A/N: These short stories take place after episode 5, and I will be using
the English names of characters and places for these stories because I've
only seen the English episodes. Also, the case will NOT be solved at the
end of each chapter. Instead, I will let you close the case yourselves.
Case #1
-Date: Saturday, June 2- -Location: Inspector Moore's office-
It had been a long week for Conan. It wasn't because of a few difficult cases for him to solve, but it was that he had a lot of small, easy cases. Between somehow making it to the scene of the crime, actually solving the case, and somehow getting the police to listen to him once he had solved it, Conan was exhausted. He slumped down in the chair at Inspector Moore's office and tried to close his eyes and get a couple hours of sleep in.
"Hey, Conan!"
There went his sleep...
"Conan!" Rachel repeated. "Dad is taking us on a vacation!"
Conan knew all of this already. He'd heard Rachel and Inspector Moore arguing about it for the last two days. But... at least this way he'd get some rest and relaxation...
-Date: Monday, June 4- -Location: Hotel Geiyx-
They had gotten to the hotel yesterday afternoon. The trip wasn't really that long; the hotel was just outside the city, by the river. Apparently, they'd come on just the right day too: the owner's birthday. He was holding a big party today, and everyone was invited.
"Let's go, Conan," Rachel said sweetly. She was still a little bit annoyed with him for how he'd acted on the train two weeks ago, but Conan had been good lately, so she wasn't too mad. "You don't want to miss the party, do you?"
"No," replied Conan. "I love parties!"
"Too bad," grunted Inspector Moore. "Because he's not coming." Both Conan and Rachel were shocked at this, but Rachel tried to contain herself, and calmly asked why not. Inspector Moore told her that after Conan's behavior on the train, he didn't want to risk being thrown out of the hotel. "Besides that, things always get screwed up whenever he's around. Remember when we let come with us on the stalker case and someone turned up murdered?"
"It was suicide," interrupted Rachel.
"Whatever. And remember when that girl staged her own kidnapping? She ended up getting kidnapped for real!"
Conan couldn't stand listening to this. "I'm the one who found her!" he yelled. Soon, room 424 of Hotel Geiyx was filled with shouting, and it ended with Rachel and Inspector Moore going to the party in very bad moods and a defiant Conan following them carefully.
-Date: Monday, June 4 6:30- -Location: Hotel Geiyx Ballroom-
The party had just started, and Conan sat in a corner. Although he managed to get to the ballroom, he couldn't hide once the party started, and Inspector Moore tried to send him back to the room. Rachel had managed to compromise with her father, though, and Conan managed to get away with a time out. Conan had listened to some of the people talking nearby out of boredom and heard that the guest of honor had not arrived yet. He also heard that the guest of honor was bathing in his private Jacuzzi in the basement. Also out of boredom, he looked around the Ballroom. There was a stairway going down with a door at the end. The door had a sign on it that said: Jacuzzi. Suddenly, thunder cracked the sky and hail began pounding on the windows.
"Oh my," said the manager's wife. She spoke into the microphone. "Excuse me. Everyone should go into the basement, should the wind pick up and become a tornado." Conan knew that it was probably a simple thunderstorm, but didn't say anything. He followed the large crowd down into the basement. As soon as they reached the basement, he spoke to the manager's wife.
"Excuse me, ma'am. But maybe you should get your husband. I heard he was in his Jacuzzi, and he could go up the stairs into the ballroom."
"Why, you're absolutely right! My, you're a smart little boy!" Conan smiled when he heard that. At least someone other than Rachel and Amy gave him credit for something. His happiness was broken by a shriek.
-Date: Monday, June 4 9:27- -Location: Jacuzzi room in Hotel Geiyx-
Inspector Moore and Inspector McGuire were at the scene of the crime. The manager was found dead in his Jacuzzi at 8:30 and his wife was found with her hand wet with water and blood mixed together. Her husband had been dead for at least two hours. The manager's son, Joey offered his crying mother a napkin to blow her nose with from his lunchbox. Conan saw the policemen interrogating everyone in the room. One policeman even asked Joey to show him his lunchbox. Joey's lunchbox had an empty thermos, and some potato chips. Finally, after an hour of thinking, Conan realized that he was completely stumped. He turned to leave, but Inspector Moore stopped him.
"Just where do you think you're going, murderer?"
Everyone gasped.
"Dad," Rachel said in a panicked voice. "You can't possibly Conan did it?"
"Of course I do! After all, he knew where the stairs were to the Jacuzzi, and had the opportunity to commit the murder while he was in time out! No one could have seen him because the disco lights were turned on at the party and everyone was too distracted dancing!"
"That's all very good, Inspector Moore," Rachel said with disgust. "But you're missing one thing: How did he do it? There was no weapon found at the scene of the crime, yet the manager had a wound in his back!"
Conan felt helpless. He desperately looked around for something he overlooked. The glares telling him that he was guilty of the murder made him nervous but he overcame his fears and saw the clue: A lit candle was near the side of the Jacuzzi where the manager was found dead.
"Fine, Rachel," her father said, still mad at her for the afternoon. "If Conan is innocent, then who did it?"
During this exchange, Conan had snuck behind Rachel and set his tie to Rachel's exact voice frequency. This would be difficult, but he didn't have the heart to knock out Rachel just so she could answer her father's question.
