Chapter 11: Yukiko Is Arrested

“Where does Dr. Agasa live?”
“22-2, Mihama Town, Second District.”

Perhaps out of guilt toward the victim, the robber remained silent in the car.
Conan didn’t dare utter a word on the ride to Dr. Agasa’s house.
Shoichi also kept quiet, maintaining a cold and distant demeanor.

“Get out.”

The lights at Dr. Agasa’s house were on, but when Conan rang the doorbell, no one answered inside.
Conan frowned.
At this hour, having just narrowly escaped the clutches of the organization, an empty house was a terrifying sign.

Without hesitation, Conan began climbing over the fence.
Shoichi watched calmly as Conan used his short legs to scale the wall.

“Trespassing laws vary in punishment depending on the severity of the offense. Usually, it might result in fines or imprisonment,” Shoichi glanced at his watch and said, “It’s nighttime now; breaking in at night could mean a longer sentence.”

Conan reluctantly climbed down.
“I have a legitimate reason,” he said weakly.

Shoichi gave Conan a look.
“You’re just like me, always finding loopholes in the law. No wonder you’ve never been caught after over a thousand episodes.”

Since Conan had a legitimate reason, Shoichi, to Conan’s surprise, skillfully picked the lock to Dr. Agasa’s house.

“Let’s go.”
“Alright,” Conan nodded and led the way inside.

“Why are you so skilled at lock-picking?” Conan asked curiously.
“I often forget my keys, so I got good at picking locks,” Shoichi answered seriously.

Conan eyed him skeptically.
Is that really normal?

Shoichi looked at him and asked, “Then why are you so good at climbing walls?”
“Haha!” Conan scratched his head, “I also often forget my keys, so I’ve gotten used to climbing walls.”

The two shared a look of mutual understanding before averting their eyes.
Both their excuses seemed perfectly reasonable.

Inside the room, they moved cautiously with cat-like stealth—clearly, not novices at this thievery game.
In the living room, they found a chubby man tied to a chair.
Next to him was a handsome middle-aged man, also bound.

As Conan stepped inside, the middle-aged man looked up and shouted, “Shin...Conan! Run!”

Yukiko Kudo, disguised as Fumiyo Edogawa, emerged holding a bomb detonator and froze when she spotted an outsider.

Shoichi Sumitomo?
Yusaku had said he would explain to him in a couple of days. Why was he here now?
Should they continue?

Yukiko glanced at Yusaku, who looked equally confused.
An unexpected situation had arisen again.
If the act continued, Shinichi’s identity would be exposed.
But this play wasn’t something they could just stop at will.

At the moment Yukiko was stunned by Shoichi’s presence, Conan kicked a soccer ball that struck Yukiko’s chest.

“Ah!”
Pain shot through Yukiko’s chest.

Conan was relentless once he gained the upper hand. The wicked member of the terror organization was quickly tied up with a pink rope Shoichi handed him.
After tying her, Shoichi even neatly tied a bow with the rope.

“To press the advantage and pursue a vanquished enemy rather than seek empty glory,” Shoichi approved Conan’s relentless attack.

Conan scratched his head.
Though their meeting had been somewhat accidental, the two felt surprisingly in sync.

“Wait!”
Bound, Yukiko tried to say something, but Shoichi handed a handkerchief to Conan, who naturally used it to silence her.

“Wriggle, wriggle~”
Yukiko writhed on the floor like a worm.

Yusaku Kudo and Dr. Agasa exchanged glances.
This wasn’t how their script went.
Originally, Yusaku and Dr. Agasa were supposed to heroically sacrifice themselves in front of Conan, while Yukiko, disguised as Fumiyo Edogawa, would harshly mock Shinichi.
The intent was to remind Shinichi to stay vigilant against danger and help him refine his strategy for dealing with the organization.

But now, with so many twists and turns, the story hadn’t even ended with Shinichi’s arrest, and Yukiko had actually been captured by Shinichi.

Even after Yusaku was untied by Conan, he couldn’t come up with an excuse.

“Hand this criminal over to the police. Such criminals must face severe punishment,” Shoichi said.

“No!” the Kudō family said in unison.

Conan hesitated after speaking.
Previously, they hadn’t informed the police due to insufficient evidence and fear that the organization would discover Shinichi’s identity and retaliate against those around him.
But those concerns seemed to have vanished now.

“Taking her to the police might be okay,” Conan scratched his head.

Yusaku looked into his wife’s eyes.
He saw the rage in Yukiko’s gaze was unmistakable.
For a mother whose son had been defeated and captured, it was too heavy a blow. She desperately wanted her son to feel the weight of a mother’s love.

But what about Shoichi?
With an outsider present, they couldn’t just reveal Shinichi’s identity outright.

Shoichi looked at Yusaku. “Do you have any objections?”
“No,” Yusaku shook his head.

For their son’s sake, Yukiko had to endure this.
After all, it was just a trip to the police station. Given Shoichi’s friendship with Inspector Megure, a brief explanation would easily allow Yukiko to be released soon.

“Wriggle, wriggle!”
Yukiko protested fiercely, clearly unhappy with her husband’s decision.

Shoichi nodded and said to Yusaku, “Don’t worry. Thanks to my relationship with my father, I’ll make sure the police and prison treat this kidnapper well.”

Yusaku remained silent; there was no need to go that far.

“Wriggle, wriggle~”
Yukiko continued struggling.

“Actually, didn’t I tell you we were just playing a game, Conan?” Yusaku said.
“Oh? What kind of game?” Shoichi raised an eyebrow.

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At the Shoichi family villa, Ai was practicing cutting fruit with a paring knife.
She intended to use that knife to avenge her sister—to take down the murderer who killed her sister!

Chop—
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