Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [11]

“Where’s Professor Agasa’s house?”

“Beika-chō, 2-chōme, No. 22.”

Maybe out of guilt toward the man he’d just “robbed,” Conan stayed silent during the drive.

Shōichi, keeping his usual calm, didn’t speak either.

“Get out.”

The lights were on at Professor Agasa’s house, but when Conan rang the doorbell, no one answered.

Conan frowned.

After just being kidnapped by the Organization, finding Agasa-hakase’s place empty now was… unsettling.

Without hesitation, he started climbing the wall.

Shōichi watched expressionlessly as Conan’s short legs scrambled for footing.

“Breaking and entering is a criminal offense,” Shōichi said casually, checking his watch. “At night, the penalties are even heavier.”

Conan froze mid-climb. “…I have a legitimate reason.”

Shōichi gave him a look.

This brat was just as good at exploiting loopholes as he was. No wonder he’d avoided arrest for over a thousand episodes.

Since Conan had a “legitimate reason”—

Under Conan’s astonished gaze, Shōichi deftly picked the lock.

“Let’s go.”

“Oh… yeah,” Conan mumbled, trotting after him.

“How are you so good at picking locks?” he asked suspiciously.

“I forget my keys a lot,” Shōichi said without blinking.

“…Is that normal?”

Shōichi glanced back. “Then why are you so good at climbing walls?”

Conan laughed awkwardly. “I also forget my keys a lot.”

They exchanged a knowing look and turned away.

Perfectly normal reasons.

Inside, they crept forward silently—like two pros at breaking and entering.

In the living room sat a fat man tied to a chair, and next to him, a handsome middle-aged man also bound tightly.

As Conan stepped closer, the middle-aged man lifted his head. “Shi—Conan! Run!”

Disguised as Edogawa Fumiyo, Kudō Yukiko emerged holding a detonator—only to freeze when she saw the unexpected extra guest.

Sumitomo Shōichi?!

Didn’t Yūsaku say he’d explain everything to him later? Why was he here now?

Should she keep acting or stop?

Yukiko glanced at Yūsaku, who looked equally stunned.

This was… not in the script.

If they kept going, Conan’s real identity would be exposed.
If they stopped, they’d blow their cover.

In Yukiko’s moment of hesitation, Conan struck first—kicking a soccer ball square into her chest.

“Ah!”

Pain exploded through her ribcage.

Conan, never one to let up once he had the advantage, quickly tied up the “terrorist” using the pink rope Shōichi handed over.

Shōichi even helped by tying the rope into a neat little bow.

“It’s best to chase enemies to the end—never show false mercy like the Overlord of Chu,” he said approvingly.

Conan scratched his head, sheepish.

Despite their rocky start, they were strangely in sync.

“Wait—!” Yukiko tried to speak, but Shōichi handed Conan a handkerchief, which Conan promptly shoved into her mouth.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

Yukiko flailed on the floor like an angry caterpillar.

Meanwhile, Yūsaku and Professor Agasa exchanged looks of utter bewilderment.

This… was not how tonight was supposed to go.

According to the plan, Yūsaku and Agasa were supposed to “die tragically” in front of Conan, and Yukiko—posing as Fumiyo—would taunt him to drive the lesson home: stay cautious, stay hidden.

But now? After one misunderstanding after another—two arrests and a botched kidnapping—their “lesson” had devolved into chaos.

Even after Conan untied Yūsaku, the novelist was still at a loss for words.

“Let’s hand this criminal over to the police,” Shōichi suggested seriously. “We mustn’t show mercy to dangerous offenders.”

“No!” Yūsaku and Conan shouted in unison.

Conan hesitated afterward.

He’d always avoided the police—too risky, too much exposure. But now, maybe…

“Actually, handing her to the police might be fine…” he murmured.

Yūsaku looked at his wife.

Her eyes blazed with fury. Being trussed up by her own son—humiliating didn’t begin to cover it.

She would definitely make Shinichi “feel the love” later.

But for now… Shōichi was watching. They couldn’t risk revealing Shinichi’s identity.

“Something wrong?” Shōichi asked.

“No,” Yūsaku said quickly.

For the sake of secrecy, Yukiko would just have to… endure.

It was only a trip to the station. With his connections, he could get her released easily.

“Mmph!!” Yukiko writhed, glaring daggers.

Shōichi nodded reassuringly to Yūsaku. “Don’t worry. Considering your friendship with my father, I’ll make sure the police and the prison take special care of this criminal.”

Yūsaku winced. “That… won’t be necessary.”

“Mmph!” Yukiko protested even harder.

“Actually,” Yūsaku said hurriedly, “didn’t I mention Conan and I were just playing a game?”

“Oh?” Shōichi raised an eyebrow. “What kind of game?”

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At Shōichi’s villa—

Haibara was diligently practicing slicing fruit with her little fruit knife.

She’d use this blade to avenge her sister—to kill the man who had murdered her.

Slash!

A watermelon split cleanly in two, red juice splattering her face.

Unbothered, Haibara picked up a slice and bit into it, crimson staining her lips—save for a single black seed stuck on her tooth.

Yuuko watched fondly from the doorway.

What an earnest, hardworking child.

Having been saved by Shōichi-sama, she was now training so hard to prepare fruit for him—how sweet.

Yuuko discreetly snapped a photo.

She had to show Shōichi-sama how adorable and devoted this little girl was.

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