File Sixteen: No Different than a Murderer

Conan had another bad dream that night and he was quite tired of it. This time around he had absolutely no idea what had triggered it on his mind, but it did. Luckily, however, nobody noticed his whimpers over Kogoro's loud snoring.

He unlocked the phone and it opened to an internet random search. Ah, that's why, he realized. The child had fallen asleep while investigating about a certain case that had popped into his mind suddenly.

The fire of Ekoda Hospital.

He didn't know why he had forgotten about that ─ he hadn't remembered it until he recalled seeing his brother talking with Gin last April. Conan figured he hadn't wanted to remember it.

There wasn't much about it that he hadn't heard already when had heard it on the news. The only victim had been the head doctor, Watanabe Satoshi, whose body had been so damaged that they wouldn't have recognized him if it wasn't for his teeth marks.

As brutal as sad as the death seemed to be, the police hadn't managed to find anything that could lead it to be either murder or suicide. So, they had labeled it as a tragic accident.

Or was it...?

What am I even thinking? Conan let himself fall back on his futon, groaning as he massaged his forehead. His head had started to hurt from thinking too much.

He wouldn't... Oniichan wouldn't...

His little hand clenched around his phone.

Conan glanced around, in awe, as he walked behind Kogoro and Ran through the impressively big garden. The famous detective had gotten a case and it was from the chairman of the Nagato Group himself, so evidently the man was proud of himself, and certain that he would solve the case.

"Hey," at some point, Ran dragged her father closer to her so she could whisper on his ear. "What does such an important person want from you?"

"The chairman himself requested the great detective Mouri Kogoro," he puffed out his chest. "He wants me to solve a difficult case."

"Or maybe it's just another case of adultery," Conan pointed out, blatantly ignoring the killer glare he received from the older man. "Which doesn't mean it's not a difficult one, considering Kogoro-ojisan."

"Watch your mouth, you little-!"

Just as he was about to hit him across the head, Conan ducked, causing Kogoro to lose his balance and stumble forward. Both daughter and child stared at the fallen detective, who had gotten struck on one of the many holes around the pond.

The butler panicked and the little boy sweatdropped.

Yeah, this is the famous great detective, Mouri Kogoro...

They got inside right after that embarrassing scene and climbed up the stairs. As he did, Conan's curious eyes couldn't help but wander towards the group of police.

It looks like a serious case, he blinked. Wait... Was Occhan actually right?

It turned out he hadn't, since the bedridden and sick chairman had only requested the detective ─ an old friend of his had recommended Kogoro ─ to find his first love as soon as possible. When he heard that, Conan snickered, but looked away when he noticed Kogoro glaring at him, with a very threatening look on his eyes.

His lips remained curved upward, though.

"Anyway, who's the old friend that recommended me?"

The door opened. "It's me," and a man appeared. Conan recognized him as one of the people he had seen with the police downstairs.

"He's the Osaka Prefecture Police Headquarters Chief," the chairman introduced him. "Hattori Heizo-kun."

While the other two were surprised about his important position, Conan couldn't help but think about something else. Hattori? Wait, does that mean that...?

"Hey, long time no see!"

As he had expected, Hattori Heiji's grinning face popped up from the doorway. He took a step forward, in order to ask him what he was doing here, when a female hand rested on his shoulder.

Ran was looking at Heiji, with an awkward smile on her face.

"Hey..." the teenage boy huffed at her reaction, a bit annoyed.

It took Conan roughly twenty minutes to finally convince the girl that, yes, it was perfectly safe to stand less than a six feet away from him, that, yes, he wasn't going to take anything he said seriously, and and that, yes, he might be a bit insane, but he was a good guy. Probably.

Heiji had tried to ignore the duo as they discussed his mental health. It was a tiny bit embarrassing, if the detective of the West was being honest.

Finally, the girl agreed with the child. That didn't stop her from glancing towards the boy from time to time, especially when the two seemed to talk to each other.

Nagato Mitsuaki, the chairman's son-in-law, had been killed that night.

It had begun with a phone call. Mitsuaki had said that he couldn't find Hideomi, the chairman's eldest son, when he suddenly screamed. He had claimed that he had been stabbed and that he was on the room right below them.

When they looked down from the balcony they saw a bandaged man with a knife on his mouth. Their gazes met with the emotionless eyes of a cold-blooded killer.

