"That's strange..." He pushed up his glasses. "When did Mom start practicing nighttime yoga?"
And that intermittent panting... always reminded him of when he was still alive, when he caught Yuzuru giving his mother a "massage" at home. His mother was also in a similar state of near suffocation then, and he called it "deep muscle relaxation therapy"...
The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
After thinking for a long time without figuring it out, Conan decided to give up.
He had a tricky murder case to solve right now, so he didn't have time to care about his mother practicing some weird yoga late at night.
Mainly, his mother really enjoys practicing yoga.
Same scenario, same excuse.
The father and son made the same choice.
Wow, the acting of this international film star is just amazing!
"Conan?" Mitsuhiko suddenly leaned closer. "When is Aunt Yukiko coming?"
“She…” Conan’s lips twitched, “is practicing yoga.”
Genta rubbed his stomach and muttered, "The master is so strange; even a murder scene isn't as important as yoga..."
Just then, Inspector Megure happened to pass by them. He adjusted his signature hat, a meaningful look in his eyes, and said cryptically, "Conan, some yoga... is indeed more important than murder cases."
Conan: "???"
What kind of yoga could be more important than a murder case?
You call yourself a police officer?! How could you say something like that?
After mentally ranting about Inspector Megure, Conan turned his attention to the middle-aged man wearing glasses in the room.
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