Once the kids were asleep, Conan snuck out of her room. She knew if the kids woke up and noticed that she was gone, there was gonna be hell to pay. But she needed time to do her own investigation.

From what she was able to gather beforehand, there was a string of murders with an unidentifiable cause of death. There was a chance it could be the Apotoxin and that the Black Organization was somewhere in the city. Or it could very well be an ability or just some generic method of killing.

To be honest, Conan didn't really trust the results of most police investigations. The method of killing could very well be something that they haven't tested for.

Exiting the hotel, she sent Agasa a quick text before searching for a nearby library. They would surely have reports and newspapers that haven't been digitized yet.

Finding one in the vicinity, Conan started walking toward the library, making sure to stay under the street lamps.

"I'm getting a bad feeling about this city, Conan-kun," Hiromitsu expressed.

"Me too," she whispered under her breath. "By the way Hiromitsu-san, can I call you Hiro-san instead?"

"Why all of a sudden, kid?"

"I figure adults will probably conclude that I have an imaginary friend, especially with a cute name like Hiro."

"Ah. If anyone overhears, then they would just presume you are being a kid. I mean, you can pass for a six-year-old."

"Oi!"

"Just kidding. Yeah. Sure, kid. You can call me Hiro. A friend of mine used to call me Hiro."

"Oh? And where are they now?"

"...Around. Hey, Conan-kun. The library is over there."

Looking at where Hiro pointed, Conan noticed just how small the local library was. Ah, they probably kept sensitive documents with the Military Police or the Special Division for Unusual Powers. It was worth a shot though.

Walking towards the library, Conan took note of how run down it was. From the frontal appearance, it was very lackluster, like they hadn't taken care of it. There were overgrown weeds and dirty windows.

"Are you really going in there, kid?"

Conan shook her head slightly before sighing. It looked like she would have to resort to internet searches and word of mouth.

Huffing, she turned on her heel, heading for a cafe she passed earlier. She was going to require coffee for this.

Cafe Uzumaki she believed it was called.

Retracing her steps, she came up to the cafe. It apparently was open until two in the morning. Conan smiled. It looked like she could set up here for a while at the very least.

Opening the door, a bell jingled alerting the man behind the counter. "Ah, little boy, are you lost?" He said, concerned.

The man stopped cleaning the counter and turned fully towards Conan. His brow was furrowed.

"No, sir. I was just wondering if I could stay here for a bit… and get a coffee please," Conan questioned in her most childlike voice.

"But where are your parents?"

"Ah. Don't worry. They told me to settle here for a bit when they go off to do some work."

The man's expression softened. "Ah, you can stay here, but no coffee. It's not good for children. Maybe I can make you a hot chocolate. Though I haven't made one in a while. Most people just want coffee."

Conan cursed in her head while Hiro laughed next to her.

Sitting down at the counter, she brought out her phone and began searching for any related case. A hot mug of hot chocolate was soon placed down in front of her.

Conan thanked the man, "Thank you, sir! Can I also have a slice of lemon pie?"

The man nodded, stealing glances at the mature child. It was weird, certainly, but considering the people upstairs… Well, it wasn't that out of the ordinary.

Placing the slice of pie down in front of the child, he glanced at the child's face and was shocked by the child's concentration. Most children would be too jumpy but this child was able to still himself. He hoped the child wasn't trained to be this way by the Port Mafia.

"Excuse me, sir?"

Jolted from his train of thought, he focused his attention on the boy. "Yes… uh-"

"Conan. Do you know about the murders that have been happening around town?"

"Ah. That's a bit of a sore spot for this city. No one has been able to track the culprit yet and the Military Police are refusing to allow the Armed Detective Agency to help."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. They think they have to prove themselves. Since the Agency solved more cases, the police feel like they are… lacking."

"But more innocent people are dying."

"Yes… Well, it looks like the agency is working on the case without collaborating with the police since enough citizens have come to them requesting the job."

"That's good."

"Yeah, but it's slow going without the police's additional information. They aren't even allowing the Agency into crime scenes."

"Do you know how far the agency is into their case on these matters?"

"No, no. They don't tell me such things. I'm just here to provide coffee."

"Oh. Is there anything else you know about the case? From word of mouth from your patrons?"

"No. Sorry, kid. But why are you so interested in the murders?"

Conan froze for a second before putting on her best kid act, "Ah! Detective Kogorou Mouri was curious about them. Since my friends and I were coming to Yokohama to check out the local attractions, he told me to see if I could gather any more information than what was available on the internet."

"Is that so? Well, maybe you could ask the Detective Agency? I can't promise you that you would get a straightforward response but they would surely be more accommodating than the police."

Conan pondered for a second, "Where would this detective agency be, sir?"

Just after her question, the bell to the door sounded, slightly startling Conan from her contemplation. Coming through the door was the man who was wearing the green yukata. He was accompanied by a blond man who was absorbed in his notebook.

"Ah, Conan-kun. They are actually in this building, located on the fourth floor, and over there, in the green yukata is the president of the agency. His name is Yukichi Fukuzawa."

Did every detective agency station themselves on top of a cafe? Conan understands the need for coffee but really? Anyways, that just made it easier to make contact and to fish for any information.

