Conan lowered his gaze at the words and pondered for a moment, rubbing his chin as he felt that this fellow Fujino was a bit suspicious of free-riding.
Clearly it was I who collected them with such bitter toil, so how come you turn around and hand them over to you?
Yet upon second thought, Conan also felt that he seemed to have no other choice. After all, he could not run outside to solve cases and had to find a substitute; whether he found Uncle Mori or found Fujino, wasn't one just as good as the other?
Giving it to Fujino could even save him a dart of anesthesia for a rainy day...
Still, he had to go and ask the old senior first...
Conan recalled the scene of his A-drug being destroyed right before his eyes, feeling a twinge of sharp pain in his heart, and promptly cast his gaze toward Ai Haibara beside him.
Sensing a strange line of sight, Ai Haibara turned her head back and saw Conan looking at her with a look resembling a husky.
Ai Haibara revealed a bewildered little expression: ???
Conan blinked frantically, deploying the Morse code winks he had learned in Hawaii.
Ai Haibara remained bewildered: ???
Conan slapped his own forehead, the expression on his face shifting wildly in an attempt to convey his meaning through emotion.
Ai Haibara revealed a look of utter disgust: →_→
Conan: ????!!!
What the hell, what kind of disgusted expression is that?
How come you and that old fogey Fujino can exchange a mountain of words with just a single look, while I've sent so many messages and not a single one gets replied to?
Share your private frequency password already, dammit!
Ai Haibara did not quite understand what Conan was up