A Great Insult to the Japanese Police

Upon arriving at the Art Museum, Guchuan Ning pulled Little Ai away as she meticulously examined a motorcycle. Although Little Ai still wanted to see if it was her Harley Motorcycle, she was no match for Guchuan Ning and was dragged into the Art Museum.

Looking at that kid, they must have been forced to come by an adult too.

Conan thought to himself, watching Guchuan Ning and Little Ai.

Beside them, Ran conversed with Curator Ochiai.

"Yes, the previous owner had to sell the Art Museum to Mr. Manaka because his company went bankrupt," the curator told Ran.

Little Ai tugged at Guchuan Ning's sleeve.

"You said you bought a collection, so why did the curator say it was sold to Mr. Manaka?"

"Guess?" Guchuan Ning smiled ambiguously and turned to admire the artworks in the Art Museum.

Little Ai sniffed.

I'm not guessing. I have no interest in knowing!

Little Ai aimlessly wandered through the Art Museum with Guchuan Ning until the soles of her feet hurt, but Guchuan Ning still showed no intention of leaving.

"How long are you going to keep walking around?" Little Ai couldn't help but ask.

He had been dragging her hand around, not even letting her rest.

"Almost, almost."

Guchuan Ning crouched down and stroked Little Ai's head. Little Ai didn't even try to dodge.

"Ah!"

Guchuan Ning and Little Ai simultaneously looked up, gazing towards a room inside the Art Museum. Before Little Ai could react, Guchuan Ning scooped her up and rushed towards the source of the sound.

"What's wrong?"

Guchuan Ning put Little Ai down and asked Ran, who looked flustered.

"Owner Manaka has been killed."

Little Ai looked at Conan, who was staring at the corpse and thinking. Is this the shrunken Shinichi Kudo? A child seeing a corpse isn't scared at all; how strange.

She then stepped back and hugged Guchuan Ning's leg, trembling with fear.

"Brother, I'm so scared."

"It's alright, big brother is here. Don't be afraid," Guchuan Ning said, holding Little Ai and gently patting her back.

The evil scientist from a criminal organization was trembling with fear, seeking comfort in Guchuan Ning's embrace.

After the police arrived, Little Ai hid in Guchuan Ning's arms, watching Conan scam the police, seize evidence, and run around like a maniac. She felt completely unnerved.

This idiotic detective, is he deliberately trying to make people suspicious?

"Inspector Megure, we found armor in Mr. Kubota's room closet."

Two police officers carried over the blood-stained armor. Guchuan Ning stared at the armor, stroking his chin.

This armor seems highly collectible too.

"There are two irrefutable pieces of evidence: this blood-stained armor and the note left by the victim before death..."

While the police and Conan were investigating the killer, Guchuan Ning quietly left the scene with Little Ai.

"Little Ai, let's go back first."

"Uh, can we?" Little Ai asked, surprised.

"Of course, we can. When we left, the police didn't stop us," Guchuan Ning said matter-of-factly.

Little Ai looked at the police, who didn't seem to notice them, feeling somewhat perplexed.

Although she and Guchuan Ning weren't suspects, the police seemed to pay them too little attention.

Guchuan Ning, carrying a large cloth bag on his back, walked out of the Art Museum with Little Ai.

Stepping so easily past the police cordon, Little Ai felt a sense of unreality. Japanese police are just too...

"By the way, what's in that cloth bag?" Little Ai asked.

Guchuan Ning jiggled the cloth bag on his back, and the sound of metal clanging together could be heard.

"A piece of art."

"A murder just happened at this Art Museum, and you deliberately took away a piece of art to lighten their burden. You're such a good person," Little Ai couldn't help but say.

There are surveillance cameras right at the entrance. It's too brazen of you to carry something out so openly.

"How can you, at such a young age, say something so sarcastic?" Guchuan Ning said, displeased, and ruffled Little Ai's hair, flattening her fluffy hair.

Little Ai clenched her fists.

Heh heh! With such brazen behavior, Guchuan Ning probably gets along very well with those perverts in The Organization!

"You collected something today; the police might arrest you and take you to the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow."

"Heh, I was already a regular at police stations back in America, but I still feel like the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department is more like home."

Seeing Guchuan Ning's "dead pig not afraid of boiling water" attitude, Little Ai felt helpless.

And here she thought he was a good person back then. She was truly deceived by his outwardly kind demeanor.

Moreover, Little Ai was most worried about her identity being exposed.

Though Guchuan said he had already settled her household registration, who knew if the police would find something amiss?

"Let's go. First, let's hide my collection."

Guchuan pulled the helmet over Little Ai's head, then lifted her onto the motorcycle.

Little Ai felt like her life was destined to be intertwined with criminals. She had spent her childhood living in a criminal organization, and after finally escaping, she was now 'held captive' by another criminal.

"Guchuan, is this motorcycle one of your collectibles?"

"What? The wind's too strong, I can't hear you." Guchuan continued to feign deafness.

Little Ai angrily bumped her helmeted head against Guchuan's back.

This Harley Motorcycle absolutely had to be the one that little thief Guchuan collected!

"You thief!"

"Then you're the thief's sister."

"I am not your sister."

"See, you're being tsundere again."

Where do you get that I'm being tsundere?!

Little Ai felt like her chest was going to burst from anger. Do you only know the word 'tsundere'?!

"Hold tight! I'll give you a taste of speed and passion!"

Guchuan sped through the streets of Tokyo on his motorcycle.

Inside the Art Museum, Conan and the others were still searching for the culprit.

"What a horrifying bloodstain. A perfectly good piece of art ruined," Kogoro Mouri lamented, staring at the armor.

"No, this is just a replica used for decoration. The replica was used in the crime, so the original hasn't been defiled," Curator Ochiai said.

"Really? Then where's the original?" Kogoro Mouri asked.

"The original, of course…"

"Curator, this is bad! The original is missing!"

"What?!" Curator Ochiai anxiously grabbed the person's shoulders.

Conan, who had been deep in thought, also had his concentration broken.

A murder had just occurred here, and with so many police officers on the scene, someone still dared to take advantage of the chaos. How brazen!

Inspector Megure was also extremely furious.

Although the Japanese police were seen as underperforming by outsiders, for someone to dare to walk out with something right in front of them was simply too arrogant.

"We must catch that guy and let him know the consequences of defying us!"

"Yes, sir!"

Then, a group of people gathered around the monitor, watching Guchuan brazenly leave the Art Museum with a cloth bag on his back, even having the leisure to chat and laugh with a little girl by the entrance.