Outlaw in the Conan World, Tokisaki Kurumi

Narumi was a little dumbfounded.

"Will the police recognize this thing?"

"Of course they will!" Kurumi said innocently. "I paid money for it. Why wouldn't they recognize it?"

"No..." Narumi suddenly felt as though her intelligence wasn't quite enough.

"But isn't it still fake?"

"But this fake one is exactly like a real one?" Kurumi did not understand why Narumi kept making such a fuss over a driver's license.

So she looked at Narumi with innocent eyes.

"..." Narumi said nothing, instead going over the conversation she and Kurumi had just had in her mind.

"So, in short, Kurumi, you really bought this fake driver's license from the police, and it actually works, right?" Narumi no longer wanted to hear the words "real" and "fake."

Kurumi nodded, feeling relieved that Narumi had finally understood.

"The organization also had someone in the police make this. This fake driver's license is identical to a real one, so there won't be any flaws even if the police inspect it." Kurumi sounded extremely proud as she spoke.

This was just a little money, not much

After driving to the bank, Kurumi planned to withdraw some cash from her account first.

At this early stage of the Conan storyline, Kurumi, as someone from the modern age, had genuinely found many aspects of daily life difficult to get used to at first.

Especially when she went out shopping.

Back then, Kurumi could go out without even carrying cash, relying entirely on mobile payments. It was quick and convenient.

Nothing like now...

Looking at the dozen or so people lining up in the bank lobby to handle their business, Kurumi and Narumi found a corner to sit in and wait after taking a number.

"By the way, Kurumi, how much money do you have in your bankbook?" Narumi asked curiously.

In her eyes, although Kurumi was not very old, she worked for a massive organization with influence across multiple countries. Her monthly salary and bonuses should be quite substantial, right?

Narumi estimated that Kurumi probably had savings in the hundreds of thousands, perhaps close to a million.

Kurumi opened her bankbook, glanced at it, and quietly began counting the zeros in her account.

"One, two, three, four, five... Hmm, around forty million, I guess." Kurumi even sounded as though she found the amount a little lacking.

"How much?!"

Narumi nearly choked on her own saliva. Her eyes widened as she stared at Kurumi in disbelief.

"Shh! Shh! Keep your voice down, Sister Narumi!" Noticing the people looking over because of Narumi's huge reaction, Kurumi tugged at her hand.

Realizing she had been too shocked, Narumi sat back down awkwardly. She leaned close to Kurumi and stared at the bankbook in her hand, whispering in amazement, "Kurumi, this... How do you have so much money? Does the organization pay that well?"

Narumi was a doctor. Although being a doctor was one of the most lucrative professions in Japan, to be honest, nearly all the money she had saved had gone toward expenses on Moon Shadow Island. There was barely anything left.

Other than her father's inheritance, which Narumi did not want to touch, she probably only had a few hundred thousand yen to her name at this moment.

She thought about herself, then looked at Kurumi.

After rubbing her eyes and confirming that she had not seen wrong, Narumi realized she had underestimated Kurumi far too much.

Tens of millions of yen—there were countless things that kind of money could accomplish in this era!

"The pay is okay." Kurumi thought for a moment. "The organization's salary is quite high, but most of this money was earned from missions. Kind people also gave me some."

The kind people Kurumi spoke of were those who sold that sort of thing.

With the principle that waste was a crime, before getting rid of them, Kurumi first used the excuse that she would let them go as long as they paid up to get the locations of their little vaults from them. Once she had the money and was satisfied, she did not hesitate to end their sinful lives.

Kurumi was not worried about whether the source of that money was safe.

After all, she had the all-powerful organization behind her.

Something as minor as money laundering could simply be handed over to them.

All she needed to do was wait peacefully to collect the money.

Although Narumi did not know who the kind people Kurumi mentioned were, she could still tell from Kurumi's tone that they were definitely not good people.

Several dozen minutes later, the two of them, having looked through the boring magazines displayed in the bank, finally heard the staff call for them.

"Hello, may I ask..." After finishing the previous customer's business, a beautiful woman with glasses and long hair tied in a ponytail was about to greet the next customer when she saw Kurumi grinning at her.

"Don't make a scene." Kurumi made a shushing gesture and looked with interest at Miyano Akemi, who had changed her appearance behind the counter.

