world's best detective agency

"Hey, Chiriko~ why do you only want to be fresh, bright and full of vigor?"

Conan was holding a small toothbrush and was carefully brushing the crabs when he heard Osamu Dazai suddenly ask.

Chiriko gave him the first special exclusive mission, inseparable from Osamu Dazai—bring Osamu Dazai back to the Mori Detective Agency. Kogoro Mori’s bedroom has only one single bed, and he is bound to squeeze the floor with Osamu Dazai.It was hard to explain to Mori why Osamu Dazai had to hold his hand or pinch his hair all the time, he didn't understand it himself.

The current situation is very much like a Russian game, one piece is not put away, and another piece falls down.

Conan thought for a moment, and decided to follow Ranpo, who saw through that he was not a child, and Chiriko, who had clues about the man in black, tonight.

As for the reason for sleeping out, he called Mao Lilan in the car, saying that he met a smart, gentle and reliable adult who cared for him like a strict father and mother.

——The "Strict Father" who knocked him on the head without mercy, walked in disorder.

Conan uses adjectives that are a hundred times better than the real impression to describe the famous detective who does whatever he wants.

He and Ranbu sat on both sides of Zhilizi.

Randomly chewing red bean cake, holding a bottle of soda.

From the outside, Ranpo looks like an older brother ten years older than Conan.

Conan was talking to Mao Lilan, and saw the crumbs of red bean cake sticking to Ranbu's mouth.

Luanbu shook the soda bottle that Osamu Dazai had unscrewed, fine bubbles appeared in the soda, and the glass beads rolled back and forth on the upper part with a tinkling sound and sparkled.Judging from his behavior, he is more like a ten-year-old brother who is more mature than Ranbu.

"Zhilizi," Luanbu handed over a box of three red bean cakes, of which he ate two, "This one is so sweet."

"Conan?" Chiriko took it and looked at him.

"He has a pocket of candy, which is sweet enough!"

Conan felt disgusted.

Mao Lilan vaguely heard what Ranbu said, because he completely misunderstood the wrong impression he provided, "Then I don't worry, it sounds very suitable for you, Conan. Some people give you a lot of sugar, and some people control the limit of your sweet tooth .”

"...En!" He responded sweetly.

Conan called Dr. Ali, the so-called temporary guardian, to make an appointment for tomorrow morning's schedule and talk to Chiriko.

Then came the Metropolitan Police Department. He explained in detail the ins and outs of the commercial street incident, and received praise beyond expectations.As if he had done something great.

Soon, Conan arrived at the world's number one detective agency full of doubts and anxiety.

The Maori detective agency he is familiar with rents out the first floor, the second floor is the office, and the third floor is the living room.

And here, it is completely different from that one, from the outside, it is just an ordinary house.What hangs on the form is not the name plate of the firm, but Chiriko's surname, Mori.

The interior layout of the office is even more strange. Conan seems to be walking in the library.

The storage volume of books is equivalent to that of his house, and the content is more colorful, and mystery novels only account for a small part.Most of his family is mystery novels and case materials.Next to the sofa is a tall stack of cartoons, with glass beads of the same style and snacks placed on it, it seems that it is the exclusive seat of a detective.

He snuggled into the sofa in a mess, and picked up today's newspaper, "Hmmm, one billion yen theft? While I was away, an unprecedented theft happened! Really, I can't do it without me."

"One of the prisoners, has been caught—"

Zhilizi was busy making arrangements for Matsuda Jinpei clearly.I'm going to Yokohama to perform a mission tomorrow, so I should go back early to rest.

Osamu Dazai took the ingredients that Matsuda Jinhei was carrying, and stood in the hallway, tall and tall, like a handsome roadblock, with a bright smile, "I've worked hard for you all this time, Matsuda-san."

He was the only one who came in with random steps, and was also a participant in the incident, Conan spoke.

Unexpectedly, the prisoner of the super theft case was found so smoothly.

