Kudo Shinichi, who understood that the man was determined not to open the door for him, leaned against Dilu's door panel, hesitated for a moment, ran to the window on the first floor, and climbed into Dilu's window with his little short legs.

Although he didn't know the reason yet, he was sure that Di Lu wouldn't kill him, and since he wouldn't, it wouldn't prevent him from gaining an inch.

The little detective with no sense of morality has long forgotten the warning Di Lu gave him, and is even so arrogant that he begins to search the house of the warner. Standing on tiptoe, he took down the hanging paintings that might have hidden something behind them, and knocked on the wall to look for what might be a hollow spot.

Listening to the sound coming from outside the house, Di Lu smiled silently.

This house has Shuichi Akai, how can there be the "evidence" that the little detective wants? And this reckless guy really forgot the "nanny" who had a relationship in his family before, and acted arrogantly and almost unconcealed.

Let's let Mr. FBI teach the little detective a lesson first.

Thinking happily like this, Di Lu continued to soak in the bath with peace of mind.

…

Conan, who was rummaging through the cabinets, did not notice the danger approaching, and focused on searching for everything in the house, until he was suddenly lifted by the back collar.

"That, Minglai, listen to me..."

Conan Edogawa, who thought it was Tanidake Minglai, smiled and turned around, but saw a pair of dark green eyes.

Damn it! It's the "bodyguard" I saw last time! He's still there! That organization is still suspicious of that guy in Minglai!

The detective's thinking is off-track.

Shuichi Akai looked at Edogawa Conan angrily, and he didn't know how to move.

The kid was a bit like the boy he had met on the beach a few years ago who called himself "Holmes' disciple", but the age was not right, except that his movements and behavior patterns seemed to be exactly the same.

A little worried about the measures against the boy, Akai Shuichi knew that even if Camus, the guy who didn't know his real gender, was in the bathroom now, he must have already noticed the boy's movements, and the silence was just a tacit acquiescence to him... Or rather, the bath must have been in its true form, and he had to let him handle it.

There was a flash of contemplation in his green eyes, but the boy in his hand was still as tricky as a hot potato.

He has broken away from the organization, but the unknown identity of Camus has not, although he has been complaining in his heart that he is afraid that he is not an undercover agent, but when he is not completely sure, he naturally still looks at that guy with the eyes of the members of the organization...

No, even if it's fully confirmed, you can't take that wayward guy lightly.

Looking at the chaotic hall that was turned over by the boy, Akai Shuichi silently picked up the hanging paintings that had been taken down, and began to clean up with the little boy who had died.

His room is on the first floor, thank you for not going on a mission today, Kurosawa Jessica, or rather, Gu Yue Minglai that guy will definitely not put anything unfavorable to him and the organization in the place where his "organization traitor" lives, you can just let that little boy have fun, but his own room will not work.

Thinking of the pistol and all kinds of bullets hidden under the bed, anesthetics, eavesdropping devices in drawers, and sniper rifles in the closet, Akai Shuichi had a headache.

If he is allowed to turn it over, then he will not be able to wash it, and he may even be sent oranges again by this little boy who has a strong sense of justice but inexplicably tolerates the bad guy who is "Camus".

After all, it's not the first time, the business is familiar.

It's just that I don't know if Camus, who was annoyed by his own entanglement this time, will buy himself out of the oranges, maybe the irritability of the invasion of private territory will make that guy directly stay in the oranges enough to get him out of here and then release himself?

I don't know why Shuichi Akai, who completely forgot about his FBI colleagues, was in a good mood and even had a good thinking, and picked up the last position of the mess - the pillow on the sofa and put it on the sofa.

And the little boy who has been carried is not honest, he has been struggling, of course, our great Mr. FBI, Agent Akai did not let him struggle from his hands.

Otherwise, not to mention his reputation as an ace, just Camus, who has been eyeing upstairs, is enough for them to drink a pot.

Pressing the little boy on the couch, Shuichi Akai quietly waited for the real protagonist to appear.

Di Lu, who had taken a comfortable hot bath, didn't let them wait long, put on a yukata and walked down, her long silver hair even dripping down.

At first glance, it looks like it hasn't been wiped with a towel.

But no one cared about it, Dilu looked at Conan, feeling that his nerves had been tense for a long time, and it could be regarded as a threat, so he walked up and pinched his little round face.

"Hello? Have you learned to trespass into private houses? "Actually, I can't say that, after all, this cub has always been familiar with these crimes... Or rather, to do it.

Because of his weak heart, Conan, who allowed Gu Yue Minglai to ravage his face, saw that he didn't seem to have the intention of pursuing it, and his mind suddenly became active again.

"So it was you that day? You don't know him, why do you still attack him? ”

Listening to the secretly changing concepts in this kid's words, Di Lu felt that Conan might really have some misunderstanding about him, so he couldn't hear the obvious problems in these two sentences.

"Yes or no, does it matter? It's impossible for you who know my identity not to know that if I really want to kill, I don't need a reason, right? After all, a killer is nothing more than an employer's knife. ”

Smoothing the hair around Shun Conan's ears and looking at Shuichi Akai's unconsciously tensed muscles, Dilu knew that the ace agent seemed to use his confession as a signal to extinguish his mouth.

But isn't that more fun? Why explain? Dilu's heart was ready to make trouble.

"The most important thing, Conan, there is no evidence that it was me, the poison was ingested by the dead guy three hours ago, and I met him for an hour at most, why do you think it was me?"

"That's what I suspected... In addition, you did not have any motive for committing the crime, in fact, what really makes me doubt you is that you have a completely different attitude towards the case than before..."In the past, you would not stand up and reason, and even wanted to let the incident end in a hurry.

"Ah, you said that day, because there is something important to do, so you have to leave quickly."

Delu explained to the detective who didn't realize that the topic had been pulled from "he must be the murderer" to "he had something to do that day".

"This is the business that I am currently working for, and I remember to sign the contract that day, so it is not good to make customers wait for a long time."

Dilu pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed Conan the contract template.

"I can't show you the content, so I'll show you this."

And you still pack food? Is it really that capricious?

Conan, who was taken astray, twitched the corner of his eye, sighed, accepted the fate of his wrong inspiration, took out a hair dryer from the drawer he had turned over before, dragged Dilu down and began to help him blow his hair.

Looking at the little boy who stepped into Makata with half a foot but was fooled because of his trust in Gu Yue Minglai, Shuichi Akai was silent.

There are some things that it is good not to know.