Mask
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For, what was probably, the first time in his life Conan was feeling generally peeved that someone had had to go and commit murder in his general vicinity. Logically speaking Conan knew that his penchant for running across murders just as, or shortly after, they happened was breaking some sort of Rule of Reality. He just wasn't completely sure what Rule that was yet.
Maybe he'd try and research it the next time he was bored to tears.
That solid plan in mind he went back to scowling at the corpse that was laying near his feet. The man's face was contorted into a twisted grin of a death mask.
Heaving a sigh the boy tapped his foot impatiently and checked his watch. He had plans!
Conan had been keeping careful watch for any news related to a Kid heist, and just when he hears about one... Of course his luck would mean he had to deal with a murder on his way home from school. Now he had to solve the case by leading everyone around by their hands....
Honestly, he felt more like the adult here.
Just then Satou and Takagi arrived on scene and Conan shed his annoyance to give them his best I'm-an-adorable-little-boy smile and chirped, "Satou-keiji! Takagi-keiji!"
The two adults smiled and, with that, the usual games began.