"Seriously, do you even realize we're leaving for Saitama Prefecture tonight, and yet you still come back this late?"
Ran Mouri stood with her hands on her hips, looking with dissatisfaction at her childhood friend who had once again returned in the middle of the night because of a case—though right now, calling him "Conan" was probably more accurate.
"You're just a kid, where on earth do you keep finding all these cases day in and day out?"
Chapter 97