That evening, Conan heard the news that they were going on a trip.
The three sat around the dining table. Afraid that her father would guess her real reason for taking him out, Mouri Ran did her best to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Jiang Xia said he received a commission from a mysterious person—I wonder what kind of person they are. I'm so excited."
"A mysterious person?" Mouri Kogoro was still not used to his daughter's cutesy way of speaking. He smacked his lips over his drink, trying hard to ignore her tone and focus only on what she had said. "Could it be some wanted criminal who's hiding their face? That kid Jiang Xia is a little uncanny. Ever since he became a detective, there hasn't been a break in the cases around him. I really don't know whether that counts as a kind of detective talent, just like that brat next door..."
"..." Conan guiltily lowered his head and shoveled a huge mouthful of rice into his mouth, making himself look very busy.
What do you mean, uncanny? At the same time, he couldn't help silently retorting. We just solve cases quickly and built up a reputation because of it, so cases are naturally drawn to us—an uncle like you, who starts spouting nonsense whenever he encounters a case, couldn't possibly understand our world!
After his quiet complaint, Conan picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, and his attention quickly shifted elsewhere. "Did Brother Jiang Xia say anything else about that mysterious person?"
As a Great Detective who knew a little about the Black Organization, Conan was extremely concerned about this matter. That bunch of suspicious people connected to the Black Organization were like flies, circling Jiang Xia every so often. And today, Jiang Xia had