In the afternoon, much of the snow had been swept away by the cleaners, and the remaining snow had been melted by the scorching sun, forming small pools of water stains on the asphalt road surface.

Kudo looked out the window at the bright sunny sky, put his white baseball cap on his head, then reached out to open the door and left.

Even such a bright sun couldn't stop him from going out to see Ai-chan!

And in order to prevent Conan and Haibara Ai's Black Organization from detecting his nerve alarms, he deliberately wore white.

——Although only Conan’s Black Organization’s detection nerves will alert the black clothes.

Lu Qi looked down at his clothes. The sunlight reflected a little light on the white fabric.

His thoughts couldn't help but wander for a moment.

Does his behavior constitute light pollution?

He and Ai made an appointment to meet at a coffee shop, but not the Poirot Coffee Shop around the Maori Detective Agency.

But it is the xx coffee shop a few blocks away from it.

Most people who live as far as Beika-cho will not go there.

It's so funny. If he meets Ran Mouri with this kind of behavior, won't she be furious?

If Maori Ran explodes, then Maori Kogoro will explode too, and Conan will have to explode as well, and in the end, everyone will explode (?).

In short, in order to prevent people in this world from thinking that he has the intention of occupying the magpie's nest, he'd better stay away from those who don't know the truth but are very familiar with Kudo Shinichi.

Thinking of this, Kudo didn't have any extra expression. He walked all the way there.

Although the steps looked steady, they could not hide the excitement.

He was in no mood to think about all that mess right now.

The joyful aura he carries with him adds a bit of youthfulness to him. The few strands of hair that cannot be suppressed by the baseball cap fly in the sunlight, making him look bold and lively.

After winning prizes, picking up money, and being asked for contact information along the way, Kudo finally arrived at his destination smoothly.

Ai Huihara sat at a table by the window, holding a cup of cappuccino in her hand with a cold expression.

She was dressed somewhat maturely, and her behavior was mature, too—if she hadn't been sitting on the sofa with her feet barely touching the ground.

Kudo couldn't help but laugh.

Haibara Ai looked up when she heard the voice. The young man had long arms and legs, and when he walked in on the light, he looked like a son of God who had lived in the sunshine since childhood.