Miyuki had stayed behind, crying her eyes out, as the others ran downstairs. The doors had been locked causing the butler to rush to look for the key.

By the time they had entered, the room was completely empty. It hadn't been until a few seconds that Conan found the body, impaled by the fence.

Taking advantage that everyone was paying attention to Nobuko's story about the fire that had ruined Hideomi's face, Conan grabbed into the hem of Heiji's shirt and dragged him out the room.

"Hey, hurry up and tell me," the kid said to him. "Why are we here?"

"Heh, you're sharp," Conan did not bat an eye at that. "The truth is that the chairman said he heard a strange noise last night."

"A strange noise?"

"Yeah, the sound of someone running quietly in the hallway in the middle of the night, and the sounds of objects colliding over and over again."

Conan did not reply, just brought a hand to his chin as he thought, lost on his own little world. Meanwhile, Heiji waited for him to finish whichever chain of thought he was right now, amused at the way his eyes glinted a little bit as he tried to connect the dots.

"Premeditated murder, huh?" the brilliant child finally said, after a while. "That's why you called Occhan, didn't you?"

"Yeah, something like that."

Without another word, the little boy sprinted away to the crime scene, pretending to be a very curious child. But Heiji knew he wasn't as innocent as he was pretending to be. He could see the way his eyes sharpened at the sight of the stab wound on Mitsuaki's hand, or how he througoutfully scanned the area, trying to get any piece of information he could.

Even if he was small, the kid acted exactly like a detective. Guess it runs down in the family.

They didn't find Hideomi until two days later. They discovered it after they Mitsuaki dropped her father's beloved fountain pen and had to dry the pond. His body was there, underwater, hidden from plain sight. There was also a suicide note, where he had claimed being the one behind the murder.

Yet Conan and Heiji knew it wasn't the case. Hideomi had most likely died before the crime had been committed.

The kid sneaked away again and managed to interrogate some people that worked there. He only discovered that Hideomi had eaten a lot more than usual on the past days and that a bed sheet had been missing ever since.

Frowning slightly, he began to think it over.

What does this have to do with anything?

"Hey, kid," Heiji appeared suddenly inside the kitchen, where he had been asking the personal. "You might want so check this out."

They went outside and went all around the house. There, Heiji pointed at Mitsuaki's balcony, and he saw a dent on the bottom, like something had hit that spot. The same mark was also on Nobuko's balcony ─ lots of them, he realized after taking a closer look.

Heiji blinked when the boy took off running, away. "Hey!" he called, and the child stopped, looking at him, confusedly. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check it out."

"... Check what out...?" the Osakan teenager felt a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. "You don't mean...?"

Rolling his eyes at him the little boy continued his way, and Heiji had no other option but to reluctantly follow him. As soon as they reached Nobuko's room, the detective began to regret his decision.

"This isn't really a good idea," Heiji voiced, but Conan had already slipped inside, looking under the bed. "This isn't any different from a burglar."

"It's fine, it's fine," he shrugged off, checking the drawers. "A child can't really be charged for burglary."

"And what about me?" the Detective of the West pressed further, closing the door behind his back.

Conan paused to give him a plain look. "Why are you asking me?" then he continued. "You're the adult here... or, rather, the closest to adulthood between the two of us. Make your own decisions."

"Listen, kid-!"

"You might want to lower your voice a bit. The walls aren't exactly soundproof, Hattori-san. While I can't be charged for breaking in, you certainly can."

Heiji's eyebrow started twitching, involuntarily, and as soon as he was considering if getting persecuted for child murder ─ as well as invasion of private property ─ was really that bad, the phone beside him started ringing, loudly. He froze on place, his mind panicking.

Yet the kid calmly picked up the phone, and placed his bowtie in front of his mouth. "Yes," Heiji wondered if he was actually going insane when he heard the voice of a older woman coming from the kid's lips. "This is Nobuko."

To say that the great detective of the West was stunned was more than an understatement. He knew for a fact that this kid, Kudo Conan ─ or Edogawa Conan, as he went by ─ was unlike any other seven year-old he had previously met. While other children would struggle with multiplication tables, this one aced deductive reasoning. He was bright and very intelligent, smarter than most adults, even.

His shock died down not long thereafter and an amused smirk appeared on his face.