Yes, the person handling Kurumi's transaction was Miyano Akemi.

To complete the organization's transaction, Miyano Akemi had come to work at this bank under an assumed name some time ago in order to gather intelligence.

"Withdraw three hundred thousand for me first." Casually handing Miyano Akemi her bankbook, Kurumi noticed the fake name Hirota Masami on the name tag hanging from Miyano Akemi's chest.

"Uh, all right. Please wait a moment."

Unexpectedly seeing someone from the organization here, Miyano Akemi's heart immediately began pounding nervously.

However, it was not because Miyano Akemi feared Kurumi. She simply disliked the entire organization.

"Um... Tokisaki Kurumi, correct?" As she followed procedure and checked the bankbook against Kurumi's identification, Miyano Akemi, learning Bloody Mary's real name for the first time, unexpectedly thought it sounded rather nice. And... there was a lot of money.

As she counted the zeros, the smile on Miyano Akemi's face froze.

Several tens of millions... Is this what the organization's higher-ups have in savings? Miyano Akemi unconsciously compared Kurumi's savings with her own.

Then, unsurprisingly, she discovered that the two were not comparable at all.

I've worked so hard for so many years and only saved a few hundred thousand! Glancing at Kurumi's slightly youthful face, Miyano Akemi found it difficult to convince herself that a girl no older than fifteen or sixteen had so much money.

More importantly, all the documents Kurumi had provided identified the girl as an adult.

People making fake IDs these days don't even bother looking at the person's face.

With mixed feelings, Miyano Akemi prepared three hundred thousand yen for Kurumi. Just as she was about to inform her that the transaction was complete, she suddenly noticed a tall, beautiful woman affectionately walk up to Kurumi's side. Then Kurumi casually put all the money into the woman's bag.

Huh? Could this woman be part of the organization too? Miyano Akemi wondered. Or is she just her friend?

Just then, Miyano Akemi, who was looking at the long-haired woman, suddenly received a fierce glare from her, as if warning her not to entertain any improper thoughts.

No! Who is this woman? Why is she glaring at me?

Miyano Akemi was left stunned after being snapped at for no reason.

There was naturally no need to guess who had glared at her.

While Kurumi was handling her transaction, Narumi, who sat behind her, had noticed that the female employee kept exchanging looks with Kurumi. Especially after seeing the number in the bankbook, the way she stared at Kurumi in astonishment made Narumi feel threatened.

Even though she did not know Miyano Akemi.

With her handbag over her arm, Narumi walked beside Kurumi, deliberately holding Kurumi's small hand. Then she turned and gave Miyano Akemi a provocative smile.

"What's wrong, Sister Narumi?" Kurumi looked at Narumi beside her, who was brimming with aggression, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Conan is here again. Hopefully nobody gets hurt

Tokyo, Ginza.

As one of Tokyo's most bustling commercial streets, the Ginza shopping district was also known as one of the most expensive places in Asia.

The cold winter weather could not dampen the enthusiasm in young people's hearts. The packed storefronts across the entire shopping district further highlighted the prosperity of this shopping paradise.

After parking the car in the parking lot, Kurumi and Narumi stood shoulder to shoulder and discussed it briefly, deciding to look around first before buying clothes.

Walking along the bustling streets, Narumi, who had not relaxed and gone shopping like this in a long time, looked excitedly at the tall buildings covered with all kinds of gorgeous posters. Her left hand gently held Kurumi's right hand.

Through Narumi's touch, she could clearly feel that Kurumi's soft, boneless little hand was warm, seemingly unaffected by the weather.

I hope we don't run into that Shinigami Conan today... Kurumi silently prayed to gods she did not believe in, since it was rare for her to go shopping with Narumi.

She could not help it. Conan's Shinigami aura, where something happened wherever he went, was simply too unforgettable.

Especially last time, when she had merely been having coffee and chatting with Miyano Akemi. The moment that Shinigami arrived, a murder instantly occurred in what had been a peaceful café.

As they walked through the mall and looked around, the two of them really did see quite a few interesting things.

Taking out the camera they had prepared beforehand, Kurumi and Narumi took several pictures of each other as keepsakes and memories.

When they arrived in front of a plush toy store, Kurumi immediately spotted a huge white teddy bear near the entrance that looked rather adorable.

