In Detective Conan: Intercepting Miwako Sato at the Start

Yumi Miyamoto sipped her red wine gracefully, a relaxed smile on her face, as if the crisis just now was merely a trivial episode in the journey.

Yuki Takada's seat was by the window. He declined the meal offered by the flight attendant and only asked for a glass of water.

He didn't relax immediately like his other colleagues.

The calm inside the cabin did not completely dispel his doubts.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping across the cabin, but in reality, he was observing everyone around him.

Section Chief Matsumoto was sitting in the aisle of the first few rows, talking quietly with another senior police inspector. His expression was serious, and they were clearly not discussing travel matters.

Yuki Takada noticed that the section chief would occasionally scan his surroundings with sharp eyes, just like him.

That scorpion tattoo, Harada Jiro... there's a very high chance he's targeting the Metropolitan Police Department tour group.

If his target was indeed the people on this plane, would he have given up after failing to plant a bomb at the airport?

Is there a follow-up plan?

In the confined space at high altitude, any potential threat can be magnified.

Yuki Takada took out the French beginner's book from his bag, but his gaze did not linger on the pages.

His mind was racing, recalling all the details of the files on Harada Ichiro and Harada Jiro.

Harada Ichiro is obsessive and skilled at making sophisticated explosive devices, while Harada Jiro is more ruthless and unpredictable.

The two brothers had a close relationship, and it is highly likely that Harada Jiro sought revenge on behalf of his brother.

"Takada-senpai, are you still thinking about what just happened?" Sato Miwako turned around at some point and asked with concern, "The plane should be safe now, why don't you take a rest?"

Yuuki Takada looked up and saw the genuine worry on Miwako Sato's face. He nodded slightly and said, "I know. I'm just going through the motions of sorting out the clues."

After thinking for a moment, Yuki Takada added, "You should also pay attention to your surroundings. If you feel anything is amiss, notify the section chief or me immediately."

Miwako Sato nodded seriously: "Understood."

Time flows silently above the clouds.

After the mealtime, most passengers chose to rest.

The cabin lights were even dimmer, with only a few reading lights still on, like sparse stars in the night sky.

The sounds of snoring rose and fell, creating a soothing symphony with the roar of the engine.

Yuki Takada also felt a little tired, but he forced himself to stay awake.

He got up and headed towards the restroom, deliberately slowing his pace. His gaze swept over the faces of the sleeping or quiet passengers, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

The man with the scorpion tattoo on his hand was clearly not on this flight.

Back in his seat, he opened the French book again by the dim light of the reading lamp.

This time, his gaze lingered on certain specific words.

He silently memorized them, connecting the words to the current situation.

"Méfiez-vous du danger" (Beware of danger) – this phrase, which he had glimpsed in the waiting area, now seemed like a silent warning, echoing in his mind.

The long voyage passed in a seemingly peaceful atmosphere.

Apart from occasional turbulence that caused some minor disturbances, nothing else went wrong during the trip.

The flight attendants began broadcasting an announcement that the plane was about to descend, asking passengers to straighten their seat backs and open their window shades.

Outside the window, dusk was approaching.

Through the porthole, one can already see the gradually clear outline of the land below, the winding rivers, the scattered towns, and the world-famous metropolis that is beginning to take shape in the distance—Paris.

"Passengers, we are about to land at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport..." came the captain's calm voice over the loudspeaker.

The cabin came alive again as people began packing their belongings, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation at their destination.

The Metropolitan Police Department colleagues also woke up one after another, greeting each other and discussing matters related to entry and baggage collection.

Yuuki Takada took a deep breath and carefully put away the French book.

He looked out the window at the unfamiliar land, where the sunlight gilded the "City of Light" with a golden cloak, making it beautiful and mysterious.

However, does an unknown crisis lurk beneath this beauty?

Has Jiro Harada arrived here first, plotting a new conspiracy?

The aircraft tires made a steady rubbing sound as they touched the runway, the fuselage vibrated slightly, and then it gradually slowed down.

The flight was calm, but Yuuki Takada knew that the real challenge might have just begun.

He stood up with the flow of people, his expression as calm and resolute as ever.

Whether Paris awaits him with a romantic encounter or a treacherous trap, he is prepared.

He picked up his suitcase and followed Section Chief Matsumoto and his colleagues, steadily walking towards the cabin door and stepping into the French twilight.

……

The Louvre Museum in Paris.

At this moment, a blonde woman is in the Louvre, earnestly creating a comic strip inspired by the art sculpture in front of her.

She was surrounded by a large group of burly men who stood guard over her.

Just then, a burly man burst in from outside, saying he had important letters that needed to be shown to Miss Ariel.

