Chapter Five: There's Actually A Murder In This Detective Conan Fic!
CHAPTER FIVE: There's Actually A Murder In This Detective Conan Fic!
Conan sighed as he held a copy of the latest Isaac and Miria heist note in his hands. Unlike the others, it simply held a time.
The official police explanation for the note before this said that Kaitou Kid had somehow sabotaged the other thieves but, considering Kaitou Kid's failure to steal the Lily of the Valley, they would try again. But Conan had it from the thief's own mouth - Kaitou Kid didn't know who Isaac and Miria were or where they came from, and the shrunken detective believed him, at least on this count. No, the police were all wrong - something was going to happen to happen at Tokyo Tower.
He couldn't figure out when, however. In the first note, they had stated the date of their heist clearly. This time, they had not even posted the time with the original note.
Would they send another note, then, or were they going to keep the police guessing? Maybe they had already dropped their hint.
Well, he wasn't going to take any chances. The thieves had apparently failed in some way, even while he was distracted with Kaitou Kid, but that was no guarantee. He had already started scoping out Tokyo Tower when he could.
He folded up the note and put it in his pocket, ready to head down to the Beika Train Station. Then, quietly as he could, he slipped into the hallway and downstairs.
"Conan-kun, is that you?"
Damn!
"Yes, Ran-neechan!" He opened the door of the detective office.
"Let's go out for dinner tonight!"
Dinner? But he had to scope out Tokyo Tower! Conan thought furiously. "Dinner? Don't you have to study, Ran-neechan?"
Ran grinned widely at him. "I did well on my last test, so let's celebrate! I already called Sonoko!"
Conan sighed.
--
There was a knock at the door of Isaac and Miria's hotel room.
After a few moments running around the room, wondering if it was the police, Isaac peered through the peephole to see several of the hotel staff standing in the hallway.
"It's alright, Miria! It's not the police!"
"Oh, Isaac, I was so scared!"
They opened the door.
The hotel staff held out the package that had come for them. "A package came for you," one of the desk clerks said, in English. The staff presented Isaac and Miria with the large package.
"It must be from Ennis! Do you think it's our wrench, Issac?"
"It must be, Miria! Now we can liberate the Eiffel Tower!"
"Yay!"
They hugged each other and did an impromptu spin. The hotel staff watched on, confused, but politely saying nothing.
--
Conan grabbed one of the gyoza from his plate and chewed the hot dumpling slowly, listening to Ran and Sonoko talking, bored. He should be out at Tokyo Tower now, staking out Isaac and Miria.
Then, suddenly, a scream from the restrooms.
Ran and Sonoko looked at each other in shock. Conan didn't even bother to look - he was up and running.
As such, he was the first to the restrooms, where a young woman was staring in horror at the body on the floor. Conan scanned the restroom, to see if there was any way a culprit could escape. "Nobody leave the restaurant!" he yelled.
Ran was already calling the police on her cellphone.
--
That same night at Tokyo Tower, Isaac and Miria began to work on the bolts holding the tower to its concrete base.
"Miria. Do you think... this is too big to steal?"
"Then how do we bring Paris their tower back?"
Isaac thought for a moment, and then his eyes fell on a souvenir stand.
"Maybe..."
--
Conan sighted through his wristwatch, and the dart hit Sonoko's neck. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and then she slumped down into one of the restaurant chairs.
Perfect, Conan thought as he dove underneath the tablecloth behind her and adjusted his bow-tie.
"I believe it's about time to wrap this case up," he said, using Sonoko's voice.
Ran turned to her friend, as did all of the held patrons and policemen. "Did you solve it, Sonoko?"
Megure sighed. "Once again," he said.
"I did," she said. "And the culprit is... the cook, Mr. Yamada!"
The accused chef's eyes widened. "Y-you can't be serious!" he said. "I didn't go anywhere near that bathroom."
"That's a lie," Conan said sharply. "You are one of few people who has the key that leads to the hallway where the restrooms are. And you took a cigarette break fifteen minutes before the victim was found."
"So I smoke! Is that a crime now?"
"No," Conan answered with Sonoko's voice. "But tell me. Why did you wear your plastic gloves outside?"
"I... I forgot to take them off!"
"And why weren't you wearing them when you came back?"
"I remembered and took them off, alright?"
"No, you didn't. You went outside, came back through the other door, shot the victim, then left and threw away your gloves and gun in the trash can of the vending machine next door to be taken away in the morning. I'm sure, if we looked through that trash, we'd find gloves of your size with gunpowder residue on them!"
