LOCATION: TOKYO BAY PORT
The sun was just rising over Tokyo Bay , the police were quick to arrive, led by Inspector Megure and Detective Takagi , responding to reports from a call by a concerned citizen who heard the sound of gunshots. Worries that massive brawl between rival gangs had erupted overnight. As the detectives stepped out of their car, they were greeted by a scene of carnage: dozens of bodies, all of them belonging to members of the Yakuza, littered the ground. Blood stained the concrete and the air was thick with the metallic scent of death.
The two detectives surveyed the area, taking in the sheer scale of the violence. This was no ordinary gang dispute. There were too many dead bodies, and the violence was too brutal. Something had gone terribly wrong here.
"Looks like it was a massacre," Megure said, his voice grim. "The question is, who did this?"
Megure, a veteran inspector, quickly assessed the situation. He ordered Takagi and the other policeman to cordon off the area and search for any clues that could lead them to the perpetrators.
They searched the bodies, the shipping containers, and even the nearby warehouses, but they found nothing that could lead them to the killers.
As they continued their investigation, Megure and Takagi couldn't help but wonder who could be responsible for such a heinous crime. They had seen their fair share of gang violence in Tokyo, but nothing like this.
Takagi , wondered how a single person or group could have taken down so many Yakuza members without leaving behind any evidence. He suspected that this could be a gang dispute or a retaliation from a rival gang.
After nearly half an hour of searching, the detectives gathered the few remaining Yakuza members who were still alive and questioned them. They were tight-lipped and refused to give up any information. However, one of the survivors, a low-level member, did reveal that he had seen something strange during the attack.
"I saw a giant fish-man," the Yakuza member said. "He was huge, and he killed everyone."
Megure and Takagi exchanged a glance, wondering if this was some kind of bizarre Yakuza myth. But the man was insistent, and they decided to take his words seriously.
"Let's check the CCTV footage," Megure said. "Maybe we can find something there."
The two detectives made their way to the CCTV room and began scanning through the footage. The video quality was very poor, but they could make out the vague shapes of the Yakuza members, as well as a large figure that appeared to be attacking them. The detectives' jaws dropped as they watched the footage, seeing the fish-man that the survivor had mentioned.
They rewound the footage and played it again, trying to get a better look at the creature. It was unlike anything they had ever seen before: a massive, muscular fish-man with sharp teeth and claws. It was terrifying to watch as it killed the Yakuza members one by one, with little effort.
Takagi gulped as he looked at the evidence, "This...this can't be real, right?"
Megure shook his head gravely, "I wish it weren't, but we have to face the facts. Something supernatural was responsible for this massacre."
Megure quickly made the call, his voice grave as he relayed the information to his superiors. But to their shock, the response was not what they expected.
"Suppress any evidence of this," came the order. "Blame it on gang war. We don't want the public to panic because of one vague video."
Takagi's jaw dropped, and Megure's eyes widened in disbelief. They had always known that the police department had to deal with politics and bureaucracy, but this was a whole new level.
"Sir, we can't do that," Takagi said, his voice shaking slightly. "We have to tell the truth. We have to protect the people."
But Megure knew the reality of the situation. They were just small cogs in a much larger machine, and they had to follow orders - even if it meant hiding the truth.
"I know, Takagi," Megure replied with a sigh. "But sometimes, we have to make sacrifices for the greater good. We can't let chaos reign."
Takagi nodded slowly, knowing that his superior was right. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but they had to do what they could to keep the public safe.
Megure sighed, "This is going to be a tough one. We need all the help we can get."
Takagi nodded in agreement. "Should we call Mr. Kogoro Mouri for help?" he asked.
Megure hesitated. Kogoro Mouri his friend and former subordinate now know as the sleeping kogoro was a well-known private detective and had helped the police solve many difficult cases in recent time. However, he was also known for his unconventional methods and often caused more trouble than he solved.
But Megure knew that they were running out of options. They needed all the help they could get if they were going to solve this case.
