Detective Conan: Death Note

A few days later, at the Kindaichi Detective Agency, Amuro Toru, who had taken several days off, finally returned to work today. "Yo, the of

A few days later, at the Kindaichi Detective Agency,

Amuro Toru, who had taken several days off, finally returned to work today.

"Yo, the office shouldn't have had any trouble while I was gone, right?"

"Amuro-san!?"

Facing Amuro Tooru as he pushed open the door, Natsuki Koshimizu, who had been busily handling office matters at her desk, stood up with joy.

Amuro Toru smiled and greeted her.

He walked in carrying a bunch of bags and packages, his face bright and fresh with a smile that clearly showed he was in an unbelievably good mood.

"Although nothing much happened, Miss Koshimizu was about to collapse from exhaustion."

"So after finishing my business, I rushed back without a break."

Natsuki Koshimizu waved her hand to dismiss it as no big deal, but Amuro ignored it.

After putting down his bags, he went straight to the sofa, grabbed Hayashi Yoshiki's shoulders from behind, and squeezed them:

"Leave everything to me from now on."

"N-no, what's going on with you?"

Hayashi Yoshiki looked uncomfortable being grabbed like that.

He turned his head with a stunned expression and asked Amuro,

"You seem unbelievably happy. Did your blind date go well?"

"Blind date?" Amuro Toru was taken aback.

"Did Amuro-san go on a blind date?"

Natsuki couldn't help but look over with a gossipy expression.

"No, because when Amuro-san took leave, he didn't say why, just that he was leaving for a few days...

So I wondered if maybe you went home for a blind date, since you're about 29 now after all."

"Huh?"

Amuro Toru was speechless and lightly tapped Hayashi Yoshiki's shoulder with the side of his hand.

"Hey, don't make baseless assumptions about your seniors."

He put subtle emphasis on "senior."

Natsuki looked puzzled.

Although Amuro-san was indeed quite a bit older than Hayashi-san,

In workplace terms, that word felt a little out of place.

But she didn't think too much about it.

Amuro walked toward her:

"How have things been handled around the office recently?"

"Thanks to the reception procedures you taught us earlier, and with Hayashi-san's help, there haven't been any problems."

Natsuki smiled, "I even completed two contracts."

"Oh, that's pretty good."

"So many bags—are those souvenirs?"

Hayashi Yoshiki examined the things Amuro had brought in.

"Sort of—some good tea and snacks. And I also bought some coffee equipment... Besides tea, sometimes you need coffee to stay sharp."

Even if you don't join Poirot's cafe, you can't escape becoming a barista, huh?

Hayashi Yoshiki said nothing.

After spending half a day at the agency, he got up and left.

[Futaki Kazuaki]

[Cause of death: Poisoning]

[On January 23rd, from 19:37, he was active in his study at home. At 20:19, he received a call from an anonymous number and chose to hang up, then pretended to be on the phone with someone, saying:]

["Yes, I understand."

"Don't worry, everything is ready."

"Of course, Lord Rum."

"I guarantee it will be handled well."

"Thank you..."]

[Three days later, he died from poisoning caused by fugu toxin while eating blowfish hotpot.]

Futaki Kazuaki was a name on the spy list, officially the chief editor of a newspaper.

Like Director Kubito of the hospital, Futaki was under Rum's control—

So in essence, also one of Rum's men and aware of his codename.

Jodie Starling's bug was planted in his study.

Whenever she picked up the keyword "Rum," she could quickly confirm the spy's identity...

But to suspect James from the same spy list because of this was still hard for Jodie to believe.

She might be deceiving herself, thinking James had been tricked as well.

But it didn't matter...

If desired, the FBI agents who died in the fake Shuichi Akai incident could also be a trap to attack James—

Why Gin and the others killed those FBI reinforcements so perfectly was closely tied to James' leaks.

But that was too unsophisticated.

Besides, Hayashi Yoshiki didn't need to move against James so soon.

He wondered whether James knew Rum's real name, or if, given their relationship, he could lure Rum into revealing himself.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

While Hayashi Yoshiki pondered these matters, the front passenger door suddenly opened.

The girl who got in was Ran.

She must have run all the way here, as her pale face was flushed, and she was a bit out of breath.

"I wasn't really waiting long, but did you train this late again?"

"Because the competition is coming up soon. Plus, Kazumi-senpai has been teaching me the secret spin back kick. I have to train hard so I don't disappoint her."

Ran said seriously, referring to the upcoming Kanto regional karate tournament.

"Kazumi Tsukamoto?"

"You know her too, Yoshiki-niisan?"

"Well, she's a famous figure at Teitan High, though I don't remember her that well."

"Why not?" Ran was surprised, "People who know Kazumi-senpai usually find her unforgettable."

"Well... maybe I prefer girls who are a bit more feminine."

Hayashi Yoshiki smiled and pressed the accelerator.

More feminine...

Hearing that, Ran squinted her eyes,

"So that's why you pay so much attention to Princess Mira."

"Hey, you're really hung up on that."

After the Vespania Kingdom incident ended, whenever Ran heard that Hayashi Yoshiki had distinguished Kazumi and the disguised Princess Mira by breast size, she'd tease him occasionally.

Hayashi Yoshiki smiled warmly.

It was basically a teenage girl's playful way of seeking compliments or comfort, or rather, it showed that Ran felt much closer to him inside.

"Anyway, I like Ran better."

"W-what!?"

"So, what do you want to eat?"

Seeing her face blush immediately, Hayashi Yoshiki said,

"Aunt Eri just called and asked me to check with you first, then she'll book the restaurant."

"Can't Mom just ask me directly?"

"She probably didn't want to disturb your training. She knows how hard you work. We'll definitely come to watch your match."

"Yeah!"

Ran happily nodded at this.

Hayashi Yoshiki smiled, "If you can't think of anything, want me to suggest something?"

"Okay, but no McDonald's."

"Then that's off the table."

"I knew it!"

"Ha ha."