Night returned to Beika City.
The bomb crisis at the airport had ended only hours earlier.
News channels were already reporting it as a heroic intervention by the police bomb squad.
Haruki Akizawa's name wasn't mentioned.
Exactly how he preferred it.
But one person knew the truth.
And that person had made a decision.
Outside
Mouri Detective Agency
Streetlights cast long shadows across the quiet road.
A small figure stood on the corner.
Conan Edogawa adjusted his glasses.
In his hand was a tiny device.
A tracker.
One of Professor Agasa's inventions.
Conan muttered quietly.
"Sorry, Haruki… but I need to know who you are."
Earlier That Evening
After the bomb had been disarmed at the observation tower, officers gathered outside to secure the area.
Haruki was preparing to leave quietly.
Conan approached him.
"Nice work."
Haruki looked down at him.
"You too."
Conan smiled.
"You figured out the remote trigger faster than anyone."
Haruki shrugged slightly.
"Observation."
But while speaking—
Conan had already moved closer.
His hand brushed lightly against Haruki's jacket.
A small magnetic tracker attached silently.
The action lasted less than half a second.
Haruki didn't react.
At least…
Not immediately.
Present Time
Haruki walked calmly down the street.
Hands in pockets.
His pace relaxed.
But internally—
The system activated.
DING
[ SYSTEM ALERT ]
Foreign electronic device detected.
Location: Outer jacket pocket.
Probability: Tracking device — 92%
Haruki almost smiled.
"So Conan finally made his move."
He continued walking normally.
Removing the tracker now would only confirm suspicion.
Instead—
He reached an intersection.
Then quietly dropped the tracker into the back pocket of a passing delivery worker.
The man rode away on a bicycle.
Across town.
Conan watched the signal on his tracking glasses.
The dot moved.
Conan nodded.
"Got you."
But something felt strange.
The signal moved faster than expected.
Too fast for walking.
Conan frowned.
"Did he take a taxi?"
Then suddenly—
The signal stopped at an industrial district.
Conan arrived twenty minutes later.
Empty streets.
Dark warehouses.
But when he looked at the tracker signal—
It was attached to a random delivery man.
Conan blinked.
Then sighed.
"He noticed."
And worse—
He had outplayed him effortlessly.
Conan scratched his head.
"You're really something else, Haruki."
Meanwhile
Haruki returned to his apartment.
Apartment 302
The lights remained off.
He stepped inside quietly.
Then—
DING
[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]
Strategic Deduction System — New Skill Available
Skill: Strategic Foresight (Lv1)
A new interface appeared.
[ SKILL UNLOCKED ]
Strategic Foresight (Lv1)
Ability:
Predict near-future developments based on available data.
Effects:
• Anticipate opponent decisions
• Simulate short-term scenarios
• Increase survival probability in dangerous situations
Limitations:
• Predictions are probabilistic, not absolute
• Requires sufficient data
Haruki closed the interface.
This ability would become extremely important.
Especially with the Black Organization observing him.
But just as he relaxed slightly—
Danger Prediction activated again.
[ SYSTEM ALERT ]
Potential threat detected.
Location: Outside building.
Threat Level: Low–Moderate.
Haruki approached the window.
Looking down into the street.
Parked across the road—
A familiar black car.
Inside sat two men.
Vodka yawned.
"This is boring."
Beside him—
Gin remained completely still.
Watching the apartment window.
Vodka asked quietly.
"You still think he's worth watching?"
Gin answered calmly.
"He disarmed a complex bomb."
"And evaded surveillance."
Gin lit another cigarette.
Smoke drifted through the car.
"A man like that will eventually reveal his true nature."
Vodka scratched his head.
"And if he's a threat?"
Gin smiled faintly.
"Then we remove him."
Inside the Apartment
Haruki stepped away from the window.
He already knew they were there.
But eliminating them now would break the timeline.
Too dangerous.
Instead—
He opened the system again.
[ STATUS ]
Name: Haruki Akizawa
IQ: 138
Observation: 100
Deduction: 95
Psychology: 83
Memory: 90
Skills:
• Observation Boost (Lv1)
• Micro Expression Analysis (Lv1)
• Danger Prediction (Lv1)
• Crime Scene Reconstruction (Lv1)
• Logic Acceleration (Lv1)
• Strategic Foresight (Lv1)
Items:
• Micro Camera Lens
• Evidence Scanner Lens
• Signal Interference Chip
Skill Fragments:
None
Relationships:
• Ran Mori — Friendly
• Conan Edogawa — Investigating / Suspicious
Haruki closed the interface.
His abilities were growing steadily.
But the real challenge was approaching.
Because the timeline was about to reach something major.
A global-level case.
The first Detective Conan movie incident.
A cruise ship.
A stolen bomb.
An international criminal.
And Conan's first massive disaster-level case.
Haruki whispered quietly.
"Twelve hours."
The event would begin soon.
Across the City
Inside a luxurious office high above Tokyo.
A man watched the news report about the bomb incident.
He turned off the television.
Then opened a file.
Inside was a photograph.
Haruki Akizawa.
The man smiled slightly.
"So you're the one who interfered with my little experiment."
He picked up a phone.
"Prepare the next stage."
Outside the window—
Tokyo lights stretched endlessly across the night.
The game had only just begun.
Meanwhile
Inside Mouri Detective Agency
Conan sat on the couch thinking.
Ran walked in.
"Conan?"
"Hm?"
"You look like Shinichi again."
Conan laughed nervously.
"Hehe… really?"
Ran smiled gently.
"You get that face when you're solving something big."
Conan looked toward the window.
His mind focused on one person.
"Haruki Akizawa…"
"Next time I won't lose track of you."
But what Conan didn't know—
Was that the next case about to begin…
Would place both of them in extreme danger.
Together.
End of Chapter 15