Two detectives were sitting in the car. Outside at 9 p.m., a heavy downpour began. Drops drummed on the roof of the car, creating a strange rhythm. Kaito was grinning, holding a hot mug of fragrant coffee in his hand. There was a twinkle of defiance in his eyes, and that sneer on his lips spoke of unshakeable confidence in his abilities. Slightly opening the window, he looked at the dirty streets and snorted contemptuously: "Huh, another patrol, but as always nothing happens. did it make sense to go on shift today"