Law-Abiding Citizen Bourbon

"High school students with Kansai accents? Never seen them."

"I stayed home all day today. I didn't run into any strangers."

"Kansai accents from Osaka? They haven't come by. Though, that boy looks a little familiar..."

Shinichi Kudo covered his face and practically fled from the last house.

That housewife's gaze had been far too strange. He suspected that if he had run any slower, he would have been caught and groped by a detective fangirl.

He was beginning to believe that wealthy housewives with plenty of free time made up the main force of obsessive fandoms.

"Whew... And of all surnames, it had to be Ito." After confirming there was no movement behind him, Shinichi Kudo fanned his face with one hand. "It's such a common surname. We've checked five houses and found nothing..."

"I spoke too soon. For this sort of thing, the police really are more convenient." Ran Mouri rubbed her knee, lowered her head to check the list in her hand, then could not help asking curiously, "The list Amuro found is so detailed. Is it because he's been a detective for a while and knows the police well?"

Before becoming a detective, her father had been a police officer. Many of the Metropolitan Police Department officers in charge of related cases had even worked with him before.

But when it came to finding people, Mori Kogoro still mainly relied on his hardworking legs and smiling door-to-door visits, much like what they were doing today.

That made the printout in her hands—clear addresses, precise markings, and even an exaggerated route map—stand out all the more.

Because he was not a criminal detective. He was a public security police officer.

Tangze pressed down the corners of his mouth as his eyes wandered over the punctuation marks, trying