Though the fluffy, soft-looking teddy bear was nearly two meters tall, its design was unbelievably cute.

"Sister Narumi, let's take a picture here together!" Kurumi suggested, stroking the teddy bear.

"But..." Narumi shook the camera in her hand, an idea forming in her mind.

She looked around, trying to find a friendly person who could help take their picture.

"Excuse me, could I take a little of your time?" Noticing two girls walking toward where she was standing, Narumi took two steps forward to ask them to take a photo of her and Kurumi. But when she noticed the appearance of one black-haired girl—especially the unicorn-like hairstyle atop her head—Narumi froze. "Huh? Mouri Ran?"

Hearing Narumi call her name, Mouri Ran stopped laughing with her best friend Sonoko and turned to see who was calling her.

Then, when she saw Narumi holding a camera, Mouri Ran, who had found her familiar, suddenly remembered.

"Doctor Asai? Why are you here?" In Mouri Ran's memory, Asai Seijitsu, who ran a clinic on Moon Shadow Island, should still have been on Moon Shadow Island.

"Well, I..." Feeling as though she might have gotten herself into trouble, Narumi suddenly noticed a bespectacled brat poke his head out from behind Mouri Ran.

It's over. The Shinigami is here! Narumi, who had heard of Conan's reputation from Kurumi, could not help feeling despair.

"I don't live on Moon Shadow Island anymore. I felt the island was a little unsafe, so I moved back to Tokyo," Narumi explained in a gentle tone without any flaws, glancing from the corner of her eye at Conan, who was staring at her in shock.

"What a coincidence," Mouri Ran said with feeling. Sonoko, who did not know Narumi, tugged on Conan's collar and whispered, "Conan, who is this person?"

"Who?" Conan glanced at Narumi. If his guess was right...

Sure enough, when Conan looked toward the teddy bear at the entrance of the toy store, he saw Kurumi staring at him with a speechless expression. That look was difficult to describe with words.

But in short, it made Conan furious no matter how he looked at it.

Ignoring Kurumi, Conan explained to Sonoko, "She's a doctor. We met her before when Ran, Uncle, and I went to Moon Shadow Island to investigate a case."

After hearing Conan's explanation, Sonoko looked at Narumi and found that the refined, gentle air she gave off really suited the profession of a doctor.

"I see!"

Nearby, Kurumi, who had been in a fairly good mood, instantly felt awful the moment she saw Conan.

She warily scanned the surroundings, the concern in her eyes showing that Kurumi was genuinely afraid of Conan's Shinigami aura.

"Ran, we meet again." Since Kurumi had already gotten along well with Sonoko and Mouri Ran at the café, she could now call Mouri Ran by her name rather than using the somewhat distant "Mouri."

"Kurumi? You're here too!" Mouri Ran looked at Kurumi in surprise. She had not expected to run into two acquaintances at once in the mall.

Noticing that Narumi was not surprised at all by Kurumi's arrival and that the two even stood together intimately, Mouri Ran asked curiously, "Um, are Kurumi and Doctor Asai friends?"

Hearing Ran's question, Kurumi answered without hesitation, "Yes, and Sister Narumi is living at my house now."

"Yes, I really have to thank Kurumi. She has truly helped me so much during this time."

Yeah, she helped you get revenge. She even did something that shook the world. Wearing his standard dead-fish eyes, Conan, who knew the truth, was not surprised in the slightest.

But Mouri Ran and Sonoko did not know.

"Kurumi really is such a kind person!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The conclusion the two reached once again made Conan feel that appearances truly could not be trusted.

"By the way, Miss Ran, could you take a picture of Kurumi and me?" Narumi asked.

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

So, with Mouri Ran happily agreeing, Narumi led Kurumi, who had hidden her displeasure very well, over to the teddy bear. They posed closely together while Mouri Ran took the photo.

There is definitely something going on with these two! Seeing the obviously over-intimate behavior between Kurumi and Narumi, Conan became even more convinced of his guess.

That was, he absolutely could not let Kurumi get too close to Ran.

After taking the picture, Mouri Ran returned the camera to Aso Narumi.

Next, since the two groups each had their own reasons for being out, after a friendly exchange and expressions of thanks, they parted ways in opposite directions.

"Um, Kurumi?"