Conan finished the call, with the other being no wiser that he was actually talking to a child. It turned out Nobuko had been calling this person two days ago, at the time of the crime.

"So it was not her..." the kid concluded. "It must have been Hideomi-san, but.."

"Okay, let's go and search Hideomi-han's room."

Heiji was out the room in an instant, followed by the child. The little one eyed him for a bit, until he chuckled. "Who's the burglar now?"

"I need to step up on my game," he told the child, his hand resting on the knob. "I can't let a kid like you beat me."

"Idiot, somebody got murdered. This is not a competition."

"Yeah, yeah."

The kid just gave him a long look, before walking towards a random pile of books, and began looking for clues. Heiji shrugged and did the same, even if he couldn't get around the fact that a mere child had just scolded him for being highly insensitive.

A recorded message on Hideomi's phone was all they needed to figure out who was the killer. Checking on Mitsuaki's room, the pair found a dirty sheet, a swimming cap and a syringe smeared with blood, and smiled to each other. Things were looking up.

Hattori was startled when a small hand took Miyuki's fountain pen ─ which he had held on before and was supposed to give back to its owner ─ and raised it in front of his eyes, looking at it closely. Placing it back on top of the table, he grabbed into another pen that randomly laid around.

"Hattori-san," he stretched his hand at him. "Hold into my watch. Tightly."

"Eh? What do you-?"

"Just do it already."

Hesitantly, the boy wrapped his fingers around the strap and the child pulled. He honestly had no idea what the kid was trying to prove, until he felt a sharp pain on his hand, that prompted him to let go instantly. "Oww!" he cried in pain. "What do you think you are doing, you little-?!"

"Evidence," the child replied without blinking, putting the pen away, and pointed at the very red spot on Heiji's hand. "There was a weird and very stabbing wound on Mitsuaki's hand. With my strength, I could barely scratch you, but an adult..."

Heiji's eyes opened in realization, looking back at Miyuki's pen, thus realizing that the tip was strangely bent. "Oh, I see," then, he glared at the child. "But you could've just told me that without having to do that demonstration."

He shrugged. "I was channeling some stress."

What am I? Heiji's eyebrow twitched. A punching bag?

"Hattori-kun!" came Ran's voice as she opened the door, Miyuki trailing behind. "So this is where you were. Why don't you give Miyuki-san's fountain pen back to her?"

Hattori rubbed the back of his head, apologizing quickly as he handed it back to her. Meanwhile, Ran took Conan's little hand. "Come, we're going home now, Conan-kun," she told him. "That's enough playing detective for a day. It's late."

"Huh? What time is it now?" Hattori asked.

Both detectives noticed the way Miyuki glanced at her wrist for less than a second, then turned to the wall clock. "It's ten to seven."

"Good, the stores are open!" he grasped the list he had been writing a few minutes before, using Miyuki's pen, and handed it to Ran. "Ran-neechan, sorry to bother you, but can you go buy this for me?"

"Uh... Okay..."

"Please call everyone up to the room right above Nobuko-han's an hour for now," in a swift moment, he plucked Conan from the ground and ran off, with the child under his arm. "And I am borrowing this kid!"

Ran wanted to stop him, but she just watched as the detective scurried away, carrying Conan with him. "Honestly, what's wrong with that guy?" she sighed.

"Okay, so are you absolutely sure you can do that part?" Conan asked him, after discussing what they were going to do. "It's a bit risky."

"It's not like you can do it, can you?" the child tsked at that sentence, earning a laugh from the Detective of the West, while he turned around to the door. "Sorry, sorry. I'll be okay. My climbing skills aren't actually that bad."

As Heiji moved, Conan's eyes noticed something that was resting on the table, that had been hidden by the Osakan teen's body just a few seconds ago. Instantly after that, he climbed up the table and opened the thermos that had just caught his eye.

Realization dawned on him, prompting his eyes to widen slightly and his lips to press together.

"You idiot!" a six year-old burst inside on the hospital room, panting like he had been running. He probably had. "What were you thinking?"

The high school detective watched his brother with a weak smile, as he laid on bed. There was a bandage wrapped all around his neck, where the killer had accidentally slashed through.

It was a miracle the cut hadn't been too deep, the doctors had said. It would itch for a long time, and talking would be a pain for a few months, but he would be okay.

But why...?

"Wait, Hattori-san," the child called, successfully stopping the older boy from leaving. "Help me with something before you leave."