"Huh? It's because I wasn't here that I only caught one." Ranpo said in a reasonable tone, "Well, Houtaro is neither a detective nor an investigator, so it's only normal to do this."

"..."

Conan was momentarily speechless.

Although the Sherlock Holmes he admired was conceited to the point of arrogance, it was far from the shock that Luanpo gave him.

Ranbu slammed and turned to a page that published a four-panel manga, "I am an all-powerful detective. Don't you understand, Kudo Shinichi?"

Eh? !

Conan rolled his eyes.

If it was said that he had felt something just now, it has been truly confirmed at this moment that Luanbu's reasoning ability has already reached its pinnacle.

Seeing that he is not a child, seeing through that he is lying, and seeing through his true identity, Conan does not understand where his flaws are, and even begins to suspect that superpowers really exist.Conan nervously paid attention to the direction of the hall, and lowered his voice: "You, why do you know!"

"Isn't that easy to understand? I don't like to tell people stories one by one, and this is not an exam I have to take. I want you to give me a grade. Zhilizi—" Luanbu put down the newspaper and walked towards the hall cried, "I want to eat warm red bean soup!"

Conan has no clue about things that can be understood immediately.

However, he suddenly understood why the Metropolitan Police Department praised him so much.

"The red beans need to be soaked for three hours first," Chiriko said.

"Then what are you going to do now~" Luanbu drew a long tail, and his coquettish tone was natural, "I rushed back to Yokohama from Kyushu today, and I came here non-stop for you. Just on the train, it took more than Five hours, no warm food at noon, let alone homemade food."

Zhilizi walked in quickly, "Even if there is no warm food on the Shinkansen, it is easy to buy a simple and clear hamburger bento at the departure station. You can also get off halfway, and someone should be with you."

"Huh, the person who led me this time is a hopeless idiot."

"That's it."

"Next time you do it, Chiriko~"

Not only does he act as he pleases by reasoning, but he is also good at asking and exchanging with his unique style.

Conan realizes later that Ranpo is a very clever bear boy, and he shows his "bear" side unceremoniously.For Chiriko, she is a reliable detective and a cute "child", who can switch freely between the two.

In short, it has become like this now——

Humming a happy tune, Luanbu went to take a bath in her home clothes.

He got the task of washing crabs, brushing the tongs, thinking with a heavy heart.

Osamu Dazai was squatting beside him, pulling a strand of black hair sticking out of the back of his head, resting his right hand on his chin, instructing him to brush clean here and there.

Zhilizi soaked the red beans in clear water, took out milk, sugar cubes and black tea from the cabinet, and the kettle next to it gradually rose into a dense mist.

She methodically cut the long rice cake into small pieces.

"Oh, it's because you can't leave too strong and special mud marks on children whose worldview has not been completely finalized. But—" Osamu Dazai asked himself, gently, and changed the subject, "What does Ranbu-san mean, You look like a child, but you are not a child. In other words, it is really unbelievable that there is a way to rejuvenate people. When you heard Ranpo-san talk about super reasoning, your expression obviously disapproved. So it wouldn't be a power you don't think exists, it would be an experiment or a drug—"

Osamu Dazai caught the emotion of Conan's eyes fluttering.

"Oh, the rejuvenating drug, it's terrible, terrible, how can there be such a terrible drug-"

Conan paused blankly, and the small toothbrush fell into the basin.

He stared at Osamu Dazai intently. What is really scary is you who repeats the horror, but still maintains a bright expression on your face.

"If you keep rejuvenating, you will live forever. It's the ultimate nightmare for people like me. It's terrible, it's terrible!"

"...Why?" Conan asked subconsciously.

Osamu Dazai smiled, as if he was waiting for this sentence, "Of course it's because, ah, something Chiriko doesn't allow."

Conan looked up and saw Chiriko who was turning around with a kitchen knife in his hand. On the cutting board was a neatly cut rice cake.

Woohoo!