Detective Conan - PICK ME

It was an unusually quiet afternoon at the Mouri Detective Agency.

Kogoro was leaning back in his chair, half-asleep, while Ran organized some paperwork. Conan sat nearby, quietly reading when—

Ding-dong!

The door opened to reveal a young woman dressed elegantly, carrying a small handbag.

“Oh, hello!” she said sweetly, her eyes immediately scanning the room. “Is this the Mouri Detective Agency?”

Kogoro instantly straightened in his chair.

“That’s right! You’ve come to the right place!” he announced, suddenly looking much more awake.

The woman giggled.

“My name is Ayaka. I… have a little problem I was hoping a strong, reliable detective like you could solve.”

Kogoro practically sparkled.

“A strong and reliable detective, huh?! Well, you’re in luck!”

Ran sighed.

Conan narrowed his eyes.

Something about this woman felt… off.

Ayaka explained that someone had been leaving mysterious notes at her apartment. Nothing threatening, just strange little messages appearing every few days.

Kogoro immediately accepted the case.

But Conan noticed something strange.

Ayaka didn't seem particularly worried about the notes.

Instead, she kept glancing toward the door.

“Is there someone else working here?” she asked innocently.

Before anyone could answer—

Click.

The door opened.

“Excuse me.”

A familiar blond man stepped inside, carrying several neatly packed bags.

“Sorry I'm late. I brought sandwiches for everyone.”

Amuro Tooru.

Ran's face immediately brightened.

“Amuro-san! Thank you!”

“It's nothing.”

He placed the sandwiches on the table, smiling politely.

Ayaka's expression changed instantly.

Her eyes widened.

“Oh…”

She stared at Amuro.

“You're the café employee from Poirot, aren't you?”

Amuro gave her a courteous smile.

“Yes. Amuro Tooru.”

Ayaka tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Wow… you're even more handsome up close.”

Conan's eyes narrowed.

There it is.

*Ayaka suddenly became much more animated.

“Do you make all these sandwiches yourself? That's so impressive… I mean, most men can't even cook.”

She giggled.

Amuro simply smiled.

“I enjoy cooking...”

“Oh, that's so rare!” Ayaka said, leaning slightly closer. “A handsome man who can cook? You must have girls lining up around the block.”

Kogoro looked confused.

Ran looked increasingly uncomfortable.

Conan just stared.

So that's what this is about.

The mysterious notes suddenly seemed like the least suspicious part of the entire case...

What will you do?