Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [36]

“Investigating me? Why?”

“Oh, just to see if I’ve murdered anyone? That’s fine then. Just don’t look into anything else.”

“But really, the MPD people have no manners—starting an investigation without even informing me first?”

Shōichi hung up the phone, visibly annoyed.

No manners at all. Investigating me for murder without a single heads-up… and after how cooperative I’ve always been with them.

Still, if it was only about murder, there was nothing to worry about.

He was spotless.

“Haibara, come out with me tomorrow!” he called toward the upper floor.

“No, I already made plans with my classmates,” came her reply.

“Oh-ho? Since when does our Haibara-chan go out with classmates?” Shōichi asked, mildly surprised.

Haibara sat on her bed, soaking her feet in a small basin of warm water.

She already knew she couldn’t spend too much time with Shōichi. The more time two people spent together, the easier it was for feelings to develop—and that would only dull her resolve for revenge.

To keep her blade sharp and her resolve steady, she had to start keeping her distance from him.

Haibara thought of Ran—Conan’s karate prodigy friend.

If she could become Ran’s student and learn those terrifying moves, maybe she could actually succeed in her revenge someday.

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The next morning, Haibara and Shōichi went their separate ways.

After telling Yuuko-san to drive Haibara to meet her classmates, Shōichi drove off alone—to attend a friend’s wedding.

His car stopped in front of a lively venue filled with laughter and music.

“It’s been a while, Shōichi.”

“It really has, Toshihiko,” Shōichi greeted warmly.

After a quick embrace, Shōichi quipped, “I didn’t bring a wedding gift this time—next time you get married, I’ll make up for it.”

“What kind of joke is that? I’m only getting married once!” Takasugi Toshihiko shot back, indignant.

“Who knows what the future holds?” Shōichi chuckled.

“You haven’t changed at all—still spouting those weird jokes,” Toshihiko laughed, patting him on the shoulder as he led him inside.

As they walked, Shōichi suddenly asked, “By the way, where’s your father-in-law? He started investigating me for murder recently. Didn’t even have the courtesy to notify me—so rude.”

“My father-in-law might be entertaining other guests,” Toshihiko said awkwardly. “As for that investigation, don’t take it too seriously. There’s no way you’d kill anyone, right?”

“But honestly, my father-in-law doesn’t think too highly of me. My words don’t carry much weight with him.”

Shōichi gave a small shrug. “Then I’ll just talk to him myself.”

It was the wedding of Takasugi Toshihiko—the Takasugi Group heir—and Matsumoto Sayuri, daughter of Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

Heirs of major conglomerates and high-ranking MPD officials filled the room. Even Chief Medical Examiner Nagamune had come to celebrate.

“Nagamune, you’ve only been with the MPD two months and already got promoted from patrol officer to sergeant. Your future’s bright!”

“Oh, not at all. It’s only because my superiors appreciate my expertise,” Nagamune said modestly.

He really had risen quickly, a university grad who’d entered through the police academy and advanced purely by skill.

“Huh? Isn’t that Shōichi-sama?” someone said.

At the sound of the name, Nagamune instinctively straightened his posture, ready to serve if called.

But Shōichi didn’t even glance his way, chatting easily with Toshihiko and the other young heirs.

One of them asked curiously, “Toshihiko, why get married so early?”

“I just figured it was the right time,” Toshihiko said sheepishly, scratching his head.

After exchanging a few more words, Shōichi excused himself and went looking for Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

He wasn’t concerned about the murder accusations—they wouldn’t find a thing.

But if the investigation started poking around elsewhere, that could be troublesome. Matsumoto needed to understand his boundaries.

Matsumoto was in conversation with several MPD officers when Shōichi approached. He gave a brief nod to Medical Examiner Nagamune, who immediately stepped forward to make introductions—discreetly nudging Inspector Megure aside to clear the way.

“Administrator Matsumoto, it’s an honor. I’ve long heard your name.”

“Mr. Shōichi, your reputation precedes you as well.”

The two shook hands. The surrounding conversation came to an abrupt halt.

Shōichi raised his head slightly, his tone cool. “What you’re doing violates proper procedure.”

“Mr. Shōichi, the MPD always follows proper procedure,” Matsumoto said firmly.

The nearby officers stood stiff and silent, the festive mood evaporating under the sudden tension.

Matsumoto continued, voice clipped and formal: “When a citizen files a complaint, we’re obligated to investigate.”

“I’ve already been investigated after every single one of those so-called incidents,” Shōichi said evenly. “And now again? What exactly are you hoping to find?”

Matsumoto’s eyes narrowed. “I understand it’s unpleasant to be investigated, but I’m sorry—it’s our duty.”

Shōichi gave a thin smile. “No, Matsumoto Kiyonaga. Cleaning toilets is an unpleasant job, yet no one hates the people who do it. You, however—I find genuinely unpleasant.”

Matsumoto nodded without missing a beat. “You’re right. Just as decent people don’t hate those who clean toilets, innocent people have no reason to resent investigators.”

Shōichi’s expression cooled. “Matsumoto Kiyonaga, you’ll regret this.”

“Shōichi!”

Takasugi Toshihiko hurried over in his groom’s attire, cutting through the tension.

He gave his father-in-law an uneasy glance before turning to Shōichi. “Everyone’s asking to see the bride—want to come along?”

“Alright,” Shōichi said with a smile. “Let’s see what kind of bride made you want to marry so young.”

The crowd collectively exhaled, relieved the confrontation hadn’t escalated.

As Shōichi turned to leave, he paused, glancing back at Matsumoto.

“I hope the MPD concludes its investigation soon and clears my name.”

“Rest assured, Mr. Shōichi. The MPD never wrongs a good man,” Matsumoto replied evenly.

Toshihiko quickly led Shōichi away. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Sayuri.”

On the bride’s side, Ran and Sonoko were chatting with Sayuri, with Haibara and Conan nearby.

Haibara spoke little, offering only brief replies.

Every now and then, she glanced at Conan—and couldn’t help feeling a quiet sense of superiority. She was in high school, after all, while he was stuck in elementary school.

Conan, meanwhile, could only think that this little brat was acting smug again.

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