All the World's Fault

"You get scared too?"

Through his bat mask, Fujino watched Conan's frightened expression and could not help but sneer. "When you kicked those two guys' helmets just now, I sure didn't see you being scared."

Conan: "..."

The hidden blade was practically pressed against my face. How could I not be scared?

Why don't you try holding a hidden blade to your own neck?

Conan could not help complaining inwardly, but he did not dare voice a single grievance.

It was not that he was afraid.

Conan was super brave, okay?

Well, mainly because he really had kicked the wrong people.

The Detective Boys had committed a grave sin this time.

"Forget it. Strictly speaking, this wasn't really your fault, so I'll let you off today."

Seeing Conan like this, Fujino did not pursue the matter further. He turned around, spread open his robe, walked to the parapet, and prepared for a Leap of Faith.

When Conan kicked people, he could usually hit whatever he aimed at...

Though he did miss sometimes, those were all cases where his targets had actively dodged.

According to Conan's explanation, he had kicked wide today because the flashbang had affected his Eustachian tubes. Then, after being stuck in the cabinet for too long and suffering from oxygen deprivation, the soccer ball he kicked afterward had gone off course.

And while that ball had made him turn around to look at Conan, the people from Ambus Tella Industry had arrived, allowing Gin and Vodka to escape.

It was unreasonable, yet somehow perfectly reasonable.

It had to be Worldline Convergence causing trouble again.

So, strictly speaking, it was not Conan's fault.

Yeah, it was all the world's fault.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Beika Batman was about to leave, Conan immediately shouted, "There are some things I want