Conan had just suspected that the security guard in front of him was Kid in disguise.
But now, feeling the man's presence up close, Conan began to think he had probably mistaken him for someone else—Kid was, overall, a phantom thief who pursued elegance. No matter what he disguised himself as, he did not seem like the type to give off such a vicious criminal aura.
But the man in front of him... was very different. It was not merely the oppressive feeling of a criminal; Conan also keenly sensed hostility directed at himself.
Under Conan's wary gaze, the "security guard" actually smiled a little. "Little brother, why are you running so fast? Not running in the corridor is basic courtesy."
"..." Conan tried hard to put on an innocent child's expression and eagerly admitted his mistake. "Sorry, sir. I'll definitely be careful from now on."
The "security guard" nodded and was about to speak, but before he could, another smiling young security guard came down the corridor.
The smiling security guard looked at his colleague. "What's wrong?"
Irish lowered the brim of his hat. "There's a child running around here. No idea where his guardian is."
He had investigated beforehand. Two teams were responsible for security here. His uniform was different from that of the smiling security guard beside him, so he probably would not be recognized.
Sure enough, the newly arrived guard did not expose him. He merely smiled at Conan. "Where are your parents? Children your age who go out alone get sent to the Police Station."
Irish calmly suggested, "I'll take him to look for his guardian first."
But Conan stepped back to avoid his hand, then turned toward the other smiling guard and spoke in a childlike voice. "Wow, mister, your anti-riot baton is so