Ai Haibara: If You Want to Make a Move, Then Do It!

Fujino leaned against the door, raising his head slightly.

After a moment of silence, he reached out and removed his mask, revealing a handsome face beneath the hood.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his face and enveloping the white robe he wore.

He turned around and kicked the wooden door behind him hard.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open with tremendous force and slammed into the room.

Ai Haibara was startled and turned around abruptly, only to see a figure standing outside the door.

A pristine white robe fluttered gently in the breeze, and the white figure was bathed in moonlight.

Although the room was fairly well lit, she couldn't see the face under the hood.

The white hood acted as a barrier, preventing light from penetrating the boundless, dim grayness beneath it.

"You..."

Ai Haibara stared at the figure before her, her eyes widening slightly. She had a feeling that this person was familiar.

"Get a good night's sleep..."

Fujino used the voice changer to make a muffled sound and slowly walked towards Ai Haibara.

At the same time, he flipped his hand and took out Bat Dart from his Pocket Dimension.

"Are you part of the organization?"

Ai Haibara and shook her head with a wry smile.

Why did she have that wishful thinking just now, "Could this person be here to save me?"

That's strange.

She sighed, took two steps back, then stopped, raised her head, and re-examined the white-robed man in front of her with a newfound determination in her eyes.

Ai Haibara: "Go ahead and do it if you want!"

Fujino: "..."

This scene seems a little familiar.

Since he had said that, he took action.

Before she could even catch her breath, Fujino grabbed her arm.

With a light flick of her Bat Dart, she left a shallow cut on the back of her hand.

Her mind was foggy, and her eyelids felt as if they weighed a ton.

A feeling of powerlessness washed over her, and her petite body collapsed to the ground.

"Leave the rest to me."

Fujino reached out his arm, put it around her back, and gently lifted her up.

Ai Haibara squinted, feeling as if she had returned to that rainy night.

He did not resist, but simply closed his eyes slightly, feeling a familiar sense of security.

Her body curled up slightly, and her hand involuntarily grabbed the hem of her robe and tugged at it.

Like a sleeping baby.

"Hey! Haibara, hurry up and answer me! They're already at the hotel entrance!"

Just then, a sound came.

Fujino looked down at the sound and saw a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

It must be Conan's glasses...

"It even has communication capabilities. As expected of Professor Agasa."

He sighed, silently walked forward, stomped on the glasses until they were crushed, and then ground them into dust.

Gin and Vodka should be downstairs now.

They'll be up in a bit.

He remembered that Pisco should not have revealed the news of Ai Haibara shrinking yet.

However, just in case, we still need to put on a show.

To prevent the fact that Ai Haibara Alcohol Company.

He remembered that there should have been baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) here.

"If I work for nothing..."

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Fujino, holding Ai Haibara, turned and scanned the warehouse.

Soon, he discovered the pile of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) on the shelves.

He reached out and took the white liquor, glancing at Ai Haibara in his arms.

She was already fast asleep, but the Bat Dart were still incredibly effective; she probably wouldn't wake up for at least thirty minutes.

"Thirty minutes should be enough."

Fujino unscrewed the bottle cap with one hand, pinched her nose, and poured the baijiu into her mouth.

After doing all this, his spirit, which he had left in the Soul Lotus, stirred slightly.

Wearing a black robe and a mask, Hun Ou, who was waiting on the rooftop, leaped down from the chimney.

"Thump!"

Suddenly, a sound came from the fireplace behind me.

Fujino turned around, plucked a hair from Ai Haibara's head, and then handed it to Soul Lotus.

Soul Lotus took Ai Haibara from her, walked slowly back to the chimney, and leaped back to the rooftop with Ai Haibara in her arms.

"Next, it's time to settle accounts with those guys at the Alcohol Company..."

Fujino activated Hawkeye, "That old man's codename should be Pisco, right?"

Meanwhile, Gin and Vodka had arrived at the hotel and went up the stairs to the storeroom.

"Pisco isn't here..."

Vodka surveyed the kicked-down door and the empty storeroom, muttering to himself, "We agreed to meet in the parking lot in thirty minutes, but this guy didn't even send a message. All I found through the transmitter was a computer... But come to think of it, what's he doing in this liquor storeroom?"

"This is probably something he prepared just in case."

Gin glanced around, his gaze lingering on a strand of brown hair by the fireplace. "If something unexpected had happened, he would have hidden the body here..."

"Big brother, there are police everywhere outside."

Vodka said, "We'd better get out of here quickly."

"Um..."

Gin didn't say much, pondered for a moment, and then planned to leave the scene with Vodka.

But just as he stepped out the door, he immediately turned around and headed upstairs.

"Brother, that's the way upstairs."

Vodka reminded him, "The way downstairs is this way."

"Hmph... Sherry is on the roof."

As Gin climbed the stairs, he sneered, "The door is open, probably to mislead us... There's that woman's hair in front of the fireplace; she's probably trembling on the roof now, waiting for us to leave so she can escape."

"They're practically courting death."

Vodka chuckled, "If that's the case, then all we need to do now is go to the rooftop, and that woman will have nowhere to escape. You truly are a great leader."

"The rooftop of Feixue is quite suitable for executing traitors."

Gin turned to look at the snowflakes drifting outside the window. "White snow dancing in the night, stained with deep red blood, how beautiful..."

He paused, then gave a cold laugh, "Sherry, I've missed you so much."

On the other side.

Fujino, using his Eagle Eye Vision to determine the location of most of the vital signs, had already located the place where the police were interrogating the people attending the memorial service in the hotel.

Along with that, they also found Pisco's location.

Pisco is an old man with gray hair, wrinkled skin, and always has a cigarette in his mouth. Although he is over fifty years old, he is still as energetic as ever.

He walked out of the interrogation room, intending to return to the storage room to continue guarding Sherry.

But just as he turned a corner, a white figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Just as he was about to turn around and retaliate, a gleaming silver blade was pressed against his throat.

Behave yourself.

Fujino held up his hidden blade and said in a deep voice, "Pisco."

"?!"

Pisco was stunned and glanced at the silver-white blade, cold sweat pouring down his back.

He didn't understand who this guy in front of him was, or how he knew his identity.

Despite considering himself a capable member of the organization and a veteran of several decades, he did not want to do anything that violated the organization's principles.

But he knew one thing: the other party was definitely not lying, and if he wasn't honest, he really would die.