked their lives, but because of some uncertain information, Mr. Amuro had to investigate Mr. Kitahara.

If the two of them can understand each other, they can definitely become friends.

According to the Metropolitan Police Department's records, Kitahara Maki's parents were Japanese-Americans. After their passing, Kitahara Maki returned to Japan, passed the civil service exam, and officially became a police officer. Due to his outstanding abilities, he was directly promoted to the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division to resolve the situation where the First Investigation Division always needed the help of detectives.

"Is there a problem with that, Mr. Amuro?"

"With his abilities, why would he want to become a policeman? His grades are high enough that he could have been a better-paid official."

"Hmm—it seems that Mr. Amuro will need to continue his contact with Mr. Kitahara to find out these things."

"Kazama, go to the police academy where Kitahara Masaki used to study to gather information and ask him what kind of person he used to be."

"Yes, Mr. Amuro."

After ending the communication, Amuro Tooru stared silently at the documents in his hand. Some time ago, a member of the organization operating in the United States was successfully captured by the FBI. Through interrogation, the FBI learned that a member with a fake identity had come to Japan and infiltrated a certain official organization in Japan to begin an undercover operation.

The Public Security Bureau is currently investigating which official organization this member infiltrated. The only thing the FBI has confirmed is that the member's liquor is Armagnac; everything else is unknown. This has significantly increased Amuro Tooru's workload.

These are truly turbulent times.

Yawenyi conducts an undercover operation within an official organization; Kitahara Masaki uncovers two gangsters in Toriya Town who are trying to sell new drugs; and Napoleon executes criminals directly in the street.

So much has been happening in Tokyo lately; it would be so much less trouble if one person did all of it.

Amuro Tooru took a sip of coffee and chuckled at his own thought.

He has now figured out Kitahara Maki's whereabouts. He usually goes to a sports venue to exercise every other day and goes to enjoy desserts every other day.

For Kitahara Maki, it was Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday for exercise, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday for afternoon lunch. But for others, Kitahara Maki's schedule was irregular on any particular day of the week.

Today happens to be Tuesday, the time for Kitahara Masaki to enjoy lunch. He had considered switching to a restaurant where Amuro Tooru wasn't working, but that would only arouse suspicion from the "King of Part-Time Workers".

So Kitahara Maki went to the shop where Amuro Tooru worked first.

"Wow, there are so many people. Rei Furuya's cooking has attracted so many people. I wonder how long we'll have to wait."

Kitahara Masaki was thinking of going to another store if the wait was too long, but just as he reached the end of the line, the store manager came up and whispered:

"Mr. Kitahara, is that you?"

"Is there anything I can help you with, Miss Manager?"

"Ah! Actually, you don't need to queue. Just go inside and order."

Kitahara Maki didn't react for a moment, wondering to himself, "Is this some kind of new prank show?"

“Mr. Kitahara, most of the customers who are queuing up are here just to see you eat dessert. It would be pointless to make you wait this long.”

"No, no, no, if we have to queue, then I should queue too."

"Don't worry, you can see for yourself by looking at the signboard at our entrance."

There's a sign outside this dessert shop that reads:

Our store's queuing rules: Whether a person needs to queue is decided by the person queuing.

"What does it mean?"

"Everyone, do you think Mr. Kitahara needs to wait in line?"

"unnecessary!"

When the sound of the crowd reached him, Kitahara Masaki realized that the vast majority of people in the queue were women, with only one or two men. What they all had in common was a strange glint in their eyes as they looked at Kitahara Masaki.

Ah—I'd rather go head-to-head with Shuichi Akai at the middle gate, have a showdown with Gin at the Imperial City, or race against Vodka again.

Caught in a bind, Kitahara Masaki had no choice but to follow the shop manager into the store. He casually asked:

"Manager, how did you recognize me at first glance?"

"Haha, Mr. Kitahara, you're joking. You're 1.8 meters tall, and you're the only one who would wear sunglasses and a mask. Who wouldn't recognize you?"

Kitahara Masaki finally began to understand the troubles of celebrities.

"I'd like a matcha red bean thick toast and a sesame sago pudding."

"Okay! Amuro-kun, one matcha red bean thick toast and one sesame sago pudding!"