"Alright," Megure finally said, "let's call Kogoro. But remember don't tell him about the fish-man nonsense."
As they wait at the port, the detectives were left with more questions than answers. Who was this fish-man, and why had it attacked the Yakuza? What other strange beings were lurking in Tokyo? And most importantly, who was behind all of this?
The investigation had only just begun, and Megure and Takagi knew that they had a long road ahead of them.
LOCATION: TEITAN HIGHSCHOOL
Ran Mouri and Suzuki Sonoko sat in the school cafeteria, chatting away as they enjoyed their lunch. Suddenly, Ran's phone rang. She frowned, recognizing the number. It was her father, Kogoro Mouri, a private detective.
"Hey Dad, what's up?" she asked, answering the call.
"Ran, have you heard the news? There's been a huge massacre at the port. The police are saying it's a gang war," Kogoro said, his voice tense.
Ran's heart sank at the news. She had grown up around crime scenes and violence, but that didn't make it any easier to hear about. She glanced over at Sonoko, who had paused in her own lunch to listen to the conversation.
"Are you going to go investigate, Dad?" she asked.
"I'm on my way there now, but I need you to do something for me, Ran. Keep an eye on the news and see if anything else comes up. And be careful, okay? You never know when these things might spill over into the city," Kogoro said, his voice firm.
Ran nodded, even though her father couldn't see her. "I will, Dad. You be careful too," she said, before ending the call.
Sonoko was already reaching for her own phone, scrolling through news sites and social media feeds to see what information they could find. Ran did the same, feeling a sense of unease settle in her stomach.
"God, this is just awful. How could something like this happen?" Sonoko murmured, her eyes glued to her phone.
"I don't know," Ran said, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over her. She wished she could do something to stop the violence, to protect the innocent people caught up in the middle of it all.
As the lunch period came to an end, Ran and Sonoko reluctantly packed up their things and headed back to class. But their minds were far from their studies. They checked their phones every chance they got, trying to piece together what had happened at the port and who was responsible. The rest of the day passed in a blur.
At the same time else where, Conan was sitting at his elementary school canteen, his eyes glued to the TV screen mounted on the wall. He watched in horror as the news anchor reported on the recent massacre at the port this morning.
The Detective Boys, who were sitting around him, noticed the worried expression on Conan's face and turned to look at the TV.
"Wow, that's so terrible," Ayumi said, as she watched the news.
"I wonder who could have done something like this," Genta said, his eyes wide with shock.
Conan remained silent, lost in thought. He knew that this wasn't just an ordinary case, and that the police would need all the help they could get to solve it. But how could he assist them without revealing his true identity?
As he pondered his next move, he noticed that Haibara was staring at him intently.
"What's wrong, Haibara?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Conan, do you think this could be related to the Black Organization?" she asked, her voice low.
Conan felt a chill run down his spine at the mention of the shadowy organization. He had been investigating them for weeks, and had even taken on the persona of the renowned detective, Sleeping Kogoro, in order to investigate them.
"It's definitely a possibility," he replied, his voice equally low.
As the police worked on the case, the news of the incident spread quickly throughout the Yakuza underworld. The leadership of the gang was shocked to hear about the sudden massacre of their men. They called an emergency meeting to discuss the incident and come up with a plan to retaliate.
The Yakuza leaders were furious and vowed to find the culprit who had committed such a heinous crime against their gang. They knew that the police would be on their tail, but they didn't care. They were willing to do whatever it takes to find the killer and make him pay.
The incident had taken place in one of their most lucrative territories, and they were worried about the impact it would have on their reputation. They immediately dispatched their best enforcers to the port to investigate the matter and ensure that no one interfered with their daily operations.
Meanwhile, the residents of the nearby area were shocked to hear about the incident. The sound of gunshots in their usually peaceful neighborhood had left them frightened and anxious. Some of them had even witnessed the incident from a distance and were traumatized by the sight of so much violence.
The incident had shaken their sense of security, and they were now worried about their safety. They wondered how such a violent crime could have taken place in their neighborhood without anyone noticing.