It's just a grocery store.

When Lingshi took Conan to a private room in another sushi restaurant, Conan still looked like he had lice on his butt and was fidgeting.

Ling Shi was annoyed by his interruption, so he put down the menu and said to him seriously:

"Are you still concerned about what's going on over there?"

Conan said confidently:

"Because someone died over there, of course I care."

Zero Hour: "But that's the police's job, Conan. It has nothing to do with us."

Conan: "But..."

Zero Hour: "No buts, Conan, do you know what the police are?"

Conan stared at Ling Shi, wanting to know what he was going to say next. Ling Shi continued:

"No matter how much you admire your brother Shinichi, or what he says, you have to know that he is just an ordinary person, a detective, and has no right to hang around crime scenes."

"If anyone claiming to be a detective can enter a crime scene, what will the police be for?"

Conan wanted to refute, but found that he couldn't refute, but he had always been...

"Remember Ida Ko just now?"

Conan nodded. Of course he knew them. They were the four people Kudo Shinichi had known since childhood.

Zero Time: "I remember Shinichi was like this when he was as young as you, but he was educated."

"But he probably doesn't remember those four people now. They clearly taught him."

Conan calmed down and silently began to recall something he seemed to have forgotten for a long time.

Lingshi held his chin with his hand, looked at Conan and continued:

"Maybe some police officers aren't as smart as your Shinichi brother, but that's their job. That's the police's home turf, not the detective's."

"And to be honest, not all real detectives are like Sherlock Holmes. They are more likely to accept investigations such as finding cats and extramarital affairs."

Conan remained silent, as if he had finally remembered something. These were things he had heard before.

"But the police's duties are very clear. They are responsible for protecting the property and personal safety of the public, so finding the criminal is their job, and detectives do not have the right to search the scene."

"Just like what you did just now, it can even be said to be disturbing the order and destroying the scene, Conan. If the police take it to heart, they have the right to take such a detective back to the police station."

As Lingshi said this, he saw that Conan finally stopped looking anxious and lowered his head to reflect on his past.

There was no point in talking any further; the child was already lost in thought and wouldn't listen. Helplessly, I stopped preaching and picked up the menu again, ready to order lunch for two.

Midnight: I’m so tired. Isn’t this Jingguang’s job?

Conan was recalling that a long time ago, when he was still Kudo Shinichi, there were indeed four people who told him this.

He had visited one of them when Kenji Hagiwara died in the line of duty seven years ago.

How could he have forgotten? And Zhu Fujingguang, who had lost contact with him, he clearly heard everything these two people said to him.

Officer Matsuda was the same. He had told me a lot in the beginning, but we rarely contacted each other after Officer Hagiwara died in the line of duty.

Officer Ida only returned in recent years. Conan recalled that after they were no longer around, no one could follow his ideas.

I've been solving cases on my own for so long that I'm used to the fact that the police need me being the headline in the newspaper and I'm used to hearing other people's praise.

Conan reflected on himself and was about to apologize when he looked up and noticed a pile of food on the table.

Conan:?

Conan: "Uncle Zero Hour?"

Zero Hour: "Have you figured it out? It doesn't matter if you haven't. Eat first, and then continue thinking after you're full."

Conan: ...

The sad atmosphere was broken, and Conan had no choice but to pick up his chopsticks and start eating sushi.

Zero Hour: "Are you still concerned about the situation over there?"

Lingshi swallowed the food in his mouth and asked. Conan hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

Ling Shi: "After we finish eating, I'll take you to ask Yi Da."

Conan: "Okay!"

After getting the zero hour, Conan became energetic again, like a sunflower getting the sunshine.

When they finished eating and went over, Ida received the message and came out to greet Lingshi.

"Hey, how's the investigation going?"

"Almost there, just a little bit left. I feel like I'm missing some crucial evidence."

Ida Hang did not hide the fact from Ling Shi that he had doubts in his heart and wanted to ask Ling Shi's opinion.

Zero Hour lent Conan to him.

"Here, I'll lend it to you, my little Sherlock Holmes. Asking him might help solve your doubts."

Date Kou: ...

Conan: ...

Conan and Date Kou, who were lifted up by Reiji, looked at each other. Although Date Kou thought Reiji was joking, he still cooperated and said it out.

"We didn't find any toxins around the deceased or in the food he ate."

"I can't imagine how the deceased was poisoned, but I feel like it's right in front of me."

Conan recalled what he saw when he just entered, and suddenly an idea came to him.

"What about the lipstick?"

"what?"

Date Ko was stunned for a moment, and Conan continued:

"I just saw that sister, her lips were red, she must have put on lipstick, wouldn't she accidentally eat it?"

Speaking of lipstick, Ida Ko suddenly remembered something and said goodbye:

"I think I understand. Thank you, Zero Hour, and little Holmes."

Date Ko ran very fast. Lingshi and Conan looked at each other, and then secretly followed him to see.

I saw Ida Ko saying something to Inspector Megure, and then several forensic officers walked back and forth, searching inside and outside the store, and finally found the makeup box thrown in the trash can outside.

Then Yi Dahang took the evidence to the suspect and asked him to confess directly.

Zero Hour: "Ida is a very good police officer, right?"

Conan: "Yeah!"

I just raised a doubt and was able to figure out the whole process directly, which is much better than before.

This was a case that did not require a detective. The police successfully solved the case themselves. Inspector Megure patted Date Ko's back happily.

I felt even more excited than before when I helped out, and even the police officers around me felt that they were honored as well.

Zero Hour: “Do you like it?”

Conan: "What?"

Zero Hour: "You've been looking over there. Do you want to be a police officer instead of a detective?"

Conan: "No, I will definitely become someone more powerful than that Uncle Ida."

Zero Hour: "Then you'll have to wait a few years, little one."

Conan: "Humph!"

Conan, or rather Kudo Shinichi, was thinking about what kind of person he would become in the future after hearing what Zero Hour had just said.

He doesn't want to be a detective who looks for cats and dogs or extramarital affairs, but he also doesn't want to be an ordinary policeman. What he wants should be in the more distant future.

He wanted a legitimate identity, an identity that gave him the right to appear anywhere, and wanted to be as powerful as Sherlock Holmes.

He couldn't give himself an accurate answer at the moment. Holmes was his ideal, and he wanted to give a perfect explanation to his ideal.

Before Conan could figure it out, Lingshi dragged him to buy groceries and go home to cook.

Midnight: I don’t want to gamble on whether I’ll encounter two in one day, so I might as well go home and cook.