Even though people died as soon as he walked out the door and running into murder cases was basically a daily occurrence, having this kind of thing happen right after dinner...
His mood still felt pretty terrible.
Good or bad, everything would end up shattered to pieces in the end.
The few of them looked at the bags piled high in the trunk and finally decided to head home to sort things out first.
If they bought anything else, there wouldn't even be room for it.
After all, with fewer people today, Fujino was driving the Taurus, not the Hiace.
While Fujino was strolling around leisurely.
Conan and Hattori sat in a cafe near the hospital for nearly a whole day.
The two of them were trying to figure out how to crack the kid Hondo Eisuke.
Getting him to backstab Fujino had a certain probability, but the chance wasn't very high.
Conan closed his eyes to rest and plunged into deep thought.
With a dark face, Hattori Heiji felt a surge of irritation at the sight of that expression: "This won't work and that won't work either, so just what do you want to do?"
He felt a bit tired in his heart.
I'm just an NPC here to help out.
How did I end up doing hard labor?
Conan slowly opened his eyes, sighed, and picked up the drink cup on the table: "Trying to deal with Fujino is simply too difficult."
"So right now, we can only take an unorthodox path..."
"What do you mean?"
Faced with a puzzled Hattori Heiji, Conan simply spoke faintly: "Make Hondo Eisuke find his sister."
"Find his sister?"
"That's right."
Conan merely nodded at this and began to share the plan he had thought of with his good buddy.