Interest, That's All

"Guchuan, there's a police car chasing us from behind."

Little Ai glanced back and saw a police car pursuing them.

"They must have found out about something bad you did."

"Impossible. Given the Japanese Police's capabilities, they shouldn't have discovered the missing armor so quickly." Guchuan shook his head.

"That's because you don't realize how blatant you were." Little Ai gritted her teeth.

"That's because you don't realize how muddleheaded the police are." Guchuan retorted.

Neither of them gave ground until the police car drew closer and closer.

"What do we do?" Little Ai's cheeks flushed slightly.

As a former member of a criminal organization, Little Ai still felt instinctively uneasy around the police.

"Don't be afraid. That police car might simply want to race us. Since they want to race, I'll speed up." Guchuan said calmly.

Guchuan twisted the throttle and widened the distance between them and the police car again.

Little Ai felt that her life after becoming smaller had become even more eventful than her life in the organization.

At least when she had been in the organization, she had never had to experience a police chase.

Maybe her decision to flee the organization had really been a mistake.

"Ahahahaha!"

Guchuan's laughter drifted into Yumi Miyamoto's ears, and she gritted her teeth.

Damn it, there had been far too many street racers in Tokyo lately. Last time, it was that damned second-generation official; this time, she had run into another motorcycle racer. If I catch you, you'll pay for this.

Little Ai clung tightly to Guchuan, gritting her teeth.

"Stop up ahead! Resisting arrest is far more serious than street racing!" Yumi Miyamoto shouted through a megaphone.

As a law-abiding five-star citizen, Guchuan obediently stopped the motorcycle.

"Good thing it wasn't damaged."

Guchuan picked up the armor that had been lying on the road and carefully inspected it before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Little Ai shakily braced herself against the wall beside her. She swore that if she ever rode Guchuan's motorcycle again, she would be Gin!

"You again."

Yumi Miyamoto glared at Guchuan through gritted teeth.

Done street racing, and now he had started motorcycle racing, had he?

"Show me your motorcycle license," Yumi Miyamoto said.

"I didn't bring it."

"You didn't bring it, or you don't have one?"

"I didn't bring it."

Naturally, Yumi Miyamoto did not believe him. Without another word, she cuffed him.

Then Yumi Miyamoto noticed the frightened-looking, weak Little Ai.

"Fine, last time you drove off in a 'nobody wanted it' car, and this time you took away a 'nobody wanted it' child, is that it?" Yumi Miyamoto looked furious, as though she were staring at human trash.

"Don't tell me this motorcycle was also something you drove off in because 'nobody wanted it'?"

"How could that be? Don't think you can falsely accuse me just because you're a police officer." Guchuan Ning looked indignant.

The car had been picked up, the child had been picked up, and the motorcycle had been picked up. Guchuan Ning, who had received commendation from the Metropolitan Police Department, would never take someone else's belongings for no reason.

"Little girl, you don't know this guy at all, do you?"

Yumi Miyamoto roughly pinned Guchuan against the car, then looked gently at Little Ai.

Although she had wanted to tell the truth outright, the words that came out were, "He's my brother."

"That's right. She's my little sister, Loli Guchuan."

Little Ai gave an awkward smile. She should have just said he was a human trafficker.

"Hm?"

Although the name was strange, Yumi Miyamoto did not voice any doubts. Having a name like that was sad enough; if she mocked it too, it would hurt the child's feelings too much.

"Street racing, driving without a license, and resisting arrest. You're coming with me to the Metropolitan Police Department again."

"That arrogant little brat!"

Inspector Megure slammed his hand angrily on the desk.

After finding the criminal who had killed Boss Manaka, Inspector Megure and Conan had begun searching for the stolen artwork.

"Stealing something right in front of a great detective like me—how arrogant." Kogoro Mouri looked thoroughly indignant.

Conan's mouth twitched at the side.

Do you even know how you became a great detective? Wasn't it because I was there?

"Hello, this is Inspector Megure." A sudden phone call interrupted Inspector Megure's righteous indignation.

"What!? That's wonderful!"

Inspector Megure looked delighted, and Kogoro Mouri curiously leaned closer.

"What happened?"

"We've already caught that thief." Inspector Megure put away his phone with a smug smile.

"So quickly?" Conan said in disbelief.

"The Japanese Police's abilities are beyond your imagination." Inspector Megure kindly patted Conan on the head.

"The reason we previously asked detectives like Mori to help solve cases was merely to give you a chance to show yourselves. Once the police get serious, any criminal will immediately be brought to justice."

Naturally, Conan did not believe Inspector Megure's boasting.

"You didn't arrest the wrong person, did you?" Kogoro Mouri curled his lip at the side.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We even found the armor. How could we have caught the wrong person?" Inspector Megure shouted at Kogoro Mouri in dissatisfaction.

"Hmph! I'm heading back to the Metropolitan Police Department. Mouri, you can go home."

For the first time, Inspector Megure had been able to hold his head high before a detective, and he was in a very good mood.

Although the person who caught the thief was from the traffic division, they were all part of the Metropolitan Police Department, so it was the same.

"Inspector Megure, how was that thief caught?" Conan asked in his sickeningly cutesy voice.

"Haha, it's actually pretty funny. That thief was caught for speeding."

"You're the child of a high-ranking official. Why do you like taking other people's things?" Yumi Miyamoto asked in confusion.

"It's a hobby," Little Ai answered for Guchuan.

"Huh!?" Yumi Miyamoto frowned.

What kind of weird hobby was that? She had heard that children from powerful officials' and conglomerates' families had plenty of strange hobbies, but she had never heard of one this strange.

"My little sister understands me after all."

"Heh heh." Little Ai smiled without any warmth.

What a wonderful "big brother" I have. He drove off with even his "little sister's" motorcycle without saying a word.

Now that Little Ai thought about how Guchuan had gone to the wrong house, it suddenly seemed perfectly normal.

A practiced Guchuan should have found prying open a door easy.

Yumi Miyamoto glared angrily at Guchuan. She truly did not know what sort of family could raise a child like this. Looking at the obedient and adorable "Loli Guchuan," Yumi Miyamoto could not help feeling worried.

Would this little girl eventually become like Guchuan Ning too, growing up in a family like that?

"Um, may I ask why you took away that armor from the crime scene?" Yumi Miyamoto asked curiously.

"Don't you think this armor has great collectible value?" Guchuan asked.

"Uh." Yumi Miyamoto did not understand these artworks at all.

"Curator Ochiai wore armor and recreated the scene of 'Divine Punishment.' The sinner was executed by the knight, while the knight was stained with sinful blood as well. This armor has tremendous collectible value."

"But Curator Ochiai wore the replica. What you took was the original." Conan rushed into the Metropolitan Police Department.