He was arguably the biggest executioner he had ever seen in his detective career. Murder, arson, and all sorts of evil deeds—that's the kind of guy Yuzuru Hanyu was.
Who are you trying to fool by pretending to be innocent now? Who would believe you?
Oh, show it to his mom, she'll believe it.
A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in Conan's heart. How could he have such a stupid mother!
He and his dad are both so smart, quick-witted, and logically sound, so why is his mom so different? Yuzuru's acting is so fake, yet his mom still fell for it; it's truly speechless.
What a misfortune for our family!
Conan silently complained about his mother in his mind.
As for all the hints that the little girl Ai had given him before, he hadn't grasped their deeper meaning. The great detective had long since forgotten about it and didn't take it to heart at all.
"What to do, what to do, I'm too excited to sleep. Mitsuhiko, are you asleep?" Genta tossed and turned in bed, muttering to himself, breaking the slightly dull silence.
"Not yet." Mitsuhiko's voice came from the side, filled with the same excitement and restless anticipation.
“I remember that movie was The Potato Baron’s Counterattack,” Genta continued, his voice rising slightly with excitement.
"No, that's not it. The title of the short film shown in the trailer is... um... I remember..." Mitsuhiko retorted, trying hard to search his memory.
The two little ones lay on the bed, excitedly discussing something, completely absorbed in their own world, oblivious to everyone around them.
Listening to the endless chatter of the two kids beside him, Conan, who was already annoyed, became even more irritable. He tossed and turned on the bed, holding his head in his hands, and after a long while, he finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh dear, this is Mary Sue Queen's Requiem! You can't even remember this?"
Conan sat up abruptly, annoyed.
Before he could even finish speaking and vent his anger, he saw the two little ones already lying there obediently asleep.
Conan: "..."
There's a "mmp" he doesn't know whether he should say or not.
"Hehehehe..."
Conan shrugged, laughing in exasperation.
What a terrible thing!
He felt incredibly unlucky. A renowned detective had been reduced to hanging out with a bunch of elementary school kids, not only having to share a small bed with them but also having to endure their noise.
This world is becoming increasingly incomprehensible to him.
It was as if everything had veered off course from his familiar path and was developing in a completely inexplicable direction.
Conan lay back down, closed his eyes, and finally forced himself to calm down, deciding not to stoop to the level of a bunch of kids.
The clock on the wall is ticking slowly.
In the living room, Hojima Ryo and his colleague Furumura Tokuhiro were resting on the sofa.
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