Ladrão Fantasma do Coração! Mas Conan

“Thank you for riding the Tokyo Metro. This train is bound for Shibuya Station. This train is down for, Shibuya...”

A gentle, even-toned female voice roused Karasawa from his slumber.

Barely opening his eyes, still groggy, Karasawa instinctively tensed his back muscles, snapping to full alertness in an instant.

This wasn’t his bedroom. Just a moment ago, he’d been nestled in his own warm bed.

Realizing this, he immediately eased his breathing, deliberately lifting his head at a natural pace and scanning his surroundings.

The train was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with commuters. Advertisements and slogans lined the carriage. The car’s gentle sway and the rhythmic clatter of wheels on the tracks filled the air. Bright daylight streamed through the broad windows, casting patterns across his body.

A train—he was on a running Japanese commuter train. And he...

Karasawa lowered his head, surreptitiously examining himself.

A crisp, pale-blue jacket, white shirt, and a deep green tie—he looked like he was wearing a school uniform. At the moment, his arms were wrapped around a black commuter bag.

He unzipped the bag for a quick inspection: an umbrella, a glasses case, a planner, tissues, a pencil case, a wallet—all typical student paraphernalia.

In the inner pocket, there was a black folder. Karasawa glanced at the passengers on either side, all silently absorbed in their phones, and decided not to take the folder out. Instead, he used his fingertips to thumb through the papers inside.

Squinting, he managed to make