Chapter: Master thief in distress (part 2)

It was after school again when Conan entered the detective agency. In a little better mood today, he threw his school bag in the corner and quickly went into the living room. The reason for his good mood was an article in the newspaper that his classmates talked about excitedly. Now he really wanted to see if the whole thing wasn't just a product of a child's imagination. When he opened the door, he saw a Kogoro Mori in his best condition - asleep. He was snoring loudly in the middle of the room. He still didn't seem to have completely sobered up yesterday's little celebration. Conan purposefully headed for an untouched newspaper on the table. When he opened it, he carefully studied the article on the front page, which read:

PHANTOM KID CHALLENGES EVERYTHING!
The lucky streak of the most wanted burglar in the world never ends, so yesterday he succeeded in stealing the famous sword 'Blade of the Crescent Moon' from the Beika Museum without giving the police force even the slightest chance, another embarrassment of many which the police had to take in the last few months.And as if that weren't enough, the thief, who is also known as the master thief in 1412, sent several letters to the police and the press in which he challenged all detectives and criminal geniuses in the country to a kind of game when he reached his next goal wants to steal the 'green spring', an emerald that will be on display in the exhibition tower the day after tomorrow ...

Conan smiled. That was his chance to finally meet Kid! But first he had to get there. He went over to Kogoro and tried to wake him up.
"Hey, Uncle Kogoro!" He said loudly, shaking the sleeping misery.
"* Snore * ... what? ... what's the point? Let me go back to sleep, sucker!" Was only the answer.
"But the skills of a master detective are required."
At first Kogoro did not move, as if he had to correctly assign this information. But then suddenly he was wide awake and jumped up like a stand-up man.
"WHAT? Who needs me? Who needs the legendary master detective Kogoro Mori?"Conan touched his head at this changing mood. Then he explained.
"Have a look at the article here!" And handed him the newspaper. Kogoro took the newspaper and read it with tired eyes. Confused, he put it away.
"And what do you think I should do with it?" He asked.
"But that's obvious. As THE master detective, it goes without saying that you accept the challenge from Kid!"
The private investigator nervously scratched his head and looked as if the whole situation was growing over his head.
"So, well. I don't know ..." he began hesitantly.
"Hey, Kid is pretty much the only criminal in this country who can take your sharp wits. Besides, he's been a thorn in the side of the state for a long time, so if you catch him you'll be worried ..."
Suddenly a wide, confident grin formed on Kogoro's face.
"Yeah! You're right! Ha, that would be laughable if I couldn't catch this day thief.He will still experience his blue miracle when I take it on. "
He got up and hit his chest with his fist.
"Yes I will do that."
Conan stood by and shrugged. He didn't particularly enjoy the ingratiation, but at least the preparatory work was done.

