Conan dug his nails through his hair and scratched at his scalp. He couldn't understand why Fujino was so calm.
Based on past experience, Fujino should have lost his cool by now and given him a merciless thrashing...
Why wasn't he reacting at all today?!
This wasn't right!
Maybe it hadn't sunk in yet?
He'd wait a little longer!
Conan decided to give it time. Fujino often settled scores later, after all. There was no need to rush.
Then, once the murderer had been dealt with and Sato Miwako had made the arrest, everyone headed for the station to go their separate ways.
"I'm so tired..."
The children trudged along with their heads down, sighing. "We came all this way and didn't even get interviewed."
"And we did all that preparing for nothing!"
"Ayumi thought she was really going to be on TV. She even got her new shoes wet."
Walking beside them, Conan couldn't help complaining. "You got your hopes up too high. Think about it—why would anyone suddenly decide to interview a bunch of little kids for no reason?"
"I mean, it's hardly surprising that the interview turned out to be part of a murder plan!"
"Conan, what are you yapping about?" Genta gave him a dead-eyed look, his voice full of displeasure. "You're a kid too. And you're always going 'huh, that's odd?' Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Exactly!" Ayumi nodded beside him. "Ayumi thinks it feels really childish too."
A little farther behind, Ai Haibara folded her arms and studied Conan, remembering what had just happened. "It really is childish."
Conan: "..."
Where do you grade-schoolers get off calling me childish?
I was a high schooler before I shrank!
Damn it!
Conan grumbled inwardly, then glanced at Fujino walking ahead.
Still no reaction?
*That's strange. Normally, after I