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Blink!

I'm your partner at all times!

He finally finds the tricks of the men in the Black Organization.

Bring up the big guns and beat the case and evil organization!

He sees through the one and only truth.

A child in appearance with the I.Q. of an adult.

His name is Detective Conan!

With the testimony provided by a family

who visited the Mouri Detective Agency,

we solved a murder case.

At that time, Eisuke Hondo who was with us

used a lie detection technique to figure out

whether someone's lying or not.

In exactly

the same way as Rena Mizunashi used to do.

No doubt about it.

This guy is trying to get information...

on Rena Mizunashi.

"The Shadow of the Black Organization: Mysterious Hefty Reward"

"Haido Central Hospital"

Kir.

Our organization is trying to find her but we have no idea where she is.

I guess the FBI is not stupid.

Kir is dead.

This is for sure.

We should be happy if she simply did.

What if she was brainwashed and turned against us?

That's not going to happen.

She didn't confess anything even after being shot,

injected a truth drug and beaten until her ribs were broken.

There's nothing to worry about, Chianti.

Are you talking about Kir getting his recognition?

-Yeah. -I have heard about that story, too.

Kir found a guy who snucked into the organization.

She got him cornered,

but ended up being caught.

By the time you guys found her, she was almost dead because of torture.

But I still don't get it.

How come she got his recognition

and happened to be in the same team with us?

It's her teeth.

Huh?

It was the only weapon left of her.

She bit the guy's wrist so hard that his bone came out from his wrist.

In addition to that,

she took the gun away from him who already lost the will to fight

and blew up his head.

Only crazy animals can do that.

But I wonder. The guy died, right?

How do we know that Kir didn't leak anything?

The guy was hiding a MD recorder

which actually recorded his voice torturing her.

An MD?

I see.

So there was no voice of Kir or whatsoever in that MD.

But we still don't know anything about this guy, right?

Right.

He had tons of driver's license and passports

with fake names and disguised pictures.

Certainly, he was no ordinary guy.

But we actually found out his real name.

I remember when you and I got there,

the guy's partner showed up at that place and kept whispering the name.

Yeah. He was whispering the name to the guy's ear who no longer responded.

It was the name we couldn't find from driver's licenses or the passports.

He kept calling the name like a scratched record.

Over and over.

He killed himself after he realized that we were there.

But what was his name anyway?

It was too far from where I was. I couldn't hear anything.

Well,

I can't really remember dead men's faces and names.

Well, I think I know where those guys are coming from.

Anyway, let's ask Kir when she comes back.

She probably heard that name, too.

I hope we'll find her soon.

We will.

We've already made a guess where she could be.

Gosh, what are you thinking?

I've been waiting for this Sunday.

I was supposed to forget about all the depressing things

and enjoy an easygoing day with a hot coffee at Poirot.

And why do I see you here?

Eisuke Hondo.

Come on. Don't be a mean.

You were the one who told him that he could visit us anytime, you know.

That's true, but it's 7:00 am.

I think it's kind of early.

I actually brought an interesting case today.

What? A case?

What's the pay? Is the client rich?

No. Well,

I just found something that looks like a case on a website,

-so there's no client. -Thank you very much!

That hurts...

Dad!

Are you stupid?

What we are doing is not charity work!

But you should at least listen to his story.

He came all the way here.

I told you.

-I don't have time. -That's right!

Today is the day that you are going to clean and organize

Yoko Okino's VCRs that you recorded.

Right?

Yeah, that's right!

Conan, what happened to you?

You're usually interested in new cases.

Yeah, I would.

But not with the case he brought.

I'm sorry, Eisuke.

That's okay.

It looks kind of interesting, but it's not a major case at all.

Maybe somebody got the idea from the "Red-headed League" and made it up.

"The Red-headed League"?

Oh, I know that!

It's a famous case in a Sherlock Holmes series, right?

I remember that this red-headed person gets a high salary,

but has to work in a room all day to copy an encyclopedia.

The truth is, he was digging a hole on the basement of the store

to sneak into a bank.

Hey, tell me about the case you found.

What?

Yeah, tell us. We'll listen.

But really, it's not a big case.

Just tell us!

Hey, Dad!

It was last night when I found it.

It was the diary page of the website on the internet.

Diary?

Hey, you stole a glance at somebody's diary?

No.

The owner of the home page laid the diary open so everybody could see it.

