Wednesday evening March 15th

"Oh, man! I think that's really stupid of you!" Complained Ran. She was sitting on the bed in her room with her arms crossed. With the other hand she put her cell phone to her ear.
"I'm really sorry, but I just can't," said the shrunken Shinichi in the phone booth. He tried hard to justify himself.
"Why not? We haven't done anything together in ages!"
"Ran, how many more times? I can't come with you!", He answered slowly but surely annoyed, one more time in the negative.
"That's totally unfair!", Ran excitedly very disappointed: "You used to come and I was always there when you had a game!"
"That was different!" He closed his eyes. With the hand in which he also had the receiver, the Shinichi wiped his forehead in miniature.
"Why? Why was that something different?", He heard her now rather angry voice, which almost yelled at him: "It's always the same," she said morosely: "You just don't care! You are only interested in yours stupid cases! Don't you think you're slowly taking too much freedom out of yourself? You haven't even taken all the exams! "
That had sat. The shrunken detective let out a heavy breath. He bowed his head in silence. Then he looked miserably at the floor and listened to her accusations.
"I'm sorry," he said finally dejectedly before simply hanging up the phone. He sighed deeply and stepped outside with the telephone booth door open.


Friday, March 17th (last day of the school year)

"When will it finally ring!" He muttered impatiently.
The miniature shinichi crossed his arms over his chest and looked longingly at the hands of the clock. At the sight of them his expression darkened.
Really! I don't want to anymore, he thought annoyed.
Ms. Kobayashi said goodbye to the class with the words, "I wish you all a good vacation."
When the school bell finally rang, the shrunken high school student sighed in relief. Like the other children, he opened his satchel and went out into the hall with the other detective boys.
"I'm really excited," said Mitsuhiko. Genta ran to his right and Ayumi to the left. Only then did Conan and Ai join. Whereby the five weren't exactly in a line, but Conan went a little further back than the others.
"Hm?", He raised his head lost in thought when Mitsuhiko spoke to him: "Conan, you are coming to the professor, right?"
"Yes / Yes."
Ayumi smiled happily: "I'm really looking forward to it!"


The sky was covered with gray rain clouds when the Detective Boys left the school building together.
The youngest were in a good mood. The three of them ran a little ahead of the crowd. Ai and Conan, on the other hand, preferred to walk the sidewalk at a more leisurely pace.
"You-hu, Ai?", Conan began cautiously after a while: "Are you doing me a favor?"
His girlfriend stopped. She looked at him questioningly: "A favor?"
"Yes ... could I have something from the antidote?", The detective came out with his request, politely pleading with the language.Whereby he put on the most charming smile he could.
"Shinichi, we've already had this discussion," the chemist disagreed with. With fixed eyes she saw him urgently: "You know my answer!"
"Ai, please!"
"No!", She remained tough.
The two walked next to each other for a short time until Ai's facade crumbled: "Why do you want it? You know very well that it involves enormous risks!" There was sympathy in her words, but her tone underlined also how serious she meant it.
He nodded seriously as well: "Yes, I know that, but I still want it. I want ..." While he was speaking he had become quieter and quieter. Until he fell silent now.
"What?", Ai asked more closely, with an unmistakable, suspicious undertone in his voice.
"Nothing!", Said the detective, caught waving his hands and with a smile that shook his head: "I think you are right. It is really too dangerous."
Ai eyed him again doubtfully, but then went on. He stopped for a moment and looked after her with a sigh: Then plan B after all, he thought to himself.
He slowly started moving again and caught up with the others.


Genta rang the doorbell of the professor's door. The five had to wait a moment for it to open.
"Ah, there you are. Come on in."
The children gladly accepted his invitation and entered the house.
"And what kind of new game is this that we should test?", Genta turned to the old inventor, impatiently removed his shoes.
The professor laughed happily: “Come with me. I'll show you.” Together with his testers, he went to the computer, which was already switched on. He leaned over the keyboard and closed a couple of Internet windows. Then he made room for the excited elementary school students.
"I want to start," Ayumi shouted first.
"No, let me start!", Genta wanted impatiently too.
Conan rolled his eyes, his hands in his pockets.
"You're losing anyway. It's better if I start," said Mitsuhiko.
"Ladies First. I'm starting," with these words, Ai pushed the tightly packed children apart and simply took a seat on the chair.
"It's good," said Mitsuhiko, right.
"But after that, it's my turn!"

