What, Are You an Undercover Agent?!

A dim corridor.

Fujino followed at a brisk pace. Green light shone from the eye lenses of his Kamen Rider mask as Gin dragged Vodka along in front of him, fleeing quickly and occasionally firing a couple of shots behind them. They looked rather bedraggled.

In Fujino's eyes, the two of them had already become lambs waiting for slaughter.

At the same time, he felt as though the fate of the entire world rested in his hands.

As long as he rushed forward and slit each of their throats, the main storyline of Conan World would be completely finished, and everything that followed would be utterly changed...

At this point, who else could save these two brothers?

Vermouth, Amuro Tooru, someone else, or Shuichi Akai?

The twenty-odd people he had just killed couldn't possibly win a resurrection match, return as a quantum fleet, and launch a frenzied assault on him, could they?

Or would an earthquake suddenly strike and bury him in the underground station?

That would be way too absurd...

Fujino reined in his thoughts and stopped overthinking it. He decided to give each of them a slash first and see what happened—if no one really came to save them, he would drag the two away and lock them in the Little Black Room.

Part of why he wanted to kill Gin was personal resentment, while another part was to test the theory of "Worldline Convergence."

Still, Fujino felt that killing them with a single slash would be too much of a waste. Compared to killing them outright, capturing them seemed more cost-effective.

Maybe he could even use the truth serum from the Death Note Pen to learn some unknown insider secrets about Conan World from these two.

For example: had Gin ever mixed drinks with Aunt Vermouth or