No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

"Hmm, this club president probably did a lot of bad things and was captured by the Black and White Impermanence."

"Ahem, Kitahara, stop joking. The superintendent just called to ask me what kind of case it is!"

"Alright, alright. There's no evidence at the scene to prove he was killed, and no one wanted to kill him, so let's just say it was an accidental death."

The surrounding police officers' eyes lit up. Upon hearing about the accidental death, they all perked up. This type of case was the one they were most familiar with and enjoyed the most. It was neither dangerous nor required running around interviewing witnesses; a forensic report was all that was needed to easily complete the task.

After receiving a positive response from Kitahara Masaki, the police quickly completed their work, shaking hands, saluting, and bowing. In less than five minutes, they finished dealing with the secretary's issues, took photos of the scene, and even carried the deceased's body to the forensic doctor's vehicle.

"We'll be going now, Mori-kun."

"Oh, okay, Inspector Megure."

Before Uncle Mori could react, the entire police force had already left the scene.

After learning from the garden that Eiji and President Oki had a complicated relationship, Conan rushed to the bedroom only to find it empty, with even the corpse gone.

"Uncle Mori, where have all the police gone?"

"Hmm? The police have all gone home. Since it was an accidental death, there's no need to waste any more time. Kid, stop playing detective games. You and Xiaolan go back first. I'm going to the racetrack to take a look."

After saying that, Uncle Mori grabbed the newspaper and ran towards the racetrack. The headline on the newspaper he was clutching tightly read 'The Rebirth of the Eastern Sea Emperor'.

Ah, ah, ah.

I've only just found some clues, where are you guys?!

Kitahara Masaki, you're so despicable! That move left me speechless.

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Using the excuse of going to get breakfast, Kitahara Masaki went to a coffee shop and called Gin:

"Hey, did you see the information I sent? Did that guy pass the test?"

On the way back in the taxi, Kitahara Masaki sent Gin a message about the case and Eiji's past.

"He will be monitored from now on. Is there any evidence that could convict him?"

"I don't know. If he still has that program disk that can be remotely hacked, then that would be irrefutable evidence. My suggestion is to promise to fund the software he wanted to make when he started his business, and even give him enough wealth to shake up Giantwood Corporation. For a technical person like him, what he wants most is definitely to realize his dream."

Gin was silent for a moment, then said:

“I will go to his house to destroy the evidence. Then you can come and see if there is any inappropriate evidence in his house.”

"Oh, right, don't arrest him so quickly. The police might need to take his statement."

"Ha, you who killed nearly ten FBI agents are actually afraid of the Japanese police?"

"Gin, you old bastard, you're just hoping I'll be exposed, aren't you? If I get wanted, you're in for a world of hurt."

Gin, with his sarcastic and unpredictable manner, really doesn't understand the situation. When I betrayed the organization, the first person I wanted to arrest was you.

Chianti and Cohen are only good at calling Shuichi Akai "Dad." They're useless except for their sniping skills. Vodka is just a driver. Without Gin, he probably wouldn't even need a map to find his little toe.

Therefore, the only threatening member of the Black Organization's Mahjong Quartet is Gin. When the time comes, I'll bring Kir and Bourbon to beat you up. We'll even rip off your hat and slap you in the face.

Just after finalizing the decision on the then-in-command Eiji, the forgotten master of clip sound, Conan, called Kitahara Masaki again, his urgent voice making Kitahara Masaki smile silently.

“Brother Kitahara! Didn’t you police officers see that the Persian cat was perfectly fine? And the chocolates and flowers in the living room, and even the excessive amount of sweat on the deceased’s body.”

"Oh, you're very observant, Conan. Did Shinichi Kudo tell you?"

"Yes, that's right. It was Shinichi who told me."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, probably because Conan realized he had overdone it and had to pass the blame to 'Shinichi Kudo'.

"Well, let me put it this way, this matter involves very important people. This case needs to be investigated secretly. If it is exposed to the media, it will be a disaster!"

This was supposed to make Conan understand that the case should be left to him, but instead, the kid got even more excited:

"Shinichi-nii said he's not afraid!"

Haha, what Shinichi is afraid of is a sudden, unexpected blow.

Chapter 12 Conan, here comes the chicken soup!

Since Kitahara Masaki joined the First Investigative Division, he has repeatedly performed outstanding deeds and solved several cases that the police had been unable to solve. Therefore, Kitahara Masaki is now the 'head of the First Investigative Division'. Basically, whatever he says, Inspector Megure will do. Inspector Megure, who used to be busy running around, now brings flower tea brewed by his wife to work.

Because the police no longer need detectives, cases are closed much faster, and there's no longer a need to call in detectives with their own backgrounds to take statements.

Just two days later, the case of the computer software company president was considered closed, and a detailed report had been written and submitted to the police department's senior management.

However, not a single murder has occurred recently.

Masaki Kitahara believes this is also one of the laws of Detective Conan—as long as the protagonist is still focused on the culprit, or the truth of the case remains unrevealed, there won't be another case. This halo effect in the world of Detective Conan is quite interesting.

As Kitahara Masaki sipped his canned coffee from the vending machine, this was what he thought.

"Oh, Kitahara-senpai, can you really drink such bitter black coffee?"

