Conan, I'll Save You Later

"Hello, I'm Fumiyo Edogawa, Conan's undeniable mother."

A plump woman handed Ran a business card.

Conan got into her car, and they drove along the snowy streets.

"Auntie, who exactly are you?" Conan asked from the passenger seat.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm your mother," Fumiyo Edogawa said.

"Nonsense, my mother is..."

"Yukiko Kudo."

The stout woman interrupted Conan.

"Your mother is the stunning actress who can charm the world, the one who came to Japan after winning a major award at just 19. But she fell in love with the young novelist Yusaku Kudo and married him at 20. So, she retired at the height of her career and gave birth to her only son, and that son is you—Shinichi Kudo!"

Conan's face went pale with shock, and his hand, hidden from view, had already sent an email to Guchuan.

I hope this isn't one of Guchuan's 'my sister won't let me play with you' moments.

"Don't move around. Just be a good boy, and I'll take you to a wonderful place. It's much more interesting there."

Fumiyo Edogawa pulled out a gun and pressed it against Conan's head.

Conan gritted his teeth, slammed on the brakes, and ran a red light, causing Fumiyo Edogawa to lose 6 points on her driver's license. While Fumiyo Edogawa was flustered, Conan kicked open the car door and ran off.

"This terrible weather! Even with my good health, I'm bound to catch a cold." Guchuan sat in a padded jacket, drinking porridge, constantly complaining about the weather in Conan's World.

Yesterday he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and today he was in a padded jacket.

Little Ai gracefully took small sips of her porridge.

"How's the enrollment process coming along?" Little Ai asked.

"It's being handled, it's being handled."

"Mm." Little Ai didn't press him. She wasn't genuinely keen on attending classes with elementary school students anyway. Her request to go to school was purely to seem like a normal child.

As for Guchuan's delay in handling the enrollment procedures, that was entirely the guardian's problem.

Little Ai looked down at her all-black outfit.

She wondered why Guchuan had suddenly developed such a fondness for black clothes. Not only were all the clothes he'd bought himself recently black, but even the ones he bought for her were black.

"Beep beep~"

Her phone chimed, and Little Ai, like a cat spotting a mouse, leaned in.

"Who sent you an email?"

"A friend." Guchuan picked up his phone and turned away from Little Ai to read the email.

"A friend? Does Young Master Guchuan even have friends?" Little Ai said sarcastically.

"Your brother here has a wide network. I'm well-connected in both the underworld and the legitimate world," Guchuan said shamelessly.

Conan: Guchuan, someone from The Organization came to Uncle Mori's house looking for me.

Guchuan frowned.

Gin, that incompetent leader, had face blindness. In his mind, Shinichi Kudo was long dead, and he wouldn't know that the high school detective had turned into an elementary schooler.

So, the person looking for Conan had to be his biological mother.

"Little Ai, I'm going out to play."

Little Ai's alarm bells went off.

He must be going to find Conan!

"What are you going out to play?" Little Ai blocked Guchuan's path.

"Of course, I'm going to play Co... play in the snow." Guchuan almost slipped up.

"No."

"Be a good girl, I'll buy you candy when I get back."

Ignoring Little Ai's protests, Guchuan rushed out of the house.

Afraid of slipping on the snow today, Guchuan specifically went to Professor Agasa's house to borrow a car. Professor Agasa didn't seem to be home, so Guchuan could only write an 'IOU' in the snow.

I'm doing this for Conan; the Professor will definitely lend it to me. He's just not home.

Guchuan thought smugly, then drove off.

Professor Agasa, who was brewing coffee in his room, watched with his own eyes as his Beetle was driven away by a masked man.

"Yusaku! My car drove off by itself, quickly help me chase it!"

Agasa yelled as he rushed out of the room, cursing in the direction the Beetle had disappeared.

"Professor, the car's already gone. Let's focus on Shinichi's situation first," a tall, slender middle-aged man said.

"Call the police first and have them find the car."

"That's the only way."

"Speaking of which, why isn't Yukiko back yet? And no word from her?"

Guchuan, in the car, turned on some music and headed in the direction of Kogoro Mouri's house.

Conan must be shivering somewhere, hiding right now!

Then he thought, As someone who knows Conan's true identity, why didn't Professor Agasa's elaborate prank involve me? He felt annoyed.

He had a whole heap of ideas in his mind.

"It's so touching to see traffic police staying at their posts in such heavy snow," Guchuan said, feigning sincerity, as he watched the female traffic officer at her directing position.

No sooner had Guchuan finished speaking than the female traffic officer headed straight towards him.

And her face was becoming increasingly familiar.

"Yumi Miyamoto?!"

"Guchuan Ning?!"

Both were surprised to run into each other.

Guchuan Ning: What a coincidence.

Yumi Miyamoto: It's fate.

"Whose car is this again?" Yumi Miyamoto asked, scrutinizing the vehicle.

"It's borrowed from a neighbor. We're all acquaintances, so it was easy to borrow."

"Heh heh."

Guchuan didn't say anything else.

He couldn't implicate Professor Agasa; that was loyalty.

"We really are fated, Officer Yumi. I feel this is a destined meeting. How about you buy me a coffee after I get out of the police station this time?" Guchuan said shamelessly.

"Even if you try to butter me up, I won't let you off the hook," Yumi Miyamoto said expressionlessly.

There was no special treatment for an old friend; the handcuffs were placed on Guchuan's wrists.

"Let's go."

Yumi Miyamoto made a call to have someone drive away the Beetle, then escorted Guchuan Ning to the police station.

Meanwhile, Conan was shivering, hiding next to a trash can, a phone clutched in his hand.

He had called Professor Agasa many times, but couldn't get through!

Damn it!

Conan punched the trash can. Professor Agasa might have been kidnapped by The Organization.

Now, the only person he could rely on was Guchuan. He wondered when Guchuan would arrive.

Beep beep~

Hearing his phone ring, Conan quickly checked it. It was an email from Guchuan.

[Guchuan: Conan, I've been taken by the traffic police. I'll come rescue you later.]

Conan was full of questions.

Taken by the traffic police?

He couldn't understand. Just as he was about to send an email asking for details, another email from Guchuan came through.

[Guchuan: This time I might need someone to pick me up. Can you come to the police station?]

You want me to pick you up from the police station?

Conan felt his breathing hitch. Guchuan, you're a bit too much!

Collecting suggestions for the protagonist's Winery codename, thank you~