"You still went to help Conan?" Kōyū was already lying on the sofa, his eyes closed as if he were resting.

Kaito's mouth was stuffed full, but after Ai handed him the water, he drank it all in one gulp and then gasped for breath: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just fate." Kōyū's words were profound, so profound that Kaito couldn't understand a word of them.

Since he couldn't understand it, Kaito didn't dwell on it any longer. He walked over to the sofa, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

Ai sat down next to Kousuke with a cup of hot milk in her hand: "Is he Kaito Kid?"

"Mmm," Guangyou responded with a nasal tone.

Looking at the face that looked exactly like Kudo's, Ai asked curiously, "Is he wearing makeup? I've heard of such a magical art as disguise."

Suddenly, Kōyū stood up, reached out and pinched Kaito's face, pulling it hard: "No, actually this is what he really looks like, just as arrogant as Conan."

"What's amazing is that his childhood friend, Nakamori Aoko, is also remarkably similar to Ran."

Ai took a sip of milk: "The world is so big, there are all sorts of wonders."

"I can't handle your enthusiasm." Kaito rubbed his cheek, which had been pinched red. "By the way, how did you know I would come?"

Guangyou remained calm: "What's so strange about that? I also know that you used a whole bunch of pigeons to leave in a very pretentious way."

"Holy crap." Kaito cursed inwardly. He suspected that Kousuke had installed some kind of surveillance camera near the agency, otherwise how could he explain his every move as if he were right there at the scene?

"Could it be that he's like Hongzi?"

Young Kaito couldn't figure out how Mitsuyu knew, no matter how hard he tried.