Soap
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In the days spent waiting for the fake heist date Conan put a good deal of time into researching the target and possible leads on who the fakes were. He wanted to be able to capture the fake thieves (or thief) as fast as possible so he could put more attention into dealing with the real Kaitou Kid.
He knew he'd show. If there was anything that could be said about Kid, it was that he was vain. He was also very protective of his trademark and name. Conan thought that probably said something about Kid's psychological profile and made a note of it.
The target, it appeared, was some sculpture by a famous Greek artisan. Problem was, it was a rather erotic sculpture. Ran hadn't been too pleased when she'd seen the images, and even less so when Conan had looked at them.
The thing could have been some little kid's soap sculpture for all he cared. Conan wasn't interested in artwork. (Particularly artwork of a shapely woman enjoying herself with four satyrs...)
Personally, Conan couldn't fathom what was so great about it, or why people wanted to buy it let alone steal it. Idly he tacked "Art" into that space that he'd never understand, right alongside murder.