The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"No."

"Officer Yamashita, I know—"

"Police, I have a—uh!"

Atsuto Yamashita, who opened his mouth and was about to call the police department to come over, was jumped up by Conan and covered his mouth.

"Wait a minute! I said!"

"I say!"

Perhaps because of his anxiety, Conan broke his voice rarely.

"Now I suddenly don't want to listen anymore." Wiping his mouth in disgust, Atsuto Yamashita put his hands in his pockets and turned on the recording function of his phone.

"Officer Yamashita, I want you to keep it a secret for me."

"Because what I'm going to say next is an incredible thing." Conan, who took back the bowknot voice changer, sighed and said solemnly.

He's only been younger for so long that he's going to be forced to tell the truth, and it looks like he's going to act a little more carefully in the future.

"My real identity is Shinichi Kudo, a high school student detective."

"A week ago, Xiaolan and I went to the amusement park, and I witnessed a black deal there."

"Just when I was fascinated, I was knocked down, and then I was poured a poison by a blond man."

"When I wake up, I will be what I am now."

"I'm sorry for hitting you with an ashtray last time, but that—"

"Why do you look so calm?"

Conan, who was narrating the truth to himself, raised his head, and what caught his eyes was the picture of Atsuto Yamashita leaning against the wall and scratching his ears in boredom.

"Oh, sorry."

"Wait for me to sort out my emotions and show you a surprise, Kudo Shinichi."

Atsuto Yamashita, who coughed twice while pinching his Adam's apple, made Conan Edogawa look black.

【This guy... has been calm for a while—】

【Wait a moment! 】

Conan, who was speechless, suddenly thought of a possibility: "You already knew?!"

When ordinary people hear such a bizarre story, it is impossible for ordinary people to have the expression of Atsuto Yamashita.Therefore, there may only be one person who is so calm!

"Isn't it easy to know your identity?"

"Don't forget, I'm a policeman."

Atsuto Yamashita picked up the ashes left under his fingernails, and blew, "You and Kudo Shin looked so much alike when you were young, everyone would doubt it."

"But what really makes me sure are the clothes that disappeared from your closet."

"Didn't I say that you are a rich second generation, so you don't know how to buy a few more clothes?"

Yamashita Toshito's cursing words made Conan's expression more serious.

At that time, the matter was urgent, and he had indeed neglected this aspect.

But... with just such a few clues to determine his identity?

You must know that his current appearance is just that of a child, even if he is——

【wrong! 】

"You know that organization!"

"You know that organization, right?!"

Conan Edogawa's breathing became heavy when he suddenly thought of this possibility, and he grabbed the corner of Atsuto Yamashita's clothes with both hands, his eyes were red.

This man, this man is so calm about his body shrinking, so calm that he seems to be familiar with it.Even when investigating him, he directly noticed his childhood clothes that had been at home for a long time.

Do ordinary people notice this?

Even if you see that there are no childhood clothes in the closet, you will only think that they have been thrown away a long time ago instead of thinking that someone has taken them away and put them on again after getting smaller.

What this shows is self-evident.

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Atsuto Yamashita stretched his waist, and pushed away Conan who seemed to be sticking to his body, but the undisguised narrow smile on his face clearly told the latter: I was lying.

"Wait a minute, don't go!"

"Forget about it, I have to go back to the police station to write a case report. If I don't submit it tomorrow, the police department may go crazy and deduct my salary."

"Wait a moment!"

Conan, who thought he would have to investigate for a long time before he could find out the news of the black organization, gritted his teeth and chased after him: "Atsushi Yamashita!"

With a stern shout, everyone outside the villa turned their heads in unison.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was walking on the lawn, stood still, then took out his mobile phone that had been recording from his pocket, and shook it at Conan.