Kuroba Kaito felt helpless toward this strange old man whose eyes held no one but him.
Hey, hey, Uncle, could you not make it sound so mushy...
You were not some pretty young lady, so why would I care that your eyes held only me?
Kuroba Kaito grumbled internally, then quickly slipped free of the handcuffs and dashed toward the open window.
"Inspector Nakamori, saying that really hurts my feelings!"
"Wasn't I just trying to clear my own name?"
"But since someone already beat me to it, I'll be taking my leave!"
"KAITO KID!!!"
Watching one of them show off and immediately run away while the other leaned by the window and cursed furiously, Fujino, Conan, and Hakuba Saguru all wore equally speechless, helpless expressions.
"Still, since he came here this time to clear his own name..."
"Mm-hmm, then let's forgive him for now."
Conan and Hakuba Saguru spoke one after the other, as though they had Kaito Kid completely figured out already.
They were quite confident about it.
Conan even lowered the hand he had quietly placed on his soccer belt.
Seeing Conan make that move so smoothly, Fujino had no doubt that the kid would really kick a soccer ball at Kuroba Kaito and send him flying like some legendary diving king.
It was not as though he had never kicked Kaito into the ocean before.
Just routine operations.
"But, Inspector Nakamori, Mr. Oikawa..."
Hakuba Saguru focused on the important matter at that moment and asked about Oikawa.
Strictly speaking, Oikawa had attempted murder and could be arrested and thrown in jail.
But Nakamori waved a hand. "Whoever wants to handle that can handle it. I'm not dealing with this sort of thing. I'm only responsible for Kaito Kid. Catching murderers is the First Investigation Division's job. If