Ai Haibara: She Looks Like a Good Person?

Jodie couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine, inexplicably feeling that the other party was actually capable of doing such a thing.

For example, blowing someone's head off...

Even though we've broken up, for my own happiness...

Jodie secretly decided in her heart. "We absolutely cannot let Shuichi Akai continue to monitor us."

The FBI's activities in Japan cannot be conducted openly and must be carried out covertly.

It would be embarrassing if I got caught by that detective and Metropolitan Police Department Criminal Consultant.

Even if we disregard the FBI's reputation and Shuichi's little brother, we must retreat.

She certainly didn't want to see this on the front page one day:

The Great Detective delivers a fatal blow to a sex maniac.

The report was accompanied by a close-up of a familiar face.

Compared to Jodie, Conan's expression at this moment was much more interesting.

Having noticed the key words, a series of deductions flashed through his mind.

The man in the knitted hat, Shuichi Akai, kept appearing, and he felt that the other party must have some purpose.

And this English teacher in front of you... a chance encounter, then alerting the stalker, and then just happened to run into the stalker?

Is it really that much of a coincidence?

The Washing Machine suddenly felt a crisis surrounding it, and even the English teacher's expression turned hostile.

This English teacher is weird!

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy.

Meanwhile, Fujino watched the two silently from the side, his heart unusually calm.

Conan must have noticed that Jodie was acting strangely and was trying to get information out of Ran.

As for Jodie, she has definitely already started preparing for Shuichi Akai's retreat.

This can be considered the goal he wanted to achieve.

After all, if a man wearing a knitted hat, who looks like he's from America FBI, is loitering around his neighborhood every day, how could he possibly notice anything...?

It's definitely a bit off-putting.

Upon hearing the key words such as knitted hat, Ai Haibara thought of the man she had encountered before, and her delicate body trembled involuntarily.

For an 18-year-old elementary school student who is afraid of organizations, any topic that is related to organizations will make her feel uncomfortable.

In particular, the suspected members of the organization had been staking out near his home for several days.

No wonder she's been so restless these past few days...

She gripped her sweatpants tightly and glanced at the English teacher across from her.

This time there was no strange smell...

He seems like a good person?

That's all.

Detective, child, teacher.

Three actors in one play.

The two ignorant high school girls stood by, looking completely bewildered.

"What? There's a suspicious person right next to you?"

The awkward atmosphere was interrupted by a middle-aged man in a suit at the next table, with a very low hairline. "Money is negotiable. I can give you three times, no, four times. Just don't give those documents to that person!"

Fujino looked at the middle-aged man over there and nodded with interest.

He clearly heard the contents of the call; it was roughly about how the man waiting there had been ripped off and had no choice but to double the price...

It seems the person on the other end of the phone is also a detective?

"Snap!"

All the lights around him went out, and Fujino's thoughts were interrupted by the encroaching darkness.

He looked up and glanced around the restaurant.

After only a short interval, the restaurant lights came back on.

"Power failure?"

Ran, holding her drink, asked a question with a puzzled expression.

"Call!"

Sonoko, who was sitting to the side, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and slumped onto the table, "I thought another murder was about to happen..."

No, it won't happen.

Ran put down her drink and patted Sonoko on the shoulder.

She knew that her best friend had always suspected that she was under some kind of curse.

However, she didn't really believe in curses or anything like that.

So she chuckled softly and comforted them, "How could we possibly encounter a murder case every time..."

"Ahhh—!"

A girl's shout came from outside the coffee shop.

Meanwhile, a new System Task suddenly appeared on Fujino's end:

"Well?"

Ran's smile gradually froze.

Is there really a murder case?

"Snap!"

As if triggered by some signal, Conan jumped off the chair and quickly ran out of the coffee shop, completely forgetting that a suspicious English teacher was watching him.

A group of people arrived at the coffee shop in a great hurry.

Then, a man died on top of the escalator.

The escalator was still running, and the corpse swayed erratically with it.

"Ran, call the police!"

Conan acted decisively, immediately stepping forward to analyze the corpse.

The girl who was called to the emergency number nodded, picked up her phone, and dialed the emergency number.

Meanwhile, Jodie, standing to the side, was sizing up Conan, her glasses gleaming with a cold white light as she looked thoughtful.

Fujino glanced at Conan, then at Jodie, and remained silent.

He's become quite used to Conan's behavior of transforming into a brave bull and charging forward whenever a case arises, without even bothering to pretend.

He sighed, silently stepped forward, and, in the spirit of humanitarianism, reminded them, "Children should not get so close to corpses!"

"But Brother Fujino, this is so strange!"

Conan turned around, clearly not having reached Fujino's location in GTA, and as always, as if reminding Mori and Megure, he said, "This file folder that the old man is holding has markings on it!"

"OX△..."

Jodie, successfully drawn to Conan's attention, leaned over for a look and said in broken Japanese, "This must be the death message, right?"

"Mmm, ah!"

Conan noticed Jodie approaching and quickly nodded in response, "Yeah, I've heard Brother Fujino mention it too!"

Fujino: "..."

Now you realize something's wrong, why didn't you think of that sooner...?

So you're trying to shift the blame onto me again, aren't you?

Fujino took the blame and, acting according to his detective persona, began investigating the body.

Conan, noticing Jodie's presence, decided not to continue investigating the body.

He stepped aside and came over to Ai Haibara's side.

He leaned closer and whispered, "What do you think of that English teacher?"

"Um?"

Ai Haibara withdrew her gaze from Fujino and turned to Conan beside her, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"I remember mentioning it on the bus last time; the man in the knitted hat smelled like an organized crime member..."

Conan asked, "What about that English teacher? Did you smell anything similar on her?"

How would I know?

Ai Haibara gave Conan an impatient look. "Didn't you say you didn't believe in these things?"

Conan: "Hmm..."

He admitted that he was not very convinced until he realized that the man in the knitted hat might be investigating him.

But now...

Conan felt as if a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

The boomerang hit itself!