Detective Conan (名探偵コナン)

And?

Why did you have us check if anyone was following us and come here?

Surely you didn't just want to show us your improved talent for disguises.

No.

This morning I received a message from Kir, Mizunashi Rena.

What?

Then they don't know you're alive.

Probably not.

But her message contained only three letters.

Three letters?

Was it an abbreviation?

No. It's the name of a liquor you're very familiar with.

R-U-M.

Rum. One of their code names.

Rum?

When I was in the Organization, I heard the name a couple of times.

It seems he's their boss's close adviser.

A close adviser?

But we haven't heard anything about that.

Since she sent only one word, it was probably an urgent message.

She couldn't afford to tell you.

In any case, tell James someone big is on the move.

Someone bigger than Gin.

Solving crimes with sharp detective skills.

Love and cases never change.

Three adults being watched by a child.

Their eyewitness testimony turns into a case.

Always determining the one truth with the body of a child and the mind of an adult,

his name is Detective Conan!

Three First Discoverers

"Three First Discoverers, Part One!"

By the way, did you see yesterday's Tokyo Derby?

The Spirits versus Noir match, right?

I did! Hide got a hat trick, right?

That's right! It's no wonder he's their star player!

Rum?

Yeah.

"Daccha?"

Darling...

Not the comic character, the liquor.

You know, the stuff pirates drink.

I've no idea what you mean.

I told you before. I don't know much about liquor.

R-Right...

To get information on Rum, close adviser to the Black Organization's boss,

we'll need to wait to hear from Mizunashi Rena-san,

who's infiltrated the Organization, or ask undercover public safety officer Amuro-san...

But...

I know the Organization's number two's code name is Rum.

Number two?

At the very least, that's what I heard while I was there.

I never met them, though.

Wh-What were they like?!

Are they a man or a woman?

I said I never met them.

While I was in the organization, I heard all kinds of descriptions.

A large brawny man.

An effeminate man.

An old man.

Some people claimed they were all his doubles.

A large man, an effeminate man, and an old man...

Hey! Don't tell me Rum's searching for me.

N-No...

The Organization uses types of liquor for all its code names, right?

I was just wondering if there was someone named Rum...

What about Rum?

What?

You were just talking about it.

That Rum is looking for someone.

Tell me. I'm curious.

What? Uh, Rum... rum...

Ramune!

Ramune?

I bet you're thirsty after playing soccer in the park.

So I was looking to see if the shop over there was selling ramune.

Ah, you mean the drink?

Normal juice is fine.

Y-Yeah...

Huh? That kid is still there.

What kid?

Look.

The boy standing in the other street.

He was standing there on our way to the park.

He was staring into the distance then, too.

What is he looking at?

Maybe someone's about to fall from a high place.

Let's ask him.

Okay!

He's looking at an apartment?

Hey, you. What are you...?

The lady...

They killed the lady!

What?

Did you see someone kill her?

No, but she told me.

Three men are going to visit the lady's apartment.

If she doesn't come out after they leave,

she's probably been killed, so I should call the police.

So the woman...

She's not coming out!

It's been about thirty minutes since the third man left.

Did you call the police?

Not yet. I'm too scared.

Do you remember what the three men looked like?

Y-Yeah...

There was a really big man,

a young guy with long hair like a girl, and an old man with white hair.

What?

A large brawny man.

An effeminate man.

An old man.

Hey! Do you think...?

It's too much of a coincidence.

But Rum always had another special trait.

The descriptions of his appearance were varied, but the trait was always the same.

I can't remember what it was...

In any case, show us to the woman's room.

It's that apartment, right?

Okay.

What's your relationship with the woman?

Is she a relative?

No.

I don't know her.

What?

She's a total stranger?

Yeah. She'd talk to me when I was playing alone in the park.

Since I moved here, I don't have any friends.

But your parents know about the lady, right?

No. I don't have a dad or mom.

Really?

Yeah. While I was on a field trip, they got involved in a "robin murder."

A robbery and murder.

I'm staying with my uncle, but he's too busy to play with me.

So after seeing how lonely you were, the woman decided to play with you.

Yeah. I asked to come to her house to play before, but she wouldn't let me.

But today she made an exception and invited me.

She writes stories for TV shows.

She told me all about the story she was going to write.

She's a scriptwriter?

Ma'am!

There's no answer.

Excuse me.

It's unlocked!

You can't go in!

She told me if she didn't come out, I should let the police handle it and stay outside!

Does that mean...?

I knew it...

Ma'am! Ma'am!

Don't come in!

Haibara, call the police.

Got it.

Shouldn't we call an ambulance, too?

No. Look around her feet.

If this were really a suicide, there would be a stool or something by her feet.

Since that's missing, it means someone killed her and made this look like a suicide.

It was probably one of the three men this kid saw.

If it's been about thirty minutes since the third man left, we're too late.

No...

That's odd, though.

Even though he was panicked enough to forget the stool,

there are no signs he left the room in a hurry.

And I don't see the Yoshikawa lines left behind when a strangulation victim struggles.

I'd understand if he strangled her after putting her to sleep.

But who would plan that much and forget the stool?

An envelope?

A bank envelope.

It's new, too.

Which mean in the wallet on the desk...

There should be the money she withdrew.

But there's barely anything in here.