Led by Kogoro Mouri, the group, including his family and cats, took two taxis to reach the residence of diplomat Tsujimura.
Yoruichi thought to himself, "It's probably because this diplomat isn't high-ranking enough and doesn't get much media attention. Otherwise, wouldn't it arouse suspicion if so many people came all at once?"
Heiji Hattori, the one who started the idea of "going together," kept asking questions like "Do you know Shinichi Kudo?" and "Where is he now?" because they were in the same car.
He completely ignored the eye rolls the person and the cat were giving him.
"So, Hattori-kun," Yoru Toyama, annoyed to no end, had to change the subject, "do you like being a detective?"
It was a perfectly ordinary question, yet the dark-skinned boy, who had been so enthusiastic just moments before, visibly deflated.
"What good is it if I like it?..."
Heiji Hattori leaned back in the back seat and muttered to himself.
"Won't you end up taking over my dad's job in the future..."
Hey, this is practically Versailles!
Yoruichi Toyama gave him a look that was both funny and exasperating.
It is precisely because she is a time traveler with a relatively superior status that she is not jealous of these privileged second-generation officials.
"Hmm? Isn't being a policeman a good thing?"
And how many years can you serve as a rank-and-file police officer?
It's not impossible for him to climb to the top position at the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters in the future, which is the same position as your father.
However, Hattori Heiji first looked at Toyama Yoruichi strangely, then lowered his gaze to the black cat sitting upright in the car seat between the two of them, and gradually revealed a look of realization.
"Ah, I remember now!" He pointed at me without any politeness. "Toyama... you're that special consultant hired by the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigative Division, the detective with a cat, right!"
He's well-informed; he even knows about this.
Yuanshan Yeyi nodded: "It's me."
"Then I don't understand." Hattori Heiji finally withdrew his hand and scratched his head. "You're a detective yourself, do you really think being a policeman is better than being a detective?"
"It's not really a matter of good or bad..." Yoruichi Toyama thought for a moment and answered as simply as possible, "I just feel that detectives like those in mystery novels will eventually disappear from the stage of history."
"Would you be willing to become an extramarital affair detective like Uncle Mori?"
"What did you say..." Hattori Heiji, with the pride of a high school detective, instinctively wanted to refute.
But after thinking about my father's and the Osaka Prefectural Police's usual work, I realized that there was some truth to what he said.
After all, the Osaka Prefectural Police are far superior to ordinary prefectural police in terms of ability, and even Inspector Megure, a representative of the Metropolitan Police Department's "laissez-faire" faction, is far inferior to them.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to feel proud of my father and all my uncles and elders, or to defend my persistent career as a detective.
"You expected this, didn't you, Hattori-kun?"
Yoruichi Toyama glanced at the little dark face lost in thought and chuckled softly.
"Police work as a team, while detectives are often individual heroes, which inevitably limits their capabilities!"
"So this isn't a question of which is better..."
“…So,” Hattori Heiji murmured almost simultaneously, “that’s why you chose to cooperate with the police?”
"Isn't it great?" Yoruichi Toyama looked at his expression and knew that he had taken it to heart to some extent, so she continued with a grin, "Detectives don't have law enforcement power, but the way the police work limits them in many ways, and they can't make wildly imaginative deductions."
"However, perhaps someone like Hattori-kun could combine the two in the future."
Hattori Heiji seemed lost in thought, about to nod, when he suddenly realized something.
"What are you doing?! Just like me, trying to trick me into becoming a policeman!"
"You're acting like a detective agency?"
He looked up, glaring at Yoruichi Toyama with a hint of resentment.
Yoruichi Toyama didn't say anything more, but she almost snapped Taro's neck while trying to suppress her laughter.
"Meow!……"
Taro let out a terrible scream and struggled to break free from the clutches.
[Host, what are you doing?]
"I'm sorry..." Although Yoruichi Toyama responded like this, her tone and expression in her mind were not apologetic at all, but rather carried a hint of suppressed laughter.
"I've wanted to ask you this for a while now. Is this how your system translates? It's one thing for the Kansai dialect to become a Shaanxi dialect, but even the vocabulary is dialect-ized?"
"I really want to meet Mr. Hattori Heizo now, and see what his expression was when his son introduced it as 'This looks like Russia'!"
Well, that's beyond Russia's control!
Taro seemed a little guilty when the topic came up.
[Russia has long reported that this translation plugin is faulty, and the system doesn't listen to Russia...]
[Oh no, I'm starting to smell like that too...]
...
When the passengers from the two cars met in front of the Tsujimura family mansion, Yoruichi Toyama noticed that Conan was in a rather unwell state.
Not only was he constantly sniffling, but he also seemed drowsy and lethargic.
It looks like it won't be long before it turns back to normal.
Fortunately, according to his plan, he didn't need to intervene at all, and the incident was resolved smoothly.
Yoruichi Toyama, who was secretly making plans, picked up her cat and followed the others through the gate.
Mrs. Tsujimura Kimie, who had arrived just a step earlier than them, was clearly waiting for them.
Upon entering the mansion, they encountered the young master of the Tsujimura family and his girlfriend, who had caused all these problems.
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