Officer Takagi, who was asking the question, was holding Itoen green tea and looked at Kitahara Masaki with a surprised expression.

"It's alright, I'm used to it after all."

"Oh, is this the leisurely pace of an experienced policeman?"

Kitahara Masaki was stunned for a moment, then realized that this little white guy in front of him was really interesting.

"Takagi, what you drink is just a personal habit, and has nothing to do with how experienced you are."

"Mmm. I've learned a lot."

Kitahara Masaki originally wanted to play a trick on him, but Officer Takagi was the kind of soft-hearted person who would believe anything you said, and it would be too pitiful to be deceived by his own people.

Moreover, Kitahara Masaki was drinking coffee today because he had to work until late tonight. Thinking of this, Kitahara Masaki couldn't help but silently recite to himself:

I really want to sell the organization and run away.

Time flew by while they were slacking off. Kitahara Maki, who had already finished dinner, received a text message from Gin. They had arrived near Eiji's house to investigate the situation and confirmed that there would be no police officers or bystanders suddenly appearing around.

Kitahara Masaki, who was still planning to buy a few models to assemble, suddenly realized that the restless guy was probably still near Eiji's house. If Gin and Vodka saw him, they wouldn't let him off the hook just because they respected the elderly.

"Boss, save this for me!"

I slapped the Gundam I had chosen and a few banknotes on the counter, then hurriedly flagged down a taxi and headed to my destination.

Unaware of this, Conan is still at Eiji Toki's house. In order to test Eiji and find evidence, Conan is using his childish advantage by going to his house frequently, ostensibly to play computer games, but actually to look for evidence.

"Sigh, it's been several days, and I've even copied the data from the computer, but there's nothing wrong with it. Could it be that I'm just overthinking things, and that the fat president really died of a heart attack?"

Back when computers were still bulky and the amount of data they could store was very limited, Conan, who had already checked everything, couldn't find any problems and could only play Spider Solitaire on the computer.

"Haha, Conan, you've already broken my record for Spider Solitaire on my computer."

"Haha, really? Tokito-nii-san, I want to keep playing."

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"Hey, Yawenyi, have you arrived yet?"

"That's about enough, that's about enough. Haste makes waste, have you ever heard that saying?"

Despite saying that, Kitahara Masaki had already arrived at his destination. With the help of his money, the honest taxi driver transformed into a racing god on Mount Akina, speeding through several blocks with driving skills that were almost comparable to Amuro Tooru. Even the traffic police sitting in the car playing on their phones hadn't reacted before they had sped two miles away.

So, as long as the money is there, everything is negotiable.

Kitahara Masaki, who had already disguised himself as a patrol officer using props, spotted the Porsche hidden in the shadows, and then walked straight up to it and knocked on the driver's side window.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Vodka's large face, his ever-present black sunglasses, and his wide chin, which always gave him the air of a comedian rather than a fierce tough guy.

"Is there something you need, officer? Is parking not allowed here?"

Kitahara Masaki smiled and teased:

"Vodka, the tone you used when you spoke to the police was so out of character. Your soft tone made the police suspicious that there was something shady in the car—oh, there is indeed something shady."

Pistols, rifles, explosives, grenades, smoke grenades, tactical knives, body armor, and a sufficient amount of ammunition.

The contents of Gin's Porsche trunk are enough to massacre the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Click.

Before Gin could finish speaking, the dark muzzle of a Beretta M92F was already pointed at him.

After Kitahara Masaki uttered the agreed-upon code, Gin snorted coldly, expressing his disdain for his pointless prank.

"I'll go up and ask some questions first, and once I've confirmed that there are no problems, I'll notify you to come up and arrest them directly."

Watching Kitahara Masaki's departing figure, Gin's gaze gradually turned serious as he spoke to Vodka:

"His disguise skills have become increasingly sophisticated, even able to conceal his arrogance."

"Big brother, he was raised by Vermouth, so it's not surprising, is it?"

"Oh."

Gin didn't explain further, but instead started assigning other people to investigate the programmers who lost their jobs due to the collapse of Giantwood Corporation.

Kitahara Masaki, who was considered to have an exceptional talent for disguise, arrived at the door of the then-Eishi and knocked on his door.

"coming!"

The murderer, whom they had just met a few days ago, opened the door. Upon seeing Kitahara Masaki's police uniform, he unconsciously swallowed hard and cautiously asked:

"Excuse me, officer, is there any new development in the case concerning President Oki?"

Kitahara Masaki, disguised as a middle-aged policeman using props, spoke in a low, authoritative voice:

"Aren't you going to let me in to talk?"

"No, no, no, I'm sorry, please come in."

As expected, as soon as I entered the living room, a bespectacled kid peeked out furtively, trying to see who the visitor was.

"Officer, would you like some tea?"

"No need."

amount.

For a moment, Tokito Eishi was speechless and stood frozen in place. A heavy atmosphere enveloped the small space, making him, who was the murderer, feel uneasy and his eyes darted around.

"Do you still have the program you used to kill that fat company president?"

Kitahara Masaki, who was aiming for a quick resolution, never considered testing the waters. In this world of Detective Conan, almost every case has corresponding evidence, and if there is no evidence, the protagonist will confess on their own after deduction.