With narrow eyes, Inspector Nakamori inspected the police force that had let him down the last time. That had been the most embarrassing! When the media arrived in the showroom, they found a sleeping and snoring crowd of police officers - a real treat for the city's gossip newspapers (although Nakamori didn't know who allowed reporters to enter). Admittedly, he was not as well prepared as he actually planned, but what this gang had achieved here was a mess! But this time he would be REALLY well prepared. He and his assistants had come up with some nice surprises for Kid.They had already requested the necessary technical gadgets. And that gang of idiots in front of him wasn't going to screw it up this time.
"OK, you sleepyheads! This time you pulled hard. The country will look to us tomorrow, and I will make sure that you don't embarrass yourselves and especially not me! I won't tolerate such sloppiness like the day before yesterday again, you understand ? "
"Yes.", It rang out in the chorus.
"It can't be," continued Nakamori, "that you all let yourself be anesthetized by kids gas!"
"We weren't safe in a tin box either," said someone in the back row.
"WHO SAID THAT ?!" yelled Nakamori.
"Uh ... nobody."
"Good. So now check that you all have your gas masks."
All officers confirmed and showed their masks.
"Good. Then nothing should go wrong in this respect, in THIS respect. The last incident was mainly possible because some of you thought you had to act on your own initiative."At these words, three police officers in the front row began to shake violently. With gasping breath, Nakamori approached the three and was about to let go of his violent sermon.
"Hm, very poor security system.", A voice remarked appraisingly behind him.
Nakamori turned around. A young man in his mid-twenties with long black hair, wearing a long brown coat, was standing where he had just been standing, examining his surroundings with a bored look.
"What? Who are you?", Nakamori asked visibly horrified, while the three policemen behind him were grateful for the distraction.
"Who am I?" Said the man, "Oh, sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Jérôme Fuchet, I'm from France and I'm from Interpol." him.
"What? France? Interpol?", Nakamori called and looked overwhelmed by the sudden information.
"Does Interpol still exist and what is it doing in Japan and especially in MY mission?""You have to ask your government, they asked us for help. My job here is just to arrest this thief with REASONABLE equipment and REASONABLE specialists," replied the Frenchman.
"Do you want to hint at something REASONABLE with her?" Asked Nakamori.
"No, should I?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter," said Nakamori.
"But how do you come up with the fact that our security system is 'lean'?" He asked now.
"Maybe because I'm standing here and nobody asked me for my ID on the way here?" Replied the Frenchman ironically.
“I beg your pardon?” Nakamori turned to the front door, where a yawning guard was standing, rubbing his eyes.
"That ... uh ... insolence ..." the inspector growled to himself.
"You have no further objections to our actions here, do you?" Asked Fuchet.
"Uh, no, how should I ... uh, wait a minute, OUR actions?" Said Nakamori.Fuchet clapped his hands.
"Eh bien, mes amis, search the room, if you find anything suspicious," he shouted. The front doors opened and a dozen policemen walked into the room in two groups of six and began to inspect the room.
"But ... but ... you can ... you can't ..." stuttered Nakamori.
"Don't worry, my people do a thorough job," said Fuchet. But Nakamori looked anything but unconcerned. Dejected, he sat down on a chair at the edge of the room. The day could hardly get any worse. Yes, something could still happen. In his letter, Kid had challenged all detectives in the country, and if now ...
"Ah, good afternoon, inspector.", Someone greeted him.
Nakamori recognized the voice and fell from the chair. Hakuba Saguru! NOW it couldn't get any worse. A boy with blond hair and a neat blue suit and tie came in through the door. Two other men followed him.Nakamori recognized the first one from the newspaper, it was the 'sleeping detective' Kogoro Mori, even now he made a sleepy impression. Nakamori didn't think much of him. The second was a man who wore a brown tweed suit and hat, just as his hair was brown. He couldn't tell his age. The boy in the blue suit, Hakuba, came up to him.
"Looks like you received an unexpected visitor," he said, nodding his head at Fuchet and his people.
"So to speak.", Nakamori remarked and smiled half-heartedly.
"Wouldn't have thought that the government had given the matter such a priority," pondered Hakuba and watched as two interpolicemen turned a vase upside down.
"Oh yes," said Hakuba, "Look who I met downstairs in front of the entrance. May I introduce you? The famous sleeping detective Kogoro Mori."
"Already heard.", Nakamori muttered and rubbed his head.
"And the second gentleman is ...""Adam Brown," the man in the tweed suit introduced himself and raised his hat. "English detective."
"Ah yes," remarked Nakamori.
"So we were able to talk to each other well," said Hakuba, who stayed in London very often. Nakamori groaned. One Interpol inspector and three detectives were too many for that day.

The three detectives disappeared from view of his binoculars, leaving a knocked down Nakamori crouched on the ground.
"Well, Inspector, already with your nerves at the end?", Kaito asked with a smile. He was lying on the roof of the building opposite, peering through the window with binoculars. Three detectives would be a problem, but it wasn't impossible. He would also have to deal with the people from Interpol. The only thing that bothered him about the whole thing was the one who had staged the whole thing, the guy who had been waiting for him on the roof the day before yesterday. How did he know he was going to land his hang glider right there?And what interested him even more was what he got from the whole ... The radio beeped. He picked up.
"Are we doing our studies?" Asked a familiar voice. It was the mysterious person.
"Yes, you could say that.", Kaito replied.
"In addition to three detectives, Interpol has also arrived," he continued.
"I know, but that shouldn't be a problem for a master thief, right?"
"You know?"
"Yes, from the first source."
"But how…?"
"Let's put it this way," the person began, "I'm among those present."
"What? But what's the point? And can you explain to me what YOUR interest is in it? Why did you want me to challenge all the detectives in the country?"
"Isn't it a good idea? A master thief who asserts himself in the fight