This is my chance, thought the shrunken detective. He stepped away from the others and went to Ai's room. There he immediately closed the door behind him. Then he headed for Ai's desk. He opened the drawers and searched them, then looked around thoughtfully. Next he picked up a pile of books. The detective winced when he heard a cell phone ring. It was his cell phone! He quickly put the pile back and quickly picked it up.
Annoyed, he said his name.
"Hey, Shinichi! This is your very best friend," said a cheerful Heiji Hattori on the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry. I just can't!"
Before Osaka's detective could object, his friend firmly pushed him away and continued his search.It started to rain slightly, which caused Ran, who was accompanied by Sonoko, to run a little faster. The last bit the two high school girls ran to the detective agency.
Ran opened the apartment door. After her friend, Sonoko stepped in and, like her classmate, slipped off her shoes. Together they went to Ran's room.
Here they pulled their school bags from their shoulders and placed them at the end of the bed.
"Tomorrow I'll finally see Makoto again!", Exhausted and in a good mood, Sonoko sat down on her friend's bed. Next to her was a rucksack, which Ran looked a little sad and picked up.
"Don't worry about it!", Sonoko replied: "Shinichi is just an idiot!"
"Yes, he is," said Ran, disappointed, going to the tap. Tears formed in her eyes: "We don't do anything together anymore. He almost never calls. And when we do, we just argue. I think we will soon no longer be friends."


Well, Ai, next time you should look for a better hiding place, the shrunken Shinichi grinned contentedly to himself. From the kitchen he came back to the computer and joined the others. Genta was balancing a figurine on wooden boards that led across a river.

The doorbell rang and Ai opened it. It was Ran.
"Hello, Ai. Is the professor here?" She asked her.
"He's at the computer."
"Thanks."
"Are you coming, Conan? It's getting late," the detective heard her cheerful voice.
He finished his game, now alone, when he saw her.
He went home with her.
"How was your last day of school?" She asked interested.
"Actually, as always," he replied, bored.
"Doesn't sound very enthusiastic," Ran said, a little amused by his tone of voice.
"And what were you doing nice earlier?"
Absentmindedly, he answered her: "Computer played."


Together with her he arrived at the apartment above the detective agency.
"I'm going to eat now," she went into the kitchen.
"Is good."
Conan went to his room instead. There he freed himself from his satchel, which he then fired into the corner behind the door. Then he made himself comfortable on his mattress by folding his arms behind his head.

His cell phone rang. He let it ring several times before reluctantly sitting up to answer it:
"What makes me wait forever?"
"What is it?", Heiji reaped only Conan's irritation.
"What kind of friendly greeting?", West Japan's detective was indignant: "I just want to ask you after the phone call."
"What kind of phone call?", The detective of the east pricked up his ears.
"So you don't know," Heiji paused for a little tension building.
“Now tell me!” The impatience of his little friend was clearly audible, which made him grin.
"Well, I mean, that of Kazuha and Ran. Your girlfriend called me."
"Ran? With you? Why is that?", The shrunken Shinichi frowned."Well, she wants to speak to Kazuha. Only she seems to have thrown her cell phone somewhere again and now she can't find it anymore. That's why Ran called me."
"And?" The smaller detective wanted to know impatiently.
"I called Kazuha, she snatched the item out of my hand and went into my room. I followed her, of course, but she slammed the door in my face so I don't know what the two of them were talking about. I could just snap that it was somehow about us. "
"About us?"
"Shinichi, what are you so unfriendly today?", Heiji wondered again: "Is everything okay with you?"
"Great," he quickly repulsed.
"Conan, dinner is ready."
"Everything's fine! I have to break up now. I'll call you again later!"
"Shin-i-chi?"
Before Heiji could say anything else, the elementary school student had already hung up.

The latter left his room and sat down with Ran at the table that had already been laid.
She was on the phone.
"It's my father," she whispered to him, who looked at her questioningly. While he was eating.
"I know, but unfortunately I really can't come."
Kogoro's daughter angrily dropped her chopsticks next to the bowl.
"Great, dad! You wanted to drive me over there. Do you remember?"
"Don't yell like that, mouse-leg, I'm really sorry, but the case will take longer."
"Thanks!" Ran snapped at him angrily.
To which her