"Hey, Kudo, how's it going, living well, missed me?"
"Just like that, what else, but anyway, why are you calling me?"
"I got your letter over here..."
"I never sent you any letter."
"Someone else mailed the letter to me and asked me to pass it along to you."
"So please organize your words before you start, and let people hear what you're saying clearly, will you?"
"..."
Far away in Osaka, the dark-skinned fellow Hattori Heiji made a phone call to his little buddy Kudo Shinichi, also known as Conan Edogawa, Hachiko.
Facing a string of complaints from Hachiko, Hattori Heiji was speechless, his face drooping into an expression of having his originally great mood ruined.
So, this Kudo guy, his tone is really unfriendly...
Why do I feel like every time I call him, it's as if I owe him money?
Complaining internally, he explained, "Basically, over in Higashi Osu Village on the outskirts of Osu, there's a guy named Okuda Makoto who claims to know you. There was also another letter inside the envelope. I'll bring it for you to take a close look when I head over."
Conan was left speechless. "Can't you just open it and take a look for me?"
Hattori Heiji said righteously, "Since someone wrote a letter to you, of course you have to read it yourself!"
As he spoke, his tone carried a hint of teasing. "How could I possibly peek? In case it's some unpresentable content, I don't want to go wash my eyes."
"Hehe..."
Conan let out a perfunctory laugh, feeling that this Osaka Black Chicken was overthinking things entirely.
I, Kudo Shinichi, am upright and open, how could there possibly be any unpresentable letters?
Even if there are, they would be sent proactively by guys drooling over my