Encountering Fans, and the Fans Are Dead?

The female companion had long hair and wore a plaid skirt. Judging by her attire, she was hardly from an ordinary background, and based on her looks, she also seemed quite young, probably around twenty-something.

The male had a middle-part hairstyle and wore an eccentric blue suit, looking like a playboy. At the moment, he glanced back at Mori Kogoro, muttering in a voice that others could hardly hear.

Fujino didn't pay much attention to this guy, turning his head back to continue devouring his meal.

There were plenty of people like this who held high positions and enjoyed the grace of their seniors, yet became far too self-righteous.

Basically, almost every rich second-generation heir with a bad personality had thought this way in their hearts.

Why on earth should a nobody like you get to eat in the same setting as me?

Do you have the status or the qualifications?

Or something like that...

This fellow was merely whispering complaints to himself; it wasn't as if he hadn't seen more outrageous types shouting it right out on the spot.

If he had to sanction people like this one by one...

Then he was afraid he would turn the streets of Tokyo into a river of blood.

After finishing dinner, Mori Kogoro's face was a bit flushed.

Fujino packed up a few French dishes he had just eaten and enjoyed from the restaurant, and then drove the group back to Beika Town 5-Chome.

However, right as they were passing through an intersection,

a flash of crimson police lights flickered before their eyes.

"It looks like an incident happened ahead."

Ai Haibara looked ahead. "It should be a murder. The scene has already been cordoned off, and I see people from the First Investigation Division."

"A murder?"

Conan, sitting in