Megure's Request

"I think Takagi only said it for the sake of the case. After all, Conan always manages to notice things other people miss..."

Sato Miwako walked over slowly at that moment, bailing Takagi out before turning to Shiratori. "But putting that aside, Inspector Shiratori, how is the bomb disposal going?"

"The Explosives Disposal Team is dismantling it now."

Shiratori withdrew his gaze and raised his wrist to check his watch. "But the bomb looks rather troublesome. It should still take..."

"Inspector Shiratori!"

Before Shiratori could finish, an officer in uniform hurried over and handed him a folded sheet of printed paper. "The bomb has been successfully dismantled. We removed the item you instructed us to retrieve."

"You've worked hard."

Shiratori took the folded printout, unfolded it, and examined it. Then he said to Sato Miwako in a low voice, "Officer Sato, I think you should take a look at this."

"Consultant Fujino was the first to discover it. It was stuck to the sun visor in my car."

After a pause, he continued in a grave tone, "Perhaps this time, you can finally put those memories haunting you to rest."

"The memories haunting me?"

Sato Miwako murmured in confusion as she accepted the printout and glanced at it.

Then her puzzled expression froze, and her face darkened.

The hand clutching the printout tightened unconsciously, crumpling the paper.

"Calm down."

Fujino stepped forward and patted her shoulder. "Don't let anger cloud your judgment."

"I know..."

Sato Miwako took a deep breath, and her tightly clenched hand gradually loosened.

Fujino took the printout from her hand and swept his eyes over the words written on it:

I am the cleanup hitter of the Major League. Extra innings have begun!

The signal to begin the match is noon tomorrow, and it will end