It's Just a Hobby

"Guchuan, there's a police car chasing us!"

Little Ai glanced back and saw a police car closing in.

"They must have found out about your mischief."

"No way. Logically, given the Japanese police's capabilities, they shouldn't have discovered the armor was missing so quickly," Guchuan shook his head.

"That's because you don't realize how blatant you are," Little Ai grumbled.

"And you don't realize how clueless the police are," Guchuan retorted.

Neither of them would back down until the police car drew nearer and nearer.

"What do we do?" Little Ai's face was a little flushed.

As a former member of a criminal organization, Little Ai naturally felt uneasy when facing the police.

"Don't be scared. That police car might just want to race us. If he wants to race, then I'll speed up," Guchuan said calmly.

Guchuan floored the accelerator, once again widening the gap with the police car.

Little Ai felt that her life after shrinking had become even more exciting than when she was with The Organization.

At least, when she was with The Organization, she didn't have to experience police chases.

Perhaps her decision to escape The Organization had truly been a mistake.

"Ah ha ha ha~"

Guchuan's laughter drifted into Yumi Miyamoto's ears, making her grit her teeth.

Damn it, there were simply too many street racers in Tokyo lately. Last time it was that annoying second-generation official, and this time, another motorcyclist. Just wait until I catch you, you'll be sorry.

Little Ai clung tightly to Guchuan, clenching her jaw.

"Pull over, now! Resisting arrest is far more serious than speeding!" Yumi Miyamoto yelled through a megaphone.

As a law-abiding, five-star citizen, Guchuan conscientiously pulled over.

"Good, it's not broken."

Guchuan picked up the armor that had fallen on the road and breathed a sigh of relief after inspecting it carefully.

Little Ai shakily leaned against a nearby wall. She swore, if she ever rode Guchuan's motorcycle again, she'd be Gin!

"It's you again."

Yumi Miyamoto glared at Guchuan, gritting her teeth.

So, no more racing cars, now you're racing motorcycles, huh?

"Show me your motorcycle driver's license," Yumi Miyamoto demanded.

"Didn't bring it."

"Didn't bring it, or don't have one?"

"Didn't bring it."

Yumi Miyamoto naturally didn't believe him and, without another word, handcuffed him.

Then, Yumi Miyamoto saw a terrified (and weak) Little Ai.

"Oh, so last time you drove off with an 'unwanted' car, and this time you're taking an 'unwanted' child, huh?" Yumi Miyamoto's face was filled with fury, as if she were looking at a scumbag.

"Don't tell me this motorcycle is also one of your 'unwanted' finds?"

"How could it be? Don't accuse me just because you're a police officer," Guchuan Ning said, looking indignant.

The car was found, the child was found, and the motorcycle was also found. Guchuan Ning, who had even received commendations from the Metropolitan Police Department, would never take other people's things without reason.

"Little one, do you even know this guy?"

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

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

"Yes, that's my sister, Guchuan Loli."

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

"Hmm?"

Although the name was strange, Yumi Miyamoto didn't voice any skepticism. Having such a name was already sad enough; it would be too heartless to mock the child further.

"Speeding, driving without a license, resisting arrest. You'll have to come with me to the Metropolitan Police Department again."

"That arrogant brat!"

Inspector Megure slammed his fist on the table.

After finding the culprit who killed Boss Manaka, Inspector Megure and Conan began searching for the missing artwork.

"Stealing something right in front of me, a great detective, is truly outrageous!" Kogoro Mouri said, looking indignant.

Conan's mouth twitched beside him.

Don't you know how you became this great detective? It's all because of me.

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

"What?! That's wonderful!"

Inspector Megure's face was filled with pleasant surprise. Kogoro Mouri curiously leaned over.

"What happened?"

"We've already caught that thief and brought him in," Inspector Megure said with a smug smile as he put away his phone, a triumphant look on his face.

"That fast?" Conan asked, incredulous.

"The abilities of the Japanese police are beyond your imagination," Inspector Megure said kindly, patting Conan's head.

"Asking detectives like Mouri for help with cases before was just giving you a chance to show off. Once we police get serious, any criminal will be brought to justice immediately."

Faced with Inspector Megure's boasting, Conan naturally didn't believe him.

"You didn't arrest the wrong person, did you?" Kogoro Mouri pouted beside him.

"What nonsense are you spouting? We even found that armor, how could we possibly arrest the wrong person?" Inspector Megure shouted at Kogoro Mouri, displeased.

"Hmph! I'm going back to the Metropolitan Police Department. Mouri, you should just go home."

For the first time, Inspector Megure felt a sense of triumph in front of a detective, and he was in a very good mood.

Although it was the traffic department who caught the thief, 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 annoyingly high-pitched voice.

"Haha, it's quite funny, actually. That thief was caught because he was speeding."

"You're the child of a high-ranking official, why do you like to just take other people's things?" Yumi Miyamoto asked, puzzled.

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

"Huh!?" Yumi Miyamoto frowned.

What kind of strange hobby was this? Although she had heard that children of high-ranking officials and chaebols had many eccentric hobbies, she had never heard of one this bizarre.

"My sister really understands me."

"Heh heh," Little Ai said with a forced smile.

He's really my 'good brother,' taking 'my' motorcycle without even a word.

Now, Little Ai suddenly felt that Guchuan's entering the wrong house was perfectly normal.

For a skilled Guchuan, picking a door should be quite easy.

Yumi Miyamoto glared at Guchuan, truly wondering what kind of family could raise a child like this. Looking at the well-behaved and cute 'Loli Guchuan,' Yumi Miyamoto couldn't help but feel a little worried.

In such a family, will this little girl eventually become like Guchuan Ning?

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

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

"Uh..." Yumi Miyamoto didn't understand anything about these artworks.

"Curator Ochiai wore the armor, recreating the scene of 'Divine Punishment.' The sinner was executed by the knight, and the knight also stained himself with the blood of sin. This armor has great collector's value."

"But Curator Ochiai was wearing the replica, and you took the original!" Conan burst into the Metropolitan Police Department.