He would've done it alone, but the thermos was too heavy for a little boy to hold, let alone change its contents.

"Gasoline," Conan said to the detective before he could ask. Heiji understood what he meant right away.

"I'm here, Hattori-kun. What did you need to talk to me about?" said Inspector Megure as he entered the room, followed by everyone else. He just found Conan inside, however, sitting on a chair with his back facing the balcony. "Conan-kun? Where's Hattori-kun?"

The little boy shrugged, innocently. "Hattori-san just told me to wait for you on this room," he told them. "I guess he forgot something."

Kogoro scoffed. "As expected from that detective brat," he shook his head. "Gathering us all here for nothing."

Just as he was saying that, the phone beside him started to ring, startling everyone sans Conan, who smirked at the sight of Megure picking up the phone. "Hello," he said, with uncertainty.

"It's me," the kansai-accented voice said on the other side.

"Oh," Megure sighed, in relief. "It's just you, Hattori-kun."

Said relief was cut short when Heiji screamed, alerting the inspector. "H-Hey!" Megure worried. "What's wrong?!"

"Someone shut the lights and has a knife!"

"Where are you now?"

"In the room right below you. Take a look!"

Megure obeyed and got closer to the balcony. His eyes widened dramatically when he saw a bandaged man standing down below who then turned to glare up at him. There was a knife between his teeth.

Noticing the inspector's shock, Kogoro did the same and gasped.

"W-What's going on?!" he stuttered.

"I don't know," the other man replied calmly walked to the door. Kogoro followed. "Whatever the case, I'm going downstairs to save him."

"I think you should stay," the young voice caused everyone to stop. "Because Hattori-san said that it you did that you might miss it..."

There was a metal clang. Everyone froze in place, blood suddenly running cold when a bandaged face appeared from behind the child.

"The best part," Conan completed, with a smirk on his face.

The man climbed up the rope and swiftly stood up on the balcony. When she saw him approaching Conan from behind, Ran panicked.

"Conan-kun, behind you!"

"Don't worry," a familiar voice filled their ears, as the bandaged man placed a hand over the child's shoulder. He, on turn, didn't react to it. "It's me."

With that, Heiji pulled his bandages off, revealing his true identity. Like so, the detective began his deduction show.

Just like Conan expected to, Miyuki was exposed as the criminal behind Mitsuaki's death. He listened as Heiji explained that the two of them ─ victim and criminal ─ had made a plan to kill the chairman, but the woman had betrayed him at the last second and killed him, before trying to frame Hideomi ─ who had commited suicide a few days before the crime ─ for it.

"That can't be!" Ran cried suddenly. "Hideomi-san saved her life! She couldn't possible frame it!"

Conan looked at the girl, noticing the tears collecting on her eyes, and couldn't help but drop his gaze to the ground, upset. Of course Ran, the pure-hearted girl she was, would believe in Miyuki until the very end.

But, the child lamented on his head. Not everyone is like you, Ran-neechan.

Envy, hatred, sorrow, greed... They all live in on the deepest and darkest part of our hearts, just because we are human.

Yet some people let those bad feelings shape them, take control of their actions. To commit such disgusting acts, like murder.

Yes... Everyone can become a murderer in the blink of an eye.

But...

Deep in his own thoughts as the child was, he completely missed Heiji proving she was the culprit.

"But...!" Ran tried to argue. "Why would Miyuki-san...?

"The fire was probably the motive," Hattori explained. "Twenty years ago, the ones that caused the fire were none other than Mitsuaki-han and Hideomi-han."

Shock was written all over their faces, but the detective still continued.

"Hideomi-han refused to get surgery on his face because he was atoning for that crime and assuming there was more to that note, and he was admitting to the crime, then everything would fall into place."

"I see," Megure nodded, solemnly. "Then it was revenge for her parents who perished in the fire."

Conan noticed that Miyuki had started to shake, slightly, her hand sliding inside the pocket of her blazer, causing the little boy to frown.

He knew well enough what she had in there.

"He tried to stab himself," Shinichi replied, his voice hoarse from his wound, as he looked at the ceiling. "I tried to stop him, but I got hurt in the process."

"Still!" the child argued. "You can't just put your life in danger because of a cold-blooded murderer!"

