Chapter 2: I Want to Meet Death

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I got up, washed up, and took some milk and the egg sandwich I bought at the convenience store last night out of the fridge. After so many years, I’m used to eating cold food, so breakfast is just something to get through.

I had taken leave to go back to Yokohama because my grandfather passed away from lung cancer. Today is my first day back at the Metropolitan Police Department.

I still miss smartphones a lot. After these few days off, it feels like my original life has completely slipped away. In this era where newspapers are still the main medium for news, information dissemination is just too slow.

But from what I remember, Shinichi Kudo should already be a high school junior by now, so Detective Conan should be appearing soon, right? Now all that’s left is for Gin to make his move, and this world will evolve into the smartphone era within half a year.

Conan and Gin really put in a lot of effort to speed up the development of civilian technology.

I parked the car and took the elevator up to the Third Division of the First Investigation Department. Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Juzo Megure, known for his lightning-fast response and well-traveled throughout the country.

“Good morning, Inspector Megure.” Though I was now roughly on the same level after my promotion, Megure was still my senior. Following Japanese social customs, I still addressed him as Inspector Megure.

“How’s your family situation?” Megure asked with genuine concern.

“Pretty much okay. It’s been many years, so I was mentally prepared,” I replied truthfully. My grandfather’s lung cancer wasn’t a sudden discovery; I had been bracing myself for this for years.

Habitually, I grabbed a can of coffee from the vending machine and followed Megure toward the open-plan office.

Though as an inspector he was barely considered management, Megure was still a field commander and often went out on duty. So neither he nor I had a private office. However, Megure, being senior, had a semi-private section within the open workspace.

“Any cases lately?” I tidied up a bit. Well, actually, I had packed everything before leaving, and there wasn’t much left on my desk. I casually asked Wataru Takagi, who was passing by, about recent cases.

The people at the Metropolitan Police Department are genuinely good-natured, but their skills leave much to be desired. In the nearly week I was on leave, even without Conan active, the crime rate in this town must have left a pile of “suicide cases.”

“Yes, there are,” Takagi nodded and began counting on his fingers. “On the very night you took leave, the general manager Yamazaki of Hachiryo Bank was murdered at a banquet. Then there was the murder on the roller coaster at Tropical Land, followed by a suicide at the home of idol Hiroko Okino…”

I listened, stunned, as Takagi rattled off the list. I know how high the crime rate is in this town, but so many in one week? Wait, did you just say roller coaster?

“Has the case been solved?” I didn’t remember the earlier cases, and honestly not the later ones either. Over a thousand episodes before crossing over, it was enough to keep track of the main characters and relationships. To make sure it was the same roller coaster case, I asked again.

“Yes, it’s been solved,” Takagi said, then added with admiration, “Shinichi Kudo and Kogoro Mori are really amazing.”

“…”

Looks like the deadly duo has officially debuted. No wonder their accomplishments are so impressive.

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Although everyone in my previous life always called Conan the Reaper, as far as I’m concerned, Kogoro Mori is far from innocent. When Shinichi was still himself, although the crime rate was high, it wasn’t this absurd. Back then, it took a year to reach a thousand cases; now they surpass that in six months. Clearly, this father-in-law and son-in-law partnership produces some strange chemistry. Mori is probably the kind who doesn’t react well alone but goes into overdrive when paired with Shinichi.

Since the story has started, I’m actually a bit curious. I’ve been on the force for a long time, yet it feels like some unseen force has always prevented me from meeting Shinichi Kudo.

A case of “king doesn’t meet king,” huh?

Now that the plot’s begun, the whole world revolves around Conan. They can’t just leave me on the sidelines, right?

After all, if there are over a thousand episodes in six months, everyone else will be running around busy while I’m on leave?

Damn it, I hope no one makes new cases outside of that thousand-episode span.

Please… don’t.

Suddenly, I felt anxious.

I’d spent the whole day doing nothing.

Does that make sense? Didn’t Conan make a move today? Or was I really blocked by the Reaper’s will from meeting him?

Near the end of the day, a call came in.

And the caller was none other than the most professional—Ran Mori.

Inspector Megure only dispatched a few ordinary officers.

I guessed it was because it was near the end of the day, and Megure thought Kogoro Mori could handle it, so he didn’t want to delay everyone’s time off.

What a great leader.

But since there was a clear directive, I decided to see whether some old thief’s will was really isolating me from meeting Conan.

So I voluntarily followed the team.

Reason? No reason needed. Does responding to a call require a reason? I’m working overtime on my own initiative; who would mind?

We soon arrived at the scene.

A large, beautiful traditional Japanese villa.

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“The victim is Maru Denjiro, 51 years old. Cause of death: a single stab wound to the chest from a samurai sword, fatal instantly…”

Inspector Megure began his usual formal description of the deceased and started asking those present to identify themselves.

The victim’s wife, Maru Inako, wore a kimono with a mole under her right eye. The two others were the maids, Kumi and Saori.

I stepped inside to examine the scene.

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