Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [7]

“Um…”

Conan wanted to say something in Shōichi’s defense, but didn’t know exactly what to say.

Had this guy kidnapped a child or not? Even Conan, as the supposed kidnapped child, wasn’t clear.

“You’re coming back to the station with me first,” Miyamoto Yumi said firmly.

Shōichi sighed deeply, “You know you can’t actually do anything to me, so why bother?”

Unable to stand Shōichi’s provocations anymore, Miyamoto Yumi stubbornly insisted on taking him back. Conan, the kidnapped kid, was also politely invited along to the police station.

...

“Hello, dear? Someone snatched him from us,” Edogawa Fumiyo reported anxiously to her husband on the phone.

After her car was stolen, she and the Mouris had chased after it until she finally split from them at a corner to make this call.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

The man clearly didn’t understand Fumiyo’s words.

“Shinichi was stolen away!”

“By whom? Was it the organization that shrunk Shinichi?”

“I don’t know!” Edogawa Fumiyo said, vexed.

Who knows who took him?

Whoever they were, they’d boldly stolen the car and child in broad daylight, obviously lawless people. Shinichi was probably doomed now that he was in their hands.

...

Meanwhile—

Mouri Kogoro and Ran bent over, panting heavily.

The car had driven off way too fast; they couldn’t even see the taillights anymore.

“Let’s report it to the police first,” Kogoro said helplessly.

There was nothing else they could do but ask the police for help.

Thieves and kidnappers these days were way too bold, stealing both a car and a child in broad daylight right in front of his own house.

The most frustrating thing was—they actually succeeded!

Ran, still catching her breath, replied, “I guess that's our only option now. By the way, where’s Edogawa-san?”

“She probably couldn’t run anymore and stopped to rest somewhere,” Kogoro guessed, glancing around.

“Ring ring ring~”

“Hello?”

“Hello, this is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.”

Ran blinked in surprise. She hadn’t even reported it yet—why were the police calling her?

“Is something the matter?” Ran asked, confused.

“A child named Conan says he’s your younger brother. He’s currently at the police station. Could you please come pick him up?”

“No problem! I’ll head right over.”

Ran hung up, thoroughly puzzled.

How did Conan end up at the police station?

...

At the police station, Conan had finally figured out his situation.

He hadn’t lost any memories after all.

He’d indeed been sitting inside that woman’s car—but this guy named Shōichi suddenly came over, stole the vehicle, and inadvertently took Conan along as a bonus prize.

Apparently, this Shōichi was a habitual car thief. He just really liked stealing cars. He had nothing to do with either that strange lady or the organization that drugged Conan.

Though theft was certainly bad, this man had unintentionally rescued him from the suspicious woman. Conan couldn’t help feeling this guy had inadvertently done something good.

Shōichi set down his glass, looking mildly displeased. “Don’t you serve tea or coffee when entertaining guests at the police station?”

Miyamoto Yumi smiled stiffly. “We don’t have any of that here. Besides, you’re a criminal—not a guest.”

Shōichi sighed deeply again, took out a checkbook from his pocket, filled it out, and handed the check to Miyamoto Yumi.

“Consider this a donation to your police station’s budget. Hopefully next time I can at least drink coffee.”

“The police won’t accept your money!” Miyamoto Yumi snapped, flinging the check back at Shōichi.

Did this guy really think he could do whatever he wanted just because he had money?

“Ah—Yumi, come here for a moment.”

Miyamoto Yumi was summoned away by an elderly officer. Shōichi watched her leave, then casually leaned back, crossed his legs, and began flipping through a newspaper.

Conan stared at him.

How can a car thief act this smug and comfortable in a police station?

Moreover, after Miyamoto Yumi returned from talking with the older officer, her expression wasn’t good at all. Without a word, she turned and left.

When the elderly officer approached Shōichi, his expression was gentle and cautious, as if he were afraid speaking too loudly might upset him.

Conan thought deeply.

Clearly, this man wasn’t just wealthy but influential. Was he the son of another powerful zaibatsu family?

The flame of justice in Conan’s heart ignited.

No matter how wealthy and powerful you are, you can’t stand above the law!

“Young Master Shōichi, are you feeling alright? Officer Miyamoto didn’t frighten you, did she?”

“I’ve been taking my medicine regularly, my mental health is much better now. I won’t have an episode from such a small fright.”

Conan’s internal fire fizzled out immediately.

Oh… Mental illness… That complicates things.

“Conan!”

“Ran-neechan!”

Conan rushed toward Ran, who lovingly stroked his head before picking him up.

Surprisingly, Professor Agasa was right behind her.

“How did you end up at the police station?” Ran asked him worriedly.

Conan explained how he’d unintentionally become a “bonus gift,” taken away by Shōichi along with the stolen car.

Mouri Kogoro stared angrily at Shōichi.

The elderly officer nervously stood in front of Shōichi, warning Kogoro who looked ready to fight, “Calm down! This is a police station—not a place you can freely start fights!”

Shōichi neatly folded his newspaper and placed it on the table, showing a faint smile. He handed the check Miyamoto Yumi had refused over to Kogoro.

“I sincerely apologize for this incident. Please accept this as my apology.”

“Do you really think everything can be solved by compensation?” Kogoro snapped, taking the check in annoyance. He intended to teach this arrogant young man that apologies didn’t always fix everything.

“Fi…fi…five million yen!?”

Seeing the number on the check, Kogoro stammered, nearly dropping his jaw in shock, then quickly adopted a totally different expression.

“Oh, well, you're really too polite! Actually, thank you for kindly picking up Conan-kun! Haha…”

Kogoro secretly wished Conan could be “picked up” by Shōichi a few more times. Such sincere compensation—it was definitely Conan’s fault for being so easily kidnapped.

“No thanks necessary. It’s my pleasure,” Shōichi replied with a gracious smile.

Ran covered her face in embarrassment. “Dad! How could you? Hurry up and return the money!”

...

After leaving the police station, Shōichi stretched his wrists comfortably.

He figured after this incident, Officer Miyamoto Yumi would probably avoid paying him any attention for quite a while.

Seriously.

A respectable young master like me isn’t rampaging through the streets bullying men and women—I’m just picking up a few unwanted cars here and there. Why keep harassing me?

Oh, and occasionally picking up unwanted girls, too.

His phone suddenly rang before his driver could arrive.

“Hello? This is Shōichi.”

“Manager Shōichi, this is Kotani Jirou. Our company was successfully listed thanks entirely to your guidance! Do you have time tomorrow? I'd like to express my gratitude to you at the Beika Hotel.”

“Of course, I’ll be there tomorrow at noon,” Shōichi answered smoothly.

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