Really? That's an unusual hobby he has.

So the owner of that home page has red hair?

No. What's similar to the "Red-headed League"

is the money this person pays.

In the diary, it said,

"Part-time job with super high wage!

Hurray for the economy!

I got some good luck this year!"

The people who are offering this job

are actually a research organization that studies about detoxifying wastes

and they need household wastes for their research.

All you need to do

is to pick up trash bags from dump sites on burnable trash day,

before the garbage truck comes.

You return the trash bags on the next burnable trash day

and pick up new ones.

When you pick up trash,

you use a car that's parked near the dump site.

After loading trash bags, you put the car back to where it was.

On that afternoon, money will be sent to your bank account.

It's 50,000 yen.

50,000 yen?

But wait...

50,000 yen per pick up.

There are two burnable trash days a week.

That'll be 450,000 yen per month.

450,000 yen.

450,000 yen?

Come on, Dad.

That's a crime. You know that, right?

But since it pays well for this stupid job,

it's similar to the "Red-headed League".

You're right.

The person who wrote this diary

found this job on the internet job advertisement,

and then communicated with the client by e-mail.

Three days later, a car key was sent to his house.

It was about two weeks ago that he started the job.

But under the agreement that he cannot quit until the client says so.

I got it.

Perhaps, some celebrities are living around that area

and this rich stalker is enjoying rummaging through their garbage.

The writer thought the same thing at first,

but he later wrote that no celebrity lived near there.

Really?

But there's one thing that's bugging me.

This guy said that there was no sign of anyone going through the garbage.

Huh?

Since the deal was too good,

he got suspicious, so he took pictures of the trash in the trunk.

On the next trash pickup day, he checked if there was any difference.

Yet, nothing seemed to be moved from the way they were.

Then why did the organization offer the job?

I don't know.

Just like the novel,

the client must have been doing something bad near this guy's house

while he was picking up the garbage.

Anyway, do you know this guy's address?

No. He didn't write his home address on his website,

but he wrote where the dump site was.

I think it was near the 3rd street park in Toriya Town.

Toriya Town?

What's the matter, Dad? Do you have something in mind?

Well, actually...

A new Pachinko parlour has just opened.

I was just thinking about going there!

All right. Why don't we go there now?

It's only 7:30 am. This guy might be there, you know.

All right. Let's go, guys!

Toriya Town?

What is this?

Look. Today is February 5th, Sunday.

The burnable trash day in this area is tomorrow on Monday

and four days later on Thursday.

Looks like it.

What?

What do you mean by that?

No place does garbage pickup on Sunday.

Well, actually...

This guy said on his diary

that he was told to pick up garbage quietly at early morning

to avoid any problems that might occur.

Because their garbage detoxification research was not yet approved.

You fool! You should've said that beforehand!

Gosh!

That's it!

I'll be walking around here until the Pachinko parlour opens.

-You guys take a train and go home! -What?

Gosh.

-Excuse me, sir. -Huh?

Did see you any tall person with a suspicious look around here

between 9:00 pm and 10:00 pm the night before?

-Hey, Takagi. -What?

Mr. Mouri!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here, too?

Hey, hey, Mouri! You again?

Oh, Inspector!

Please don't tell me that you are involved in this case, too?

Case?

There was a murder. Didn't you see the news on TV?

What?

There was a murder?

It's this house.

Well, it looks great.

They are a family of considerable wealth.

Let's see.

The householder is Tatsuhito Funemoto.

And the victim is his wife, Kaneyo, 39 years old.

Yesterday morning, she didn't get out of bed,

so their housekeeper went to Kaneyo's room to call her.

There she was found dead, leaning against the veranda wall.

She was actually shot in the back of the head.

Assuming by the angle of the bullet that was shot into her head,

it seems the criminal is a tall person, perhaps above 180 cm.

Also, considering the estimated time of death,

it was between 9:00 pm to 10:00 pm,

the night before yesterday that Kaneyo was shot.

It was right after she came back from her friend's home party.

I see. Home party?

The bullet is missing because it penetrated the victim's head completely.

We asked the neighbours in this area to search for it,

but we haven't found it yet.

So, what was the motive of the crime?

It was most likely robbery.

Kaneyo was wearing a pearl necklace and bracelet.

But both of them were gone.

And, is there any witnesses?

Well,

we haven't got any information related to the criminal.

I see.

This criminal knows what to do.

This person may be a professional.

