Ai Haibara had been about to joke about seriously injuring someone and sending him to the hospital to confirm his blood type, but she had never expected Hachiko to steal her line.
Unlike her teasing, though, Hachiko seemed genuinely ready to kick a soccer ball at Hondo Eisuke and seriously injure him.
What was Hachiko thinking?
Just how deep did this grudge run?
Ai Haibara considered the power of Conan's Foot Power Enhancement Shoes and figured that one kick would spare Hondo Eisuke the trouble of a blood test. He would be sent straight to the morgue instead.
At that moment, Conan said, exasperated, "I need Hondo Eisuke's blood type. Can the FBI give me that?"
Haibara replied calmly, "I was talking about whether Mizunashi Rena and Hondo Eisuke were lying."
"If we confirm Mizunashi Rena's blood type first, we can establish whether she really is type AB, then whether she lied, and use that to check whether Hondo Eisuke lied, can't we?"
"What if Mizunashi Rena was lying back then?"
"..." Gray Cat Cat's reminder left Conan silent on the spot. After a brief pause, he gave her a look that seemed to say, Do I look like an idiot to you?
I'm a detective. Wouldn't I have thought of that? Which one of us is the detective here?
You're just a science nerd, Haibara!
Naturally, Hachiko felt offended.
Now that you've interrupted me, I don't even know what to say!
Those were Conan's thoughts. As for saying them aloud...
Of course he wouldn't dare.
Haibara might look harmless now, but she never pulled her punches when she tore into someone.
Haibara's eyelids still drooped like a lazy cat's, but she already understood exactly what was going through his mind.
She thought to herself, *He's probably reacting this strongly