His brother's smile dropped and his vibrant blue eyes flickered to the child. He wasn't mad, yet he was serious, more serious than the child had ever seen him in months. Ever since he had moved to Japan with him.

Shinichi opened his mouth to speak.

"But there's one thing I don't understand," Hattori confessed. "Why did she go through the trouble of making Nobuko-han angry in order for us to find Hideomi-han? That was on purpose, right? If she'd left him there, the police would have found him eventually."

Her lip trembled, eyes watering as she fought to find her words through the knot on her throat. Eventually, with a sob, she choked:

"I didn't want to leave him any longer in that cold water..."

With that, the woman rushed to the corner of the room, swiftly taking the thermos with her and crouching down. Everyone in the room paled when she pulled out a lighter from her pocket.

"Please don't come any closer!" she cried. "There's gasoline in this pot!"

"Hey! Don't be foolish!" Megure panicked.

"I'm serious!"

"It's as the detective says. Everything about the fire was in the note," the woman, while teary eyed, confessed. "I couldn't forgive them. Mitsuaki-san who lived carefree despite what he did... and Hideomi-san who kept silent about it for so long."

She broke on the middle of her sentence, and soon tears started to flow freely from her eyes and down her cheeks.

"But... I... loved him hopelessly! He put his life on the line to save me! He always encouraged me after I lost my family, and... he even accepted my proposal."

Conan gave the crying woman a long, contemplative look, before slowly standing up from his chair.

"But Hideomi-san is gone. I'm alone again. I have to go and join him."

"I'm truly sorry, but I don't think you can, Miyuki-san."

Everyone, including Miyuki gasped. Horror filled Ran's features as soon as she noticed the child standing there, with a solemn look on his face, right in front of the woman. Too close for her comfort. If she set herself on fire, Conan could get hurt in the process... or worse.

"Conan-kun!" Ran cried, trying to get closer to the child, but unable to because of the tight grip her father had on her. "Get away from there, Conan-kun!"

"Don't go any closer, Ran," Kogoro ordered her, in vain, then turned to the small boy. "Conan, what do you think you are doing?!"

"It's okay," Hattori reassured them. "There's only water inside."

They all looked at the detective, stunned, and the woman just opened the cap to realize that, indeed, there was no gasoline inside. "Why...?" the pot was smacked away by the wailing woman. "Why?! Why?! Their fire lit so easily, why doesn't mine?!"

As the culprit sobbed and cried, inconsolably, Conan could only remain quietly still on place, hands balled into tiny fists. It was heartbreaking to see that scene in front of him, looking at that poor woman that had nothing left to go by but sadness and despair.

He released a long sigh.

"Because he loved you," he said to her.

Miyuki paused, raising her eyes to meet the boys'. It was then that he offered a sad, but kind smile.

"Hideomi-san loved you hopelessly as well. He would hate it if he saw you ending the life he had saved all those years ago."

The woman stared at him for a few seconds, eyes widening before they filled with tears and overflowed again. With a sob and a rough rub of her eyes, she nodded at him with a sad smile.

Conan passed by Hattori when he walked away from her and their eyes met. Just by looking at him, the child could tell. There was some hesitation on his face, and sadness too, so that the kid could safely deduce that Heiji felt a bit guilty.

Wondering if they had just sentenced that woman to a world of pain and grief.

So, he told him:

"A detective who corners a culprit with their reasoning and drives them to suicide in front of himself is no different than a murderer."

Heiji was so stunned he couldn't reply at such wise words coming from such a small mouth. Without saying anything, the two boys stared at each other for a moment, until the child's gaze broke away from his. He glanced at the door, that had just opened.

Behind it, the chairman appeared and confessed to her that Miyuki's beloved fountain pen hadn't belonged to her father, but to her mother. It had been a going-away gift the old man had given to her mother in elementary school.

"I won't ask you to forgive Hideomi's crime, but you're still young. You still have your whole life ahead of you. Live your life, even for Hideomi. I'm sure your mother would feel that way, too."

When the chairman smiled at her and they hugged, Conan knew. Miyuki was going to be okay.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

Conan looked up at Heiji, blinking confused eyes at him as they waited at the station for the train to come. Ran was talking with her father, probably scolding him about something, so they had been left alone for a little bit.

"I got all the credit, even if you did your part as well," Hattori clarified, then saw the kid shrugging. "It must be annoying."

