Seeing Conan return with a distracted, absent-minded expression, Ran could not help asking with concern:
"Eh? Conan, weren't you going to the bathroom?"
Conan's entire attention was naturally focused on the men in black. As he leaned against the seatback and listened to the sounds behind him, he casually replied:
"Suddenly, I don't feel like going anymore."
Ran froze. That was possible?
Mori Kogoro casually said:
"This brat better not have prostate problems at such a young age."
"Dad, what are you saying in front of Conan?!"
Naturally, Mori Ran was deeply displeased by his unfiltered remark.
Of course, Conan himself had already completely ignored the father-daughter argument.
The carriage was simply too noisy