The officers' worries were not unfounded. Sato Miwako was no fool; on the contrary, she was considered quite a sharp investigator in Investigation Division 1.
"The bag that got taken by mistake..." Officer Sato understood at once. "So this is Matsu—this is Mr. Kurosawa's ring?"
Conan watched helplessly as she walked over and took the ring box, which had not even warmed in his hand yet, away from him.
Conan: "..." Forget it. The ring box did not look like it had any mechanisms anyway. Rather than keeping it for himself, he might as well hand it over to the police—this way, the police could call that curly-haired man over to claim his lost property, and Conan would naturally get another chance to make contact with him and figure out who exactly he was.
Still, speaking of police...
Conan looked at the ring in Sato Miwako's hand and suddenly thought of one thing. He asked her, "Officer Sato, are you on a date with Mr. Kurosawa?"
"Of course not!" Officer Sato was startled, and even her face turned red. "It's just a meeting between friends."
The officers felt a stab of pain. "..." What a wonderful answer. It would have been even better if her expression had looked a little colder or more indifferent.
Sato Miwako also noticed her colleagues' strange looks. She steadied herself, quickly calmed down, and said with apparent composure, "This bag and the ring have to be treated as evidence for now and taken back to the Metropolitan Police Department for examination. Afterward, I'll find a way to return them to him."
The ring box in her hand felt heavy, finally giving her a bit of a sense of reality. It was as though by holding it, she could confirm that the mysterious youthful version of