Detective Conan: A Gourmet in Beika Town

Conan pushed the door open, panting: Akemi Miyano, Narumi Asai, Curacao, Hiromitsu Morofushi... These people who should never have appeared again were all here, chatting and laughing. That alone was strange enough. Then he turned around and even saw that woman. Conan rushed up to Amamiya and demanded through gritted teeth, “Are you actually...?! ” Before he could finish, a piping-hot, extra-spicy fried chicken nugget was stuffed into his mouth. Tears brought on by the heat stinging his eyes, he stared at the detestable fellow in front of him, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m not, I didn’t, I don’t know! Oh, right, Conan, Ran’s upstairs. Go see her. She worked so hard learning to cook last night.” Smiling as he watched the horrified Conan run upstairs, Amamiya turned and raised a hand to shield his eyes from the slightly glaring sunlight. “Another beautiful day~” (The heroine is undecided. Mostly everyday life, with a slower pace. Conan won’t be followed around as he solves cases.)