Megure ordered his men to go search for the gloves, and minutes later they came back.
Conan smirked. He had the culprit now. "I'm willing to bet your DNA is on those gloves. What do you say, Mr. Yamada?"
"Alright! I did it, I admit! But she... she left me for some rich bastard! She never loved me at all!"
"That's no excuse for murder," Conan replied scathingly.
As Sonoko woke up, the police led a handcuffed Yamada away, and Ran congratulated her friend. "Your deductions were wonderful, Sonoko!"
"M-my deductions?" Sonoko asked. "Oh, yeah! My deductions! They were impressive, weren't they?"
Conan rolled his eyes. Oioi, he thought.
--
The clerks in Tokyo Tower's gift shop stood stock still as two people dressed in magician capes, suits, top hats and masks rushed into the store. The man - dressed in sky blue - carried a meter-long monkey wrench, which he waved threateningly at the clerks. The woman pointed an accusing finger at them and shouted in English, "This is a robbery! Don't move!"
Not all of the clerks were sure what the woman was saying, but they got the general gist. While the man waved the gigantic wrench in their faces menacingly, the woman bagged up every single piece of Tokyo Tower merchandise she could find.
Ten minutes later, and they ran outside the doors. One of the clerks called the police.
「Did they only take the tower merchandise? None of the other things?」
「It seems so.」
--
The next morning the newspapers displayed the headline "TOKYO TOWER ROBBED!" Conan immediately rushed into a convenience store and grabbed a newspaper from the stack of them.
It had to be Isaac and Miria!
He quickly scanned the article, that detailed the entrance of two thieves dressed in colorful costumes who took only tower-related merchandise from every single gift shop in the tower while waving around a large wrench.
Conan raised his eyebrows.
He wasn't wrong - it had to be Isaac and Miria. But why? What did they want with Tokyo Tower merchandise?
It made no sense.
The thought occurred to him that he had been giving them way too much credit.
--
NEXT TIME: A Terrible Accident! - The Black Organization Gets Involved
"Oh Isaac! It's terrible! An accident!"
"Yes, it is, Miria. I wonder who could be hurt."
"Who could it be?"
"And who is this Black Organization? They sound like a very suspicious bunch..."
"A suspicious bunch!"
Conan sighed as he held a copy of the latest Isaac and Miria heist note in his hands. Unlike the others, it simply held a time.
The official police explanation for the note before this said that Kaitou Kid had somehow sabotaged the other thieves but, considering Kaitou Kid's failure to steal the Lily of the Valley, they would try again. But Conan had it from the thief's own mouth - Kaitou Kid didn't know who Isaac and Miria were or where they came from, and the shrunken detective believed him, at least on this count. No, the police were all wrong - something was going to happen to happen at Tokyo Tower.
He couldn't figure out when, however. In the first note, they had stated the date of their heist clearly. This time, they had not even posted the time with the original note.
Would they send another note, then, or were they going to keep the police guessing? Maybe they had already dropped their hint.
Well, he wasn't going to take any chances. The thieves had apparently failed in some way, even while he was distracted with Kaitou Kid, but that was no guarantee. He had already started scoping out Tokyo Tower when he could.
He folded up the note and put it in his pocket, ready to head down to the Beika Train Station. Then, quietly as he could, he slipped into the hallway and downstairs.
"Conan-kun, is that you?"
Damn!
"Yes, Ran-neechan!" He opened the door of the detective office.
"Let's go out for dinner tonight!"
Dinner? But he had to scope out Tokyo Tower! Conan thought furiously. "Dinner? Don't you have to study, Ran-neechan?"
Ran grinned widely at him. "I did well on my last test, so let's celebrate! I already called Sonoko!"
Conan sighed.
--
There was a knock at the door of Isaac and Miria's hotel room.
After a few moments running around the room, wondering if it was the police, Isaac peered through the peephole to see several of the hotel staff standing in the hallway.
"It's alright, Miria! It's not the police!"
"Oh, Isaac, I was so scared!"
They opened the door.
The hotel staff held out the package that had come for them. "A package came for you," one of the desk clerks said, in English. The staff presented Isaac and Miria with the large package.
"It must be from Ennis! Do you think it's our wrench, Issac?"
"It must be, Miria! Now we can liberate the Eiffel Tower!"
"Yay!"
They hugged each other and did an impromptu spin. The hotel staff watched on, confused, but politely saying nothing.
