"Heiji."
Hattori Heiji was in the middle of asking questions curiously when Hattori Heizo's stern voice suddenly came from behind him.
The Assistant Commissioner looked his son over with a strange gaze and had just opened his mouth to say something when Mrs. Hattori interrupted him from the side.
The elegant lady said calmly to her son, "Eat first."
"Oh." Although he really wanted to keep talking to Conan on the phone, faced with his dad's dark expression, Hattori Heiji did not dare say anything for the moment. He hung up and went back to eating.
The family sat at the dining table and ate in silence for a while. Suddenly, Mrs. Hattori said, "Don't do anything against the rules. You're not old enough yet."
Hattori Heiji said, "Oh."
After answering reflexively, Hattori Heiji thought back over what his mom had said, then suddenly froze.
He shot to his feet with a clatter, his face flushing red. "What are you imagining!!"
Hattori Heizo set down his chopsticks with a snap.
"..." Hattori Heiji silently sat back down and weakly changed his wording. "...What are you imagining, sir?"
Mrs. Hattori smiled. "All right, hurry up and eat—dear, you too. Everyone goes through it, don't they? Be a little gentler with Heiji."
Hattori Heizo snorted and picked up his chopsticks again.
The family atmosphere was stiff... harmonious as they continued eating.
Conan did not know that he had accidentally set up his friend again.
With no psychological burden whatsoever, he got a good night's sleep, then got up early the next morning, planning to go with Mouri Ran to that hairstylist's home and ask about the details of those manga.
Coincidentally, Mouri Ran was thinking the same thing.
"Jiang Xia!"
Worried that she might miss some important details, Mouri Ran had