...Are you messing with me right now?
Fujino wore deadpan eyes as he listened to Kuroba Kaito's somewhat unserious remarks.
After a slight pause, he spoke up, "Or should I really tell those three mad dogs that you're planning to disguise yourself as Suzuki Jirokichi?"
Fujino figured that if they found out, Kuroba Kaito would probably get dropped straight to the ground by a single anesthetic needle, then beaten fiercely on the back of the head with the iron pipe he provided by that punk Hattori Heiji, before being hauled off to the Metropolitan Police Department run by Hakuba Saguru's family by Hakuba himself.
"Ahem, just kidding!"
Kuroba Kaito gave a sheepish smile, a lingering intuition in his heart telling him that Fujino might actually pull that off.
This guy's persona was very complicated...
On one side he was a detective, and on the other, he was a vigilante expert who would resolve the person bringing up the problem at the drop of a hat.
If he botched his act and directly became the target to be resolved, he would be utterly screwed!
The detective group arrived near the Suzuki Museum ahead of time, and also called over Nakamori Ginzo, sacrificing their own deductions.
"What, you're saying Kaito Kid's accomplice has infiltrated the helicopter formation, and is even inside it?"
Nakamori Ginzo and Suzuki Jirokichi both had their eyes light up, and they rushed over to the airfield used for helicopter takeoffs with a whole bunch of police officers.
As for the result...
A young police officer wearing a uniform reported, "No devices were found, nor were any accomplices of Kaito Kid, especially not the old gentleman in the number seven helicopter."
"Huh, how could that be?"
Hattori Heiji let out a surprised sound, "If you ask me, that