"Not that much, really. I don't care if my work is recognized as long as the truth comes to light," the child told him. "Besides, it's not like they are going to take a child like me seriously."

Hattori laughed for some reason, hand pressing against his face, while Conan just stared at him like he was nuts.

"Who would've believed that the mastermind behind the great detective Mouri Kogoro is still in elementary school?"

"It's not my fault if he seems to pin every single murder as a suicide," Conan sighed and Heiji snorted, picturing that. "Anyway, don't pretend you didn't realize it until now because I know you didn't call us so Occhan could help you out."

"I had the feeling it was you since the other time, but I wanted to confirm it."

The kid didn't seem affected at all by the fact that he had been tested by the detective. It was like he didn't really care, and that alone greatly surprised the teen.

"You're definitely something else, kid," Hattori sighed. "When I was your age, I would throw a tantrum if people didn't pay attention to what I deduced. Even if I was wrong half of the time."

"That hasn't changed, has it? You still are quite the attention seeker," he teased with a smirk, causing Heiji to glare at him. "... Just like somebody I know."

There was something that flickered behind the child's eyes as he said that sentence that caused the Detective of the West to recede and worry. Conan's smirk was more forced than before and his gaze was fixed at some random spot on the distance, frowning slightly at himself.

"Say, kid, there has been something bothering you all day, hasn't it?"

"Huh? Why would you say-?" he stopped when Heiji, with a raised eyebrow, waved his hand in front of his face, clearly referring to the angry, yet little, red spot on top on his hand. "Oh."

"Oh," Heiji confirmed with a nod.

Conan said nothing at first, clearly pondering over how to put his words together. Taking this as a sign that the child was not going to talk, Heiji sighed, defeated, and pressed his back against his seat.

His voice came through, though. Quietly and almost timidly.

"What would you do, Hattori-san... What would you do if you believe that somebody you thought you knew like the back of your hand and that... that you love a lot is a murderer?"

Hattori froze at that question, not quite liking where this was going. Glancing towards the kid, he noticed he wasn't even facing him, but he seemed to have a staring contest with the ground, hands clenched on top of his lap, probably trying to hide how much they were trembling.

A hand awkwardly patted his hair, causing the kid to flinch.

"First, try not to jump into conclusions," Hattori told him, seriously. "If you think that something is amiss in your theory, you should investigate deeper."

"A detective who corners a culprit with their reasoning and drives them to suicide in front of himself is no different than a murderer."

Conan frowned at his brother's words. It really doesn't match, does it?

"I'll help you if you want. For free, even," the child looked back at him, surprised. "Is it there something you want me to investigate for you?"

The kid hesitated, then sighed. "Watanabe Satoshi," he told him with a nod. "I feel like there's something unnatural with his death."

Heiji's index finger and thumb went to his chin, stroking it lightly as he thought. "Say, isn't that guy the one that-"

"Hattori-kun?" Ran's sudden voice startled both boys. She didn't seem to notice as she seemed to keep blinking at him. "What happened to your hand?"

It didn't take them more than a second to realize she was talking about the small wound on his hand. Ran-neechan is quite observant, Conan thought, in awe.

"Don't tell me..." her eyes widened. "You stabbed yourself with a pen to prove the criminal was Miyuki-san..."

Nobody said anything, as they stared back at Ran for a moment. Then, Hattori's index finger pointed at Conan, who just pretended to blink back at him, cluelessly.

"He did it, that little imp!" he accused.

"But, Hattori-san..." when Conan smiled at him sweetly Hattori decided he wanted to puke. "I didn't even know about the trick until you made your deduction!"

Hattori just glared at him. That little bastard...

Just by the look Ran had on her face, eyebrows raised and half opened eyelids, the detective knew whose story she had chosen to believe. Silently, she took Conan's hand and began to steer him away.

"Listen, Conan-kun. Stabbing yourself to prove something isn't normal," he could hear them talk as they walked away. "Make sure you don't pick any of Hattori-kun's weird habits, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded at her.

"Don't just agree that casually!" Hattori yell could be heard all over the platform.

A/N:

Lieutenant Myst: Really? I really need to read Agatha Christie now lol.

Yose Hyuann: Don't worry, you haven't caused any trouble! In fact, I enjoy answering these kind of questions:)

Dy: Ai will appear soon, I promise. Thank you for all those suggestions! I will take some of them in consideration for future chapters.