After carefully examining the letter and finding nothing seriously wrong, the bodyguards handed it to Miss Ariel.

After Ariel opened the letter, it read:

To my dearest Ariel,

I have roughly looked through the works you sent.

It's a very good piece of work. If I were to give you some advice...

I think you still need to go out and find out what's happening outside.

Instead of focusing solely on creating art at the Louvre.

The blonde woman, Ariel, read the contents of the letter and muttered softly, "I guess I'm still not good enough."

"No matter how much I practice, I still can't draw that comic book-like feel." Ariel looked at the artwork in front of her, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Perhaps I really should do as they suggested and go out to see the world.

……

After a night's rest, the jet lag hadn't completely worn off, but the Metropolitan Police Department tour group, led by Section Chief Matsumoto, still began their trip to Paris.

"The Louvre Museum was built during the revolution in the 18th century and can be said to be the world's premier museum."

Led by the tour guide, the group arrived at their first stop of the day, which was naturally the world-famous Louvre Museum.

Passing through the glass pyramid designed by I.M. Pei and entering this magnificent art palace, even Yuki Takada, who was preoccupied with the case, could not help but be overwhelmed by the rich historical and artistic atmosphere.

Sunlight streamed through the glass dome, illuminating the bustling tourists, while various languages ​​mingled in the air, creating an international symphony.

Chapter 171 Inspector Megure's Embarrassment

Miwako Sato and Yumi Miyamoto were particularly excited, holding maps and eagerly heading towards the museum's treasures such as the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo.

Of course, even Inspector Megure, at this moment, actually picked up a French travel crash course and started reading it, just like him.

He recited his broken French in front of Yuki Takada.

Yuuki Takada thought to himself: This is the first time I've seen Inspector Megure get serious about reading at a time like this.

"What should we do, Takada-kun? I can't even speak a word of French right now." Inspector Megure glanced at Takada Yuuki, looking slightly embarrassed and extremely anxious.

Just then, Yumi Miyamoto walked over and said, "Don't worry, Inspector Megure. It doesn't matter if you don't speak French. After all, there are so many of us here. You just need to follow the crowd."

“That makes sense.” Inspector Megure scratched his head awkwardly.

Taking this opportunity, Miyamoto Yumi turned around, glanced at Takada Yuki, and smiled slightly.

Seeing this, Yuuki Takada looked slightly embarrassed and quickly turned his head away, avoiding eye contact with her.

While glancing over, she happened to see a blond man next to her chatting with Sato Miwako in a friendly manner.

Miyamoto Yumi followed Takada Yuki's gaze, and the smile on her lips immediately froze.

A tall, blond man was leaning over and talking to Miwako Sato, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. Miwako seemed a little flustered, her fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair.

"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Miyamoto Yumi walked over quickly, naturally took Miwako's arm, and said to the blond man in fluent English, "Thank you for taking care of my friend, but we should be going now."

The blond man paused for a moment, then gave an apologetic smile and politely stepped back.

Yuuki Takada watched this scene and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, he noticed that Inspector Megure was muttering to himself while looking at a French crash course book, his brows furrowed.

“Um… Brother Megure, you don’t really need to be so nervous.” Yuuki Takada glanced at Juzo Megure beside him and exclaimed softly, “Actually, English is perfectly acceptable here.”

Megure Jujutsu looked up and smiled wryly, "But it's really embarrassing that I can't even say a basic greeting properly."

Just then, a clear voice broke in, speaking broken Japanese: "Do you need any help?"

A young woman wearing round-framed glasses and a ponytail stood not far away, with a museum staff badge hanging around her neck.

“I’m your guide here, Saori Chishima,” she said with a smile as she approached. “I noticed that you might need some help.”

Yumi Miyamoto immediately perked up: "Great! We were just worried about not being able to find a gallery for the Mona Lisa."

Saori Chishima nodded: "Please follow me. However, please note that it is currently peak tourist season, and the Mona Lisa exhibition hall may be very crowded."

Sure enough, when they arrived at the exhibition hall, it was already packed with people.

Tourists, holding up their phones and cameras, crowded around the painting.

"My God, this is even more outrageous than Shibuya Crossing!" Sato Miwako exclaimed.

Chishima Saori smiled mysteriously: "Actually, I know a better viewpoint. Although it's not directly in front, the angle is unique, and there are fewer people."

She led the skeptical group through several corridors to a relatively quiet corner.

From here, you can see the world-famous painting through the gaps in the crowd.

"Wow, from this angle, her smile seems even more mysterious." Miyamoto Yumi excitedly pulled Sato Miwako aside and whispered.