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I grabbed my burner phone, shoved an airpod under my wig, and began to chop onions with the ferocity of a woodchipper. "Jean-Pierre! More coffee!" Julian yelled from the lounge. "Oui, Monsieur! In ze moment! I am... eh... massaging ze poultry!" I dialed the precinct handling the sighting, using a voice modulator I’d built into the burner. I set it to Hard-Boiled Noir Detective. "Detective Miller, Precinct Five," I growled into the phone, my voice dropping three octaves into a gravelly, American baritone. "Yeah, this is Detective Henderson from the Hamptons task force," the officer on the other end replied. "You calling about the Knight sighting?"

Her hair and body bobbed up and down, taking her steps languidly as if she had no energy. It was a mere act, but Elijah and Conan didn’t have to know. “We will heed to your decree, My Lord.” Shadow raised her hand and waved it cooly. And now, Conan was in front of some foreign place… full of criminals. Looking around, the sound of the police and the criminals were arguing right in front of the entrance. The loud bickering was hindering everyone’s journey. With a shallow sigh, he rubbed his face and walked through. Conan had always been struck by how unwelcoming police stations looked.

"Well, they wouldn't be in jail if they weren't. Those pieces of shits had their karmas." "Don't you think the other three should pay too? I mean, I can help you with everything." Yes, because he is connected to the police. Could that also be the reason why he'd love to practice at the shooting ring because he wanted to become someone serving the country? Having his incredible strength in use? But what about Conan? Francoise said he was alive and he could be in Hugo's hands. I can't risk it. "Oh Amaya, another thing... I just heard this news earlier today at the station but someone from Vancouver, Canada arrived and said that it was not Conan that was brought to them. They already called in

The detective in charge, a dour-looking man in a cheap brown suit, was expecting him. Conner immediately sensed the guy’s annoyance at his presence. The man’s features were drawn into a petulant frown, like a child expecting his favorite toy to be taken away. Conner moved to mollify him. “I’m just here to take a quick look,” he said. “Get a picture of it in my mind. I won’t be in your way.” The guy’s features brightened a notch, but his face still bore a wary look. “Take all the time you need,” he said. “Anything I can do to help, just let me know.” The brittle tone of his voice gave lie to his words.

“Don't worry, we are currently on it, he should be arrested before the end of tomorrow. Detective Conan reassured. “Max Sanders will not go scot-free. Not on my watch at least.” “Very well then. I will take your word for it.” Detective Conan stood up. “Alright, I have to be on my way now. I will inform you about any latest development.” “I will be expecting it,” I said, as we shook hands. “Thanks for your service.” Moments after the detective left, my phone vibrated with a call from Liam which I answered. “Hey, brother,” He uttered, and I scoffed. “How's it going?” “Good,” I replied, deciding to ignore everything that was related to Max Sanders and his barbaric acts. “You? How's work?”

Or maybe it’s all breaking again; the fake calm, the new start, the illusion of safety I’ve clung to since Jonathan disappeared. A twig snaps. I turn around and Conan’s standing at the patio, arms folded, watching us. Not with judgment. Not with anger. Just... tired eyes. Like he knows I’m slipping and he doesn’t know how to hold me up anymore. Jayden runs to him and leaps into his arms. “Did you see, Uncle Conan? Did you see how fast I was?” “I did,” Conan says, his deep voice as smooth as ever. “Faster than a bullet.”

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

thought Ivy, maybe the mind was working normally right now. "On the contrary, the attitude―unable to do anything and petrified in front of the person directly-of your might be cured. No matter how smart Conan is, he's still human. It's not as perfect as your fantasy." Even Debbie, who is a fan of Japanese animation, is still able to distinguish between reality and subtlety. “You should have asked me another question! By the way, where is your report for your spy jobs this week? hm?”

If he’d had the diamond, there might be more clues hidden in here. The laptop was password-protected, but a few keystrokes bypassed that. Amateurs. As the screen loaded, I plugged in the external drive I’d recovered alongside it. A video immediately popped up. Intrigued, I clicked on it. The screen flickered, revealing a grainy recording of the detective sitting nervously across from a man. The man’s face was shadowed, but his voice was clear—direct, sharp, and unmistakably French. He spoke rapidly to the detective, the words incomprehensible to me, though the tone suggested a mix of commands and threats. Then the man slid a thick envelope across the table—money, no doubt.

I said angrily while gulping down the canned beer I was holding. "The question is, do you know where to find her?" Kenneth asked. Damn it! I don't even know her address. Why am I so unlucky today? Here I am, almost unable to feel sleepy anymore. It's all Mahana's fault. "What's the point of having detective Conan as your cousin if you're not going to use him for me?" I retorted at him because, among all of us, he's the most knowledgeable about background checks. His hands are nimble when it comes to computers.