Art Museum

"Head of Security Department? Police Superintendent?"

Conan looked at the smiling Xu Yue before him and stammered.

He was a Famous Detective, so of course he knew quite a bit about the police.

He understood the weight of that rank.

He had never expected it. In the previous cases, Xu Yue had merely tagged along, showing great respect to Inspector Megure, and he was even Officer Sato's younger brother.

Yet this guy's rank was three levels above Inspector Megure's!

You really couldn't judge a book by its cover...

But because of the abilities Xu Yue had consistently displayed, although Conan was surprised, he accepted it quickly. After all, the identity arranged by the space naturally made others overlook one's age and seniority, focusing only on ability.

"Then I really have to thank you. That organization is truly terrifying."

Conan let out a breath, inexplicably feeling a little more at ease.

"Right? It's good to share some of the pressure in your heart and the burden on your shoulders."

Xu Yue once again scooped up the little brat in front of him and started kneading his cheeks.

"Haha, our Famous Detective is really fun."

Conan wore a dead-fish-eyed expression, looking utterly done with life...

Naturally, Xu Yue could not stay at the Mori Detective Agency forever. After making them dinner and having a heart-to-heart with Conan, he announced his departure.

This time, Kogoro Mouri and Ran Mouri's attitudes toward Xu Yue had clearly risen another level. Kogoro Mouri kept shaking his hand and saying he was welcome anytime.

Of course, since Xu Yue had eaten dinner at the Mori Detective Agency, when he got home, he found Sato Miwako sprawled across the table, seemingly cold already.

Sato Miwako, who had seemed to have turned into a corpse, twitched her ears