Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [5]

The next morning, the rain had stopped. Sunlight streamed through the glass, spilling gently across the face of a certain little girl.

A small foot slipped out from under the blanket, toes wiggling slightly—then she suddenly sat up.

Her hair was soft and clean. She reached up to touch it, still dazed, and soon realized her whole body was fresh. She’d been bathed and changed—everything, even her underwear.

The room was simple but cozy: a wardrobe, a dressing table, green plants by the window, and a fluffy plush toy sitting on the bed.

After a brief hesitation, the little loli slid her feet into the soft pink slippers on the floor and quietly opened the bedroom door.

She stepped out into a spacious two-story villa. It took her a while to find the staircase.

Descending the stairs, she spotted a man eating breakfast.

Miyano Shiho’s body stiffened instantly.

That familiar pressure—the aura of the Organization—made it hard to breathe.

“You’re awake? Then come have breakfast,” Shōichi said casually.

Taking a quiet breath to steady herself, she climbed into the chair opposite him, doing as she was told.

“I…”

“I changed your clothes, gave you a bath, and fed you medicine myself,” Shōichi said lightly. “No need to be overly thankful.”

Shiho froze.

Wait—didn’t that mean he’d already seen her naked?
Not just seen—he’d touched her too!

“Here’s your breakfast. Please enjoy,” the maid said gently, setting a tray in front of her.

Meat porridge and sandwiches. But Shiho had no appetite at all.

Seeing her hesitation, the maid tilted her head and smiled kindly. “You really scared me last night—your fever was so high. Luckily, after I bathed you and the doctor gave you medicine, your temperature finally dropped.”

“Thank you,” Shiho murmured, feeling a flicker of relief.

Under their watchful eyes, she slowly began to eat.

Once she’d finished, Shōichi suddenly asked, “Oh right—I haven’t asked your name yet.”

“Miya—uh… Hai… Haibara Ai,” she stammered softly.

Shōichi nodded approvingly. “Ai—as in the sorrow that brings pain to the world? Good name.”

Ai: “…”
Maid-san: ~o(=∩ω∩=)m

She didn’t bother correcting him. Let him interpret it however he wanted.

As expected of someone from the Organization—even his first instinct was to link “Ai” with “pain.”

Her unease deepened.

If he were a normal person, he’d already have realized who she was by now—especially since her lab coat was probably still in his possession.

“Shōichi-sama, it’s time for your medicine,” the maid said, approaching with several pill bottles.

“I’m not sick.”

The maid looked troubled. “Your mental state is still unstable. Your father told me to make sure you take your medicine.”

Ai glanced discreetly at the bottles.

She recognized them—psychiatric medication.

After some gentle coaxing, Shōichi reluctantly swallowed the pills.

Once the maid took the bottles away, Ai turned back to him. “Actually, I—”

“Sign this first,” Shōichi interrupted, handing her a sheet of paper.

Her pupils contracted as she read it.

She lowered her eyes to the pink slippers on her feet.

It was an invoice.

Cleaning fees, medical bills, clothing costs, miscellaneous charges—everything totaled 2,370,000 yen.

In one night, she’d racked up over two million yen in debt.

When she’d been in the Organization, that amount would’ve been nothing.

But now, in a child’s body, having escaped with nothing but a fruit knife—confiscated by this man, no less—it was crushing.

Gritting her teeth, Ai signed the debt note.

He had saved her life, after all. No matter how ridiculous the charges, she’d treat it as repayment.

“Oh, and the monthly interest is ten percent,” Shōichi added.

Ai nearly snapped the pen in half.

This unscrupulous loan shark!

With the economy down, the average interest rate was around 2.8%, yet this villain dared set it at ten—higher than even the worst years!

As expected of an Organization man—black-hearted to the core.

She glared at the name “Haibara Ai” written on the paper.

Fine. Haibara Ai owed the money. What did that have to do with Miyano Shiho?

Handing the paper back, Ai tried again. “I—”

“Oh, since you came to me for help, I should arrange schooling for you first,” Shōichi interrupted smoothly.

“Actually, I—”

“Do you prefer elementary school, junior high, or should I skip straight to high school?”

“Well…”

“University would be hard; it’s not enrollment season. A transfer right now would be messy,” Shōichi went on.

“I want to go home!” Ai finally burst out.

“Go home?”

Shōichi leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. “But you’re undocumented. Where exactly is your home? I checked your records last night—there’s no trace of you in Japan. You entered illegally, didn’t you?”

Alarms blared in Ai’s mind.

Danger!

Shōichi suddenly tossed a photograph onto the table—two unfamiliar faces.

“These are your parents, right? Haibara Shimei and Haibara Kiyotani. Japanese-Mexicans who entered Japan illegally. Last night, their car went off a bridge. Both died on the spot. You have no family left.”

He reached out and gently patted Ai’s hair.

Ai blinked in confusion.

…Huh?

The random fake identity she’d made up actually matched real people?

Could coincidences like this even happen?

“Don’t be too sad,” Shōichi said softly. “Meeting me last night must be fate. From now on, just stay by my side.”

To avoid suspicion, Ai forced out a few tears, pretending to cry—but the tears wouldn’t stop.

Shōichi stroked her head gently while the maid handed her tissues, comforting her like a doting guardian.

Ai felt mortified.

Why am I crying in front of someone from the Organization?

She sniffled and accepted the tissues, sobbing softly.

Sob, sob…

The one crying was Haibara Ai.
Miyano Shiho had nothing to do with it.

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T/N: WHAT WASNT IT LIKE 1.5 MILLION BEFORE??? this guy is a SNAKE

hes just like me...

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