A Kamen Rider Flew Past?

New Beika Hotel.

Snow gradually began to fall. It was that white, snowy season again.

Conan knocked Mori Kogoro out with a single tranquilizer dart, then smoothly launched into a round of deductions, regaining a bit of his confidence.

Sure enough, he was still himself—the Great Detective Kudo Shinichi!

Holding Ran's hand as they strolled down the snow-covered streets, he felt relaxed, even a little excited.

Of course, he was not excited about holding hands. He was excited because he had found evidence!

At the crime scene, he had pulled out Itakura Taku's disk!

He would soon find clues about the Black Organization. How could he not be excited?

Once he found Gin, the guy who had knocked him out from behind, he would kick the back of Gin's head with his Power-Enhancing Kick Shoes and show him what goes around comes around!

"Hey, Conan."

At that moment, Ran suddenly asked from beside him, "When do you think Shinichi will be able to come back?"

"He should be back soon!"

Conan came back to his senses and hurriedly explained, "Probably... soon. He must have something he can't get away from right now..."

Ran raised her head slightly as a snowflake landed on her face. "But waiting like this is really hard."

Conan's expression stiffened, and the words on the tip of his tongue would not come out.

"Click!"

A man suddenly stepped out of a phone booth not far ahead.

Drawn by the sound, Conan looked up and saw a familiar-looking man.

The man wore a knit cap and a jacket. He had green eyes, a sharp gaze, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

It was Shuichi Akai!

Why was this guy here...

Conan narrowed his eyes, his gaze full of caution as he studied the man before him