--
Conan grabbed one of the gyoza from his plate and chewed the hot dumpling slowly, listening to Ran and Sonoko talking, bored. He should be out at Tokyo Tower now, staking out Isaac and Miria.
Then, suddenly, a scream from the restrooms.
Ran and Sonoko looked at each other in shock. Conan didn't even bother to look - he was up and running.
As such, he was the first to the restrooms, where a young woman was staring in horror at the body on the floor. Conan scanned the restroom, to see if there was any way a culprit could escape. "Nobody leave the restaurant!" he yelled.
Ran was already calling the police on her cellphone.
--
That same night at Tokyo Tower, Isaac and Miria began to work on the bolts holding the tower to its concrete base.
"Miria. Do you think... this is too big to steal?"
"Then how do we bring Paris their tower back?"
Isaac thought for a moment, and then his eyes fell on a souvenir stand.
"Maybe..."
--
Conan sighted through his wristwatch, and the dart hit Sonoko's neck. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and then she slumped down into one of the restaurant chairs.
Perfect, Conan thought as he dove underneath the tablecloth behind her and adjusted his bow-tie.
"I believe it's about time to wrap this case up," he said, using Sonoko's voice.
Ran turned to her friend, as did all of the held patrons and policemen. "Did you solve it, Sonoko?"
Megure sighed. "Once again," he said.
"I did," she said. "And the culprit is... the cook, Mr. Yamada!"
The accused chef's eyes widened. "Y-you can't be serious!" he said. "I didn't go anywhere near that bathroom."
"That's a lie," Conan said sharply. "You are one of few people who has the key that leads to the hallway where the restrooms are. And you took a cigarette break fifteen minutes before the victim was found."
"So I smoke! Is that a crime now?"
"No," Conan answered with Sonoko's voice. "But tell me. Why did you wear your plastic gloves outside?"
"I... I forgot to take them off!"
"And why weren't you wearing them when you came back?"
"I remembered and took them off, alright?"
"No, you didn't. You went outside, came back through the other door, shot the victim, then left and threw away your gloves and gun in the trash can of the vending machine next door to be taken away in the morning. I'm sure, if we looked through that trash, we'd find gloves of your size with gunpowder residue on them!"
Megure ordered his men to go search for the gloves, and minutes later they came back.
Conan smirked. He had the culprit now. "I'm willing to bet your DNA is on those gloves. What do you say, Mr. Yamada?"
"Alright! I did it, I admit! But she... she left me for some rich bastard! She never loved me at all!"
"That's no excuse for murder," Conan replied scathingly.
As Sonoko woke up, the police led a handcuffed Yamada away, and Ran congratulated her friend. "Your deductions were wonderful, Sonoko!"
"M-my deductions?" Sonoko asked. "Oh, yeah! My deductions! They were impressive, weren't they?"
Conan rolled his eyes. Oioi, he thought.
--
The clerks in Tokyo Tower's gift shop stood stock still as two people dressed in magician capes, suits, top hats and masks rushed into the store. The man - dressed in sky blue - carried a meter-long monkey wrench, which he waved threateningly at the clerks. The woman pointed an accusing finger at them and shouted in English, "This is a robbery! Don't move!"
Not all of the clerks were sure what the woman was saying, but they got the general gist. While the man waved the gigantic wrench in their faces menacingly, the woman bagged up every single piece of Tokyo Tower merchandise she could find.
Ten minutes later, and they ran outside the doors. One of the clerks called the police.
「Did they only take the tower merchandise? None of the other things?」
「It seems so.」
--
The next morning the newspapers displayed the headline "TOKYO TOWER ROBBED!" Conan immediately rushed into a convenience store and grabbed a newspaper from the stack of them.
It had to be Isaac and Miria!
He quickly scanned the article, that detailed the entrance of two thieves dressed in colorful costumes who took only tower-related merchandise from every single gift shop in the tower while waving around a large wrench.
Conan raised his eyebrows.
He wasn't wrong - it had to be Isaac and Miria. But why? What did they want with Tokyo Tower merchandise?
It made no sense.
The thought occurred to him that he had been giving them way too much credit.
--
NEXT TIME: A Terrible Accident! - The Black Organization Gets Involved
"Oh Isaac! It's terrible! An accident!"
"Yes, it is, Miria. I wonder who could be hurt."
"Who could it be?"
"And who is this Black Organization? They sound like a very suspicious bunch..."
"A suspicious bunch!"