Why didn't you call the police?
It's quite strange to hear this from a detective.
But when he thought about the guy in front of him who was among the "famous detectives," known for calling the police first when things got bad, Conan calmed down a lot.
It should be said that anyone who first interacts with a police officer like Superintendent Akechi would believe that reporting to the police is useful.
But Conan, or rather, Shinichi Kudo, is not.
He consistently encountered Inspector Megure, a police officer with absolutely no criminal investigation skills, who ignored countless clues at the scene, handled cases in a simplistic and brutal manner, and had an absurdly low case-solving rate.
Shinichi Kudo has a natural desire to perform, but on the other hand, seeing such a bumbling policeman wandering around in front of him, anyone with a modicum of intelligence might have the thought of "letting the professionals handle it."
While becoming the "savior of the Japanese police," Shinichi Kudo's trust in the police also dropped to an unimaginable level.
Even so, when he first became Conan, he did call the police once.
"Huh? Really?" Since she hadn't witnessed Shinichi Kudo shrinking in person, Yoruichi Toyama paused for a moment, trying to think it through.
As I recall, in the original work...
"I was knocked unconscious by that long-haired guy named Gin, then drugged and dumped in an alley."
Conan explained listlessly.
"It shouldn't have been long before they were discovered by patrolling police and taken back to the nearby police station."
Is that how it is?
Yoruichi Toyama just remembered that the original story was similar, in which Shinichi, who had shrunk, was discovered and taken away by police officers patrolling the park.
It is evident that although real-world events may differ slightly, the outcomes are similar.
"The problem is, I told them right then and there that there were men in black conducting illegal transactions, and that they had shrunk me down..."
As Conan spoke, his voice grew softer and softer with guilt.
"...They don't believe it..."
No one would believe that...
Yoruichi Toyama sighed, feeling that neither side could be blamed for the situation.
A boy whose mental state is unstable due to his body shrinking, and who looks like a 7-year-old child.
A group of police officers from Jiaofan listened to the child's nonsense and had to patiently ask for his name and address in hopes of finding his family and returning him as soon as possible.
How can this be considered effective communication!
"But why did Professor Agasa suddenly believe you?"
"He didn't believe it at first either..." Conan, who had always regarded his experience as a grand adventure with no other choice, only realized that there were other options when he looked back and reviewed it for the first time.
"Professor Agasa even suspected that I was a kid sent by Shinichi Kudo to play a prank, until I deduced from his state at the time what he had done some time ago..."
Conan blinked, and the lenses in his eyes began to glow.
"So you're saying that calling the police isn't wrong in itself, but I should have taken a more trustworthy approach?"
Yoruichi Toyama has never been disappointed by this guy's intellect and insight.
Moreover, Shinichi Kudo's greatest strength is that he can face his mistakes squarely.
Instead of stubbornly refusing to admit mistakes due to pointless pride, or even going down a dead end.
Yoruichi Toyama smiled and patted Conan's wise-looking head.
"Alright, now you've actually called the police, haven't you?"
"As for Amuro, I think what he meant wasn't 'If the Black Organization finds out about Shinichi Kudo's existence, you'll be dead,' but more importantly, the fact that you've shrunk..."
Akemi nodded thoughtfully.
"According to Ai, although that drug is still in the second phase of research and development, Gin often uses it as a tool to silence people. There has never been a case of a person who has taken the drug surviving, let alone someone like you who has shrunk."
In other words, even if Gin has any doubts, he will only suspect whether "Shinichi Kudo" and "Shiho Miyano" are still alive, and he will not think that they are living as elementary school students.
“That makes sense.” Conan nodded.
Or rather, he himself was the one most eager to reveal all of this to his beloved.
He and Xiaolan saw each other every day, yet they didn't recognize each other; it had been far too long.
“However, I’m not saying Ran is unreliable…” Seemingly hesitant due to a sense of trepidation, Conan hesitated again, “Uncle Kogoro…”
“We’re all used to saying that this uncle gets into trouble because of drinking and doesn’t do his job properly,” Yoruichi Toyama said with a smile, “but have you ever really seen him mess up anything important?”
If it were the kind of organization that's more trouble than it's worth, the Mori Detective Agency, which has been operating for so many years, wouldn't just be a case of being ignored; it would probably be heavily in debt and embroiled in lawsuits by now.
Conan, having figured this out, immediately froze.
Does Uncle really have deductive reasoning skills? How can he support Xiaolan and himself, and even have beer to drink every day?
Then what am I?
A complete traitor who works for him without getting paid?
"Don't forget," Yoruichi Toyama's voice still reminded him, "Uncle Kogoro used to be a detective in the First Investigation Division."
"Even if he's not very capable, you can completely trust him when it comes to discipline."
"I think you just have a special kind of bias towards the police..."
Conan muttered to himself, but it wasn't that he was unwilling to accept this statement.
As for Xiaolan's mother, that lawyer queen aunt...
As long as she doesn't cook, she's a flawless perfection!
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