"The murderer is..."
Case #1
-Date: Saturday, June 2- -Location: Inspector Moore's office-
It had been a long week for Conan. It wasn't because of a few difficult cases for him to solve, but it was that he had a lot of small, easy cases. Between somehow making it to the scene of the crime, actually solving the case, and somehow getting the police to listen to him once he had solved it, Conan was exhausted. He slumped down in the chair at Inspector Moore's office and tried to close his eyes and get a couple hours of sleep in.
"Hey, Conan!"
There went his sleep...
"Conan!" Rachel repeated. "Dad is taking us on a vacation!"
Conan knew all of this already. He'd heard Rachel and Inspector Moore arguing about it for the last two days. But... at least this way he'd get some rest and relaxation...
-Date: Monday, June 4- -Location: Hotel Geiyx-
They had gotten to the hotel yesterday afternoon. The trip wasn't really that long; the hotel was just outside the city, by the river. Apparently, they'd come on just the right day too: the owner's birthday. He was holding a big party today, and everyone was invited.
"Let's go, Conan," Rachel said sweetly. She was still a little bit annoyed with him for how he'd acted on the train two weeks ago, but Conan had been good lately, so she wasn't too mad. "You don't want to miss the party, do you?"
"No," replied Conan. "I love parties!"
"Too bad," grunted Inspector Moore. "Because he's not coming." Both Conan and Rachel were shocked at this, but Rachel tried to contain herself, and calmly asked why not. Inspector Moore told her that after Conan's behavior on the train, he didn't want to risk being thrown out of the hotel. "Besides that, things always get screwed up whenever he's around. Remember when we let come with us on the stalker case and someone turned up murdered?"
"It was suicide," interrupted Rachel.
"Whatever. And remember when that girl staged her own kidnapping? She ended up getting kidnapped for real!"
Conan couldn't stand listening to this. "I'm the one who found her!" he yelled. Soon, room 424 of Hotel Geiyx was filled with shouting, and it ended with Rachel and Inspector Moore going to the party in very bad moods and a defiant Conan following them carefully.
-Date: Monday, June 4 6:30- -Location: Hotel Geiyx Ballroom-
The party had just started, and Conan sat in a corner. Although he managed to get to the ballroom, he couldn't hide once the party started, and Inspector Moore tried to send him back to the room. Rachel had managed to compromise with her father, though, and Conan managed to get away with a time out. Conan had listened to some of the people talking nearby out of boredom and heard that the guest of honor had not arrived yet. He also heard that the guest of honor was bathing in his private Jacuzzi in the basement. Also out of boredom, he looked around the Ballroom. There was a stairway going down with a door at the end. The door had a sign on it that said: Jacuzzi. Suddenly, thunder cracked the sky and hail began pounding on the windows.
"Oh my," said the manager's wife. She spoke into the microphone. "Excuse me. Everyone should go into the basement, should the wind pick up and become a tornado." Conan knew that it was probably a simple thunderstorm, but didn't say anything. He followed the large crowd down into the basement. As soon as they reached the basement, he spoke to the manager's wife.
"Excuse me, ma'am. But maybe you should get your husband. I heard he was in his Jacuzzi, and he could go up the stairs into the ballroom."
"Why, you're absolutely right! My, you're a smart little boy!" Conan smiled when he heard that. At least someone other than Rachel and Amy gave him credit for something. His happiness was broken by a shriek.
-Date: Monday, June 4 9:27- -Location: Jacuzzi room in Hotel Geiyx-
Inspector Moore and Inspector McGuire were at the scene of the crime. The manager was found dead in his Jacuzzi at 8:30 and his wife was found with her hand wet with water and blood mixed together. Her husband had been dead for at least two hours. The manager's son, Joey offered his crying mother a napkin to blow her nose with from his lunchbox. Conan saw the policemen interrogating everyone in the room. One policeman even asked Joey to show him his lunchbox. Joey's lunchbox had an empty thermos, and some potato chips. Finally, after an hour of thinking, Conan realized that he was completely stumped. He turned to leave, but Inspector Moore stopped him.
"Just where do you think you're going, murderer?"
Everyone gasped.
"Dad," Rachel said in a panicked voice. "You can't possibly Conan did it?"
"Of course I do! After all, he knew where the stairs were to the Jacuzzi, and had the opportunity to commit the murder while he was in time out! No one could have seen him because the disco lights were turned on at the party and everyone was too distracted dancing!"
"That's all very good, Inspector Moore," Rachel said with disgust. "But you're missing one thing: How did he do it? There was no weapon found at the scene of the crime, yet the manager had a wound in his back!"
Conan felt helpless. He desperately looked around for something he overlooked. The glares telling him that he was guilty of the murder made him nervous but he overcame his fears and saw the clue: A lit candle was near the side of the Jacuzzi where the manager was found dead.
"Fine, Rachel," her father said, still mad at her for the afternoon. "If Conan is innocent, then who did it?"
During this exchange, Conan had snuck behind Rachel and set his tie to Rachel's exact voice frequency. This would be difficult, but he didn't have the heart to knock out Rachel just so she could answer her father's question.
"The murderer is..."