Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [6]

“I…”

“I know you have no family left in Japan, but don’t be too sad.” Shōichi’s tone softened. “Just live here comfortably. You can repay your debt slowly, and you can treat Yuuko-san as your older sister.”

He paused with a faint smile. “I could even be your father.”

“Uuu…”

Ai swallowed the words that rose to her throat.

“Haibara Ai” had no family left. If she suddenly mentioned wanting to find Kudō Shinichi, it would immediately raise suspicion.

So instead, she buried her face in Yuuko’s arms and cried.

What should I do now? Do I really have to stay in this Organization man’s house? What if he finds out who I really am?

Ai felt as though her world had gone completely dark.

After crying herself out, she fell asleep in Yuuko’s embrace.

Yuuko gently patted her back. “Her body’s still so weak.”

“Take her back to her room to rest. I have to go to work,” Shōichi said, buttoning his shirt.

“Yes, Shōichi-sama.”

Now that he had another money-eating little creature at home, he needed to work even harder.

...

After changing into his suit, Shōichi rode his motorcycle toward the bank.

Not having a driver’s license was such a nuisance. Sumitomo Bank was a prestigious institution—what kind of manager rode a motorcycle to work?

“Good morning, Manager Shōichi.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Manager Shōichi!”

“Morning.”

Exchanging greetings, he entered his office, brewed a cup of coffee, turned on his computer and the radio, and leaned back in his chair with his handheld game.

“Hello, this is Shōichi.”

“The money’s wrong.”

Shōichi immediately sat up. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Why could I only withdraw one hundred million yen?” The voice on the other end was icy; Shōichi could almost feel Gin’s anger.

“It’s just normal loss,” Shōichi said smoothly.

“Normal loss?”

Gin’s tone grew murderous.

Since when did laundering money mean losing that much? If losses were that high, why would the Organization still use him?

“Ahem. Sumitomo Bank’s dealings with the Yamaguchi-gumi were exposed recently,” Shōichi explained. “I have to be cautious right now. Besides, I only just got back to Japan. Once everything’s set up, the losses won’t be nearly as bad.”

“I hope so,” Gin hissed through his teeth.

Eight hundred million down to one hundred—taxation couldn’t even reach that level.

“Don’t worry,” Shōichi said calmly.

After hanging up, he yawned.

The criminal world really had no future. So much risk, and for what? Rob a bank for a billion yen and lose almost everything to laundering.

And this scam would only work once—try it again, and Gin would never fall for it.

Sipping his coffee, Shōichi gazed out the window, feeling rather pleased with life.

A luxurious office, warm coffee, no gunfire. Far better than Gin, who spent his days killing people in the dark.

He wasn’t doing real crime anymore—just keeping the connections alive.

When the stock news mentioned copper prices dropping to $2800 a ton, he frowned and closed his laptop.

That useless supplier had failed again; prices would definitely fall further.

After idling away the rest of the day, he finally clocked out and headed home.

“What strange weather. Yesterday it poured, and now it’s snowing.” Shōichi pulled his coat tighter.

That was the world of Conan for you—nothing consistent.

You had to keep clothes for all four seasons on hand; spring, summer, autumn, and winter could all show up in one week.

He straddled his motorcycle, hesitated, then set his helmet back down.

With the snow this heavy, the roads would be slippery. What if he wiped out?

For safety’s sake, he decided to call a taxi.

“Hmm?”

He noticed a green car parked at the curb—door open, keys still in the ignition.

A wild car, right there waiting.

...

“Thank you so much for everything. I’ll definitely repay your kindness someday,” the plump Edogawa Fumiyo was saying earnestly to Mouri Kogoro and Ran.

“Um, ma’am…”

“What is it, Ran-chan? You’re going to miss little Conan-kun? Don’t worry, I’ll have him write you letters.”

“No, actually—”

“Oh, can’t bear to part with him? Then give him another goodbye hug!”

“Ma’am, your car just drove off by itself,” Ran said, pointing as the green car disappeared down the street.

“Huh?”

Fumiyo turned around in shock. The car was gone—only a blank check lay on the ground.

“Where’s my car!?” she shouted, dumbfounded.

My son was still inside!

“Hey, lady, who exactly are—huh?”

Conan had just turned to question the woman pretending to be his mother when he noticed the driver wasn’t her anymore—it was a man.

Is this her accomplice?

“Why are you in my car?” Shōichi asked.

“Your car?”

Conan blinked. Wasn’t this that woman’s car? How did it suddenly become his?

“If it’s not mine, is it yours?” Shōichi shot back, clearly annoyed. “Come on, kid—why are you in my car?”

“I… I don’t know.”

His certainty made Conan falter. He sounded so convincing.

But—hadn’t he just been sitting in that lady’s car? She’d still been talking to Uncle Mouri… Had he blacked out again?

Could this be another side effect of the drug? Memory loss?

What had he been doing just now?

“Can you let me out first?” Conan asked hesitantly.

“No problem.”

As Shōichi pulled over and reached for the door, a white-gloved hand rapped sharply on the window.

“Hello, you’re illegally parked. Please show me your driver’s license.”

Shōichi rolled the window down, wearing a sheepish smile.

The traffic officer smiled back—then grabbed his arm. “Open the door!”

Conan watched in bewilderment.

Isn’t this just a parking violation? Why are they dragging him out like a criminal?

“You’re driving without a license again? Where’d you steal this car from this time?” Miyamoto Yumi barked.

“What do you mean ‘steal’? You’re so rude!” Shōichi protested indignantly.

Yumi ignored him and turned to Conan. “Little boy, do you know where he stole this car from?”

“I… don’t know.” Conan’s brain still hadn’t caught up.

“Then what’s your relationship with him?”

“I don’t know him.”

“Wonderful—now you’re kidnapping children too!” Yumi glared at Shōichi.

She’d heard about these rich young heirs with their twisted hobbies.

“I’m innocent!” Shōichi shouted.

He hadn’t kidnapped anyone today!

Yesterday—maybe.

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