"That's right, it's the three of them!"
"Send our First Investigation Division's Eighteen Arhats over!"
"Right, the child looks like he's already been hidden away, absolutely don't let them get away!"
"Even though Fujino said there wouldn't be any danger, we still have to be prepared just in case!"
Having grasped the new information, Sato Miwako reported it straight to Megure.
Megure was still lingering in the resentment of being called in for overtime while a working man was at home eating his meal, but years and years of overtime had long since made him just like Conan, facing the vigor and vitality of life with an air of absolute indifference to honor and disgrace.
He immediately ordered the suit-wearing, muscular big guys and hulking hulks of the office to launch a full-scale assault.
"Gulp..."
Listening to the female cop's unkind tone next to him along with her burly words, Emoto Masashi couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, worrying for his childhood playmate Rokuda.
He hesitated whether or not he should tell the truth about this matter to clear up the misunderstanding.
Although Rokuda, his childhood friend, kidnapping his younger brother because of lottery tickets and such was indeed a bit excessive, he could understand the predicament the other was currently facing and how much he needed the lottery money.
So from the bottom of his heart, he didn't hold a grudge against the other.
He even specifically gave a warning when he went over, wanting to turn a big matter into a small one, and a small matter into nothing.
If Rokuda had understood the meaning behind his words, then logically he should have sent Kota back.
But if he got caught before releasing him, then it would be completely finished...
His mind couldn't help but picture