Conan: Life between Green Plum and Skyfall

"Wow! You're awesome, Dad! I knew you could handle anything! By the way, you probably remembered to help Edogawa Fumiyo and that Dark Night Baron you played register an identity too!

Wait, your nationality...why is it Egyptian? How do I look African?

After taking the small notebook from Yusaku's hand, Conan sighed at first, and then after noticing the content on it, he felt a little unwell.

"Haha, what do you think? Are you surprised? I, your father, put a lot of thought into this identity! After all, it's very troublesome to give your completely non-existent identity a legal one."

"But why Egypt? Dad, you have deep connections in both the island nation and the United States. It would be easiest to get me an identity in these two countries!"

"It seems that you still don't understand my good intentions!"

Yusaku looked at Conan with an innocent face, patted his head and smiled dotingly.

"Good intentions?"

After hearing Yusaku's words, Conan thought for a moment and said uncertainly:

"Could it be, Dad, that it's because there are too many Black Organization members in these two countries? Thinking about it, it makes sense. These two countries are almost the ones with the most infiltration by wineries, especially the island country, which is the birthplace of wineries.

The chances of them discovering your fake identity here are really high. Dad, I was wrong about you. You are still very reliable!"

Yusaku's smile froze after hearing Conan's analysis. Was that what he was thinking? How could he not know?

Also, the island nation is the birthplace of the winery? Where did my son get this gossip?

Why did he feel like all the information he'd been diligently collecting for so long didn't seem to be as good as what his own brat knew? The tiny details he'd casually revealed already surpassed what he'd gathered through all that hard work, even after contacting his friends on Facebook!

However, since Conan said so, for the sake of his old father's face, he still pretended to be calm and said:

"Ah, yes, that's right, that's what I thought! After all, for your safety, it's better to be safe."

As for his original thoughts, he believed that as long as his little brat was given enough time, he would be able to guess it sooner or later.

Conan, who didn't know Yusaku's true thoughts, looked at the smiling old father in front of him and shook his head helplessly:

"Tsk, it turns out that old ginger is still spicy!"

At the same time, he began to wonder if he had gone too far this time. His father cared so much about him, even considering him so meticulously, and he was taking advantage of his lack of information to trick him? Wasn't that a bit too much?

"Haha, your dad will always be your dad! Okay, little brat, stop wasting time and let's go back! If you don't come up, your mom and I won't take you back!"

"Wait, I'm coming!"

After hearing Yusaku's words, even though he knew he was just trying to scare him, Conan didn't dare to take any chances. What if? What if the stinky old man really was a bad person and left him here all alone? Wouldn't that be a disaster for him?

Thinking of this, Conan withdrew his thoughts and sat on the motorcycle.

"Okay, let's go home!"

After putting on the helmet, Yusaku said with a smile, and with the roar of the motorcycle, everything in the Yabuuchi family finally came to an end.

Next, Conan can finally return to his daily life, I guess.