Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

"Mmm..." Miyano Akemi's eyes crinkled when she heard this. "It's so good to see you all now..."

"Now?" Shirley frowned slightly. "What happened?"

"No, it's nothing." Realizing she had misspoke, Miyano Akemi immediately shook her head. "I just wanted to thank Mr. Fushiguro for giving Shiho and me time to spend together."

After hearing her sister's answer, Shirley nodded slightly, but... she still felt that her sister was acting a little strange.

"If you want to meet, you can do so anytime." Fuheishen glanced at the other person indifferently and continued eating. "I accept the commission."

He suddenly remembered that Sherry seemed to have told him before that all the money had been given to Miyano Akemi.

So it seems... Akemi Miyano is quite wealthy.

Come to think of it, as an office worker, I don't usually spend much money, except when I go out with Shirley.

But how much would that cost?

Akemi Miyano blinked and nodded.

Just as Shiho said, Mr. Fushiguro is a person who is not good at expressing himself.

If... Mr. Fushiguro and Shiho both leave the organization.

Thinking about her life ahead, Akemi smiled.

Seeing Miyano Akemi grinning foolishly without showing the slightest intention of entrusting him with anything, Fushiguro Jinji's calm eyes turned cold.

Very well, the other party didn't listen to a word.

"The rice is ready." Fuheshen'er's tone was calm, more of an order than a reminder.

"Oh, I'll go present it right away..." Miyano Akemi sniffed and slapped her forehead.

Honestly, Akemi, you shouldn't think so much.

I also can't let my sister and Mr. Fukuro find out anything...

After finishing the meal...

"Okay, then I'll trouble you to take Shiho back. I'm going to work now." Akemi said goodbye and got into a taxi.

“Let’s go back…” Fuheshen glanced at Sherry.

“Hmm…” Shirley nodded gently. “You seem to really enjoy Chinese food.”

“This taste always makes me nostalgic…” Fuheishen’s eyelids drooped slightly, as if he were lost in memories.

After a while, Fuheshen noticed that the person next to him had stopped moving, so he looked up and glanced at him.

Shirley looked at him with an expression that was... three parts complicated, three parts sad, three parts sympathetic, and one part as if she had known all along.

“If you like to eat…” Shirley’s voice was soft, “I can learn, and the medical center can also cook.”

"No need," Fuheshen refused.

"Why?" Shirley was stunned, looking somewhat dazed.

Fuheshel leaned closer to Sherry's face, their black and ice-blue eyes meeting, a smirk playing on his lips. "Heh...want me to taste your first experiment? Remember, I like to eat (get delicious food and eat it)."

Is Shirley a beginner and can she make something delicious?

If I want to eat, I'll just go to Akemi Miyano's place for a free meal.

Sherry:.......

Although he didn't understand what "eat" meant, he could roughly tell... he still wanted to eat.

Didi didi...

At this moment, the Porsche 356A was honking its horn frantically.

Vodka glanced over and saw Vodka sitting in the driver's seat, looking at him resentfully...

"Let's go..."

The two remained silent the entire way after getting into the car.

Even as she got off the bus, Shirley politely took out a 10,000 yen note from her bag and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Vodka."

"BIG! Do you think Big Brother's car is a taxi, Sherry?" Vodka couldn't hold back any longer, his glasses reflecting a light so intense it was hard to look directly at him. "You should know, this is..."

Sherry whispered something to Fuheshen, then covered her ears and hurried toward the medical center.

Fuhesh glanced at the still-talking Vodka and put 10,000 yen into his pocket.

..........

After the Yotsubi Group incident, the entire Beika Town seemed to quiet down.

However, things don't seem to be peaceful within the Metropolitan Police Department.

The newspapers are now reporting on the devastation of the Yotsubi Building.

The images also included several pictures of the wreckage of SWAT vehicles and the bodies of several police officers.

The text was accompanied by several bolded headlines: "Shocking! What is the SAT? I will end its life."

"hateful!"

Inspector Megure slammed the newspaper on the table, somewhat angrily. "How dare these news departments use headlines like this? Isn't this just emboldening criminals?"

"This case... is very strange." Shiratori Ninzaburo, dressed in a suit and sporting curly hair, frowned. "Logically, this should be the work of a criminal organization, involving three or four hundred people, but apart from the corpses, the scene is far too quiet..."

“It’s like he just vanished after committing the crime…” Sato Miwako also came over, took over the conversation, and placed the case file on the table. “But, I’ve investigated, and judging from the traces at the scene, the damage was extremely severe, and it doesn’t seem like something a human could have done.”

"What do you mean?" Inspector Megure asked.

“The scene is very strange.” Sato Miwako opened the file. “I looked into it and found that there was a very obvious crack on the floor where the Yotsui Group’s conference room was located, which looked like it was made by stomping with great force.”

“This power is immense; if you were to translate it, one punch could shatter a person’s skull,” Miwako Sato continued.

"Is it possible that heavy weapons were used?" Inspector Megure asked seriously.

“That shouldn’t be possible… but within twenty minutes of the team losing contact, they were sent out to provide support again, but there was no one left in the building.” Shiratori Ninzaburo stroked his chin.

The officers from the Metropolitan Police Department nodded in unison, agreeing with the other's point of view.

"...Do you think there's a possibility?" Wearing a grey suit and looking rather unassuming, Takagi Wataru timidly raised his hand. "...that all was done by one person, except that person has superhuman physical abilities..."

"Ahem." Inspector Megure coughed twice. "Brother Takagi, watch your words. How could a person possibly do something like that?"

As soon as Inspector Megure spoke, everyone around him turned their attention to Wataru Takagi.

Takagi Wataru immediately shut up and silently lowered his head... He was just guessing, without any basis.

Inspector Megure then reached up and rubbed his temples.

This case has now become an unsolved mystery. The higher-ups are pressing for action... but they're just making empty promises and not actually doing anything.

And within the Metropolitan Police Department... there aren't many truly capable and competent people either.

Officer Sato is very capable and a master at catching criminals.

Brother Shiratori, he's the son of a high-ranking official in the Metropolitan Police Department, here to get some experience.

"Brother Takagi..." Inspector Megure glanced up at Takagi, saw him give him a silly smile, and then looked away.

He didn't want to say any more... He was the most honest of honest people.

As a police officer, I was once ordered around by a child (Conan) to do this and that.

Brother Chiba... is still young and works hard at his job, but his skills haven't improved much, although his weight is almost the same as mine.

Hey...

Inspector Megure sighed, adjusted his top hat, and the image of the man with the scar on his lip resurfaced in his mind.

I wish Fushiguro could come to the Metropolitan Police Department too.

So far, he doesn't seem to know what Brother Fuhei does.

Conan told me that Fushiguro is a member of a detective organization.

According to Sato, Brother Fushiguro is a male escort.

Sigh... another day of missing my brothers Kudo, Fushiguro, and the sleeping Mori...