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Detective Conan Episode 377 (2026)

He looked up at Suzuki. “You knew he’d come at night. You used the legend to cover up a murder.”

As the sun rose over Tōno City, Conan sat on the ryokan’s porch, the notebook in his hands. He read the final line again: “The Kappa doesn’t take lives. It takes secrets.”

Suzuki’s face went pale. “Kid, you don’t know what you’re—” Detective Conan Episode 377

Or rather, the man who had claimed to see one—and then vanished.

“Nothing. Just thinking about folklore.” He looked up at Suzuki

Later that night, unable to sleep, Conan walked the short path to the pond. The moon was hidden. The water was black glass. And standing at the edge was a figure—tall, hunched, holding something that glinted.

The victim was a folklorist named Kenji Tono. He had been researching local yōkai legends, particularly the water imp known as the Kappa. Three nights ago, he had told his wife he was going to the pond to “record the truth.” He never came back. He read the final line again: “The Kappa

He closed the book.

“The Kappa doesn’t take lives. It takes secrets.”

But the figure turned. It was just the local detective, Suzuki, examining a rope tied to a submerged rock.

Suzuki lunged—but Conan was faster. A dart from his watch. The detective slumped, and moments later, Kogoro’s voice boomed from the shadows (drawn by Ran, who had followed Conan).

He looked up at Suzuki. “You knew he’d come at night. You used the legend to cover up a murder.”

As the sun rose over Tōno City, Conan sat on the ryokan’s porch, the notebook in his hands. He read the final line again: “The Kappa doesn’t take lives. It takes secrets.”

Suzuki’s face went pale. “Kid, you don’t know what you’re—”

Or rather, the man who had claimed to see one—and then vanished.

“Nothing. Just thinking about folklore.”

Later that night, unable to sleep, Conan walked the short path to the pond. The moon was hidden. The water was black glass. And standing at the edge was a figure—tall, hunched, holding something that glinted.

The victim was a folklorist named Kenji Tono. He had been researching local yōkai legends, particularly the water imp known as the Kappa. Three nights ago, he had told his wife he was going to the pond to “record the truth.” He never came back.

He closed the book.

“The Kappa doesn’t take lives. It takes secrets.”

But the figure turned. It was just the local detective, Suzuki, examining a rope tied to a submerged rock.

Suzuki lunged—but Conan was faster. A dart from his watch. The detective slumped, and moments later, Kogoro’s voice boomed from the shadows (drawn by Ran, who had followed Conan).