Nodding her head, Conan thanked the cafe owner while watching the two men take a booth. The cafe owner then went over to their table to take their orders. While that was happening, Conan grabbed her wallet and placed quite a bit of money under her drink to cover her bill.

"Conan-kun, I know what you are thinking… Don't," Hiro expressed

Jumping down from her seat, Conan made her way over once the owner returned to behind the counter to make their drinks.

"And there she goes, not listening to the guardian angel hovering next to her," Hiro continued.

"Excuse me, Fukuzawa-san?" Conan started with his most innocent kid-like tone.

Fukuzawa, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, looked a bit intimidating, to say the least. He had a piercing stare that seemed to demand respect. Swallowing thickly, Conan waited for Fukuzawa to respond.

The man looked Conan over once before his expression softened, "Yes, young boy?"

"You're the president of the Armed Detective Agency, correct?"

"Hm."

"Man of many words, isn't he?" Hiro laughed.

Conan let out a breath, "Are you investigating the serial murder case? The one without a clear cause of death?"

Fukuzawa's face stiffened as he reassessed Conan. There was a clear clench in his jaw and a furrow in his brow as he responded, "We are. Why would you like to know, little boy?"

"What do you know about it?"

"Listen, kid," the blonde man started. "President Fukuzawa asked you a question. You should answer it."

"Sounds like a teacher. Bet he was one previously," Hiro continued.

"But I started the questioning first… Anyways, what information do you have about the case? Did the police overlook something? Was it just natural causes? Or did an ability play a part in their deaths?"

Fukuzawa's eyes widened ever so slightly, "Who do you work for?"

Conan forwent the childish act, deepening her voice and neutralizing her expression. She stared him in the eye, putting her hands in her pockets, "Conan Edogawa, detective. Now, can you answer some of my questions about the case?"

The blond man's jaw dropped as Fukuzawa became tense as he tried to mask it by folding his arms, "Why don't we take this upstairs, Conan-kun?"

Conan nodded, going along with Fukuzawa. Following the man, Conan was taken by how light and precise Fukuzawa's steps were. He clearly had formal training. There was even a possibility that he was an assassin at one point. "Hey, Fukuzawa-san? Did you use to be an assassin? Maybe a bodyguard?"

Fukuzawa's expression didn't change as they left the flabbergasted blonde man behind, "What makes you come to that conclusion?"

"Multiple things. Though, your walk is a dead giveaway. No one walks like that except for assassins… and overly trained individuals who have had decades of training. Considering your age and mannerisms, I would lean more towards an assassin."

"Hm."

Ah, a man of many words. At least he was straight to the point.

Conan glared at Hiro out of the corner of her eye. She really didn't like his commentary even though she agreed with quite a bit of his quips.

She bit her lip and discreetly put a finger to her lips, telling him to hush up. Returning to her relaxed position, she heard the blonde man scrambling to catch up behind them.

"Does changing your voice and tone when properly introducing yourself usually get such reactions, Conan-kun?" Hiro asked while looking behind them to watch the blonde rushing up the stairs behind them.

Nodding ever so slightly, Conan called back to the blonde man in the same deeper tone, "Did you make sure to pay for your drinks?"

The blonde man spluttered before turning around to go back to the cafe. A smile formed on Conan's face.

"Each agency member has a tab at the cafe. I'm sure you could have determined that, or is there a reason you didn't want Kunikida coming with us?" Fukuzawa asked, his back still turned towards Conan.

"He sounds bossy," Returning to her kid voice.

Fukuzawa tensed slightly at the change of tone before relaxing once more, "Hm."

He didn't sound like he believed her. Which was fair but she just did not have the mental capacity to deal with a stickler for rules. It was too late for that considering it was midnight and that she wasn't able to have any coffee.

Sighing under her breath, they reached the fourth floor and entered the agency. Conan's first reaction was that it looked quite packed.

There were desks all positioned next to each other and each desk had quite a stack of documents on top. It was such a big change from the Mouri Detective Agency where there was only a desk with a small seating area. And there weren't enough cases to fill the office with paperwork quite like this one.

Sitting at the desks, there was a white-haired man with an asymmetrical haircut who was typing with his pointer fingers. He seemed to be engrossed in whatever he was reading on his computer. There was twice as much paperwork on his desk than any of the others and Conan bet it came from the person next to him.

The person next to him was a brown-haired man who was wearing a brown trench coat and had bandages covering his forearms and around his neck. This man was spinning in his chair, trying to distract the white-haired man by flailing his arms and speaking very elaborately. Though, upon glancing at the man's face, Conan could swear she had at least seen this man before. But where she couldn't recall.

The last person in the office was a man at the head desk who was snacking on a bunch of sweets. He wore a matching coat and hat and seemed to be deciding which snack to eat next. He seemed unconcerned by the amount of documents on his desk… He was probably the lead detective.

Fukuzawa stopped next to the doorway, no longer leading Conan to his desk. Instead, the man looked at Conan, doing a once over, and looked back towards the group, announcing, "Everyone!"

"Oh, this isn't going to be good… is it," Hiro muttered under his breath

All the people in the office stopped what they were doing and turned towards the president. They all glanced curiously toward Conan but returned their attention to Fukuzawa except for the bandage-wearing man. He had a crease in his brow and was looking at Conan with a slightly puzzled look.

Clearing his throat, Fukuzawa continued, "Meet Conan Edogawa, a detective."