I was thinking the same thing.

What's wrong, Inspector?

You fool!

Why are you explaining every single detail about the case

to this man who has nothing to do with it?

Come on, Inspector.

That's my habit, sir. I'm sorry.

Toriya Town.

A murder.

No way.

Could it be...

But this guy is involved in this case,

so I shouldn't take this as a normal murder case.

What's the matter, Conan?

Did you figure something out?

No!

No way! No Way!

You guys are not involved in this case, so go home!

The police are going to take care of this.

We do not need Mouri's help.

Gosh, I'm late!

-Mr. Mouri? -All right, Inspector.

We wish you a good luck on your investigation.

Now, excuse me.

So you're going home?

Hey, Dad!

Why did Mr. Mouri run off in such a hurry?

Well, he's investigating something.

Investigating something?

Mr. Mouri?

Yes?

Are you the famous Detective Mouri?

You're Mr. Kogoro Mouri, right?

Yes. I am Kogoro Mouri.

"Takami Shigeno (48)"

Please!

Find the criminal who took away Mrs. Funemoto's life!

What?

Well, but...

You should leave it to the police. They are reliable.

I cannot count on those people!

Please, Mr. Mouri!

I really understand how you're feeling right now,

but I have something that's really important to do.

I will return the favour if you do this for me.

What? Favour?

Dad!

All right.

Leave it up to me.

I, Kogoro Mouri, shall take revenge in her place.

Thank you very much!

What's going on?

Tonight is Kaneyo's wake.

Master.

I'm sorry.

This is the famous detective, Mr. Kogoro Mouri.

"Tatsuhito Funemoto (43)"

Mouri?

Oh, you are that famous...

Yes. I am the famous Kogoro Mouri.

But why are you here?

Well, it's kind of a coincidence.

No, it's not a coincidence.

Hey, Mouri!

I've got this.

You don't need to worry about anything because I'm here to help you.

I will catch the criminal.

Master, Mr. Mouri is going to take care of this case.

You don't have to return me the favour right now.

Mouri.

Well, what's your concern, Inspector?

Mr. Mouri has helped us out on a lot of cases.

Takagi.

Gosh, Dad.

Well, I knew it was going to end up like this.

I'm so sorry, Eisuke.

Don't worry about it. I didn't have anything to do actually.

Am I thinking too hard?

It's very hard to think that he has something to do with them.

Mr. Detective!

I know who the criminal is!

-What? -Hey, Toji!

Who is this kid?

This is my son, Toji.

"Toji Funemoto (8)" -No wonder he looks bright.

It was a foreign woman in black who killed my mom!

Hey, that's enough!

Why, Dad?

How come you are not listening to me?

Young master, why don't we go over there?

No! Leave me alone!

A foreign woman

dressed in black?

Also, that boy...

Young master!

Toji!

You have to believe me! Mister, you have to believe what I'm saying!

That female foreigner looked suspicious!

She must have killed Mom!

Have I met him before?

I really saw her!

-Mister, please believe me! -Hey, you.

Why do you think that this foreign woman is suspicious?

Because she was asking me strange questions.

Strange questions?

It was about the accident!

She asked me whether I really saw the accident,

or if I saw the face of the person who got into the accident,

and whether I talked about the accident to Mom and Dad!

Accident?

No way.

And what did you tell her?

I told her that I talked a little bit about it.

She started showing an evil smile after she heard that.

So that must be her!

That woman killed Mom!

I remember it now!

He happened to be...

in that accident.

One of the members of the Black Organization...

Kir, also known as Rena Mizunashi.

She was brought to the hospital because of that accident.

He was at the scene of the accident.

The boy back then...

No doubt about it.

Which means...

Don't tell me this guy actually took us here because of the boy?

What is he thinking?

Does he know about this boy?

No, does he even know about the accident?

The accident that FBI is trying to keep secret.

I guess running away is not an option.

That accident

and...

Rena Mizunashi.

Perhaps, the guys in the Black Organization are trying to find her.

The one who is being protected by FBI,

Rena Mizunashi.

No, Kir.

Finally, it's getting interesting.

I don't know what's coming.

All right.

I will take it.

This case.

I am not going to run away.

Next Conan's Hint:

"Scattering beans for Setsubun"

-Devils out! -It hurts!

-Next week, I'm going to fight the men in the Black Organization! -Ouch!

Do you hear me, Conan?