Judging by appearances, Conan usually looked like a bit of a fool, but that was only what he wanted the people around him to see.
The moment he started thinking, though, he instantly became insanely sharp.
Did they think that soccer-ball-sized head of his was just for show?
He acted foolish only because he did not want to regard the people around him as suspects.
Being a detective was painful... The people around him had no secrets in his eyes. He had to face the worst sides of them directly, and even the impression they had left on him could crumble along with the truth.
That was why he had never wanted to deduce the secrets of the people around him.
Take right now, for example!
Since this matter could not avoid involving Fujino, Conan could not help but reason things through when the opportunity arose, and he ended up arriving at this hypothesis.
A terrifying hypothesis...
"If it really is as I think, then Fujino..."
Countless thoughts surged through Conan's mind, and his expression changed involuntarily as he pondered it for a moment.
He raised his head and glanced at Araide in the rearview mirror. Now isn't the time to think about Fujino... I should deal with Araide's situation first.
At a harbor near Tokyo Haneda Airport's international terminal.
Jodie drove all the way there, drawing Vermouth to the pier. She glanced at the "Araide" behind her, spun the steering wheel hard, and yanked up the handbrake. The Citroën-marked tires screeched wildly against the ground, sending heat haze rippling up. Then the car swung around, its front facing directly toward Tomoaki Araide's car in a head-on standoff.
After getting out of their cars, the two of them launched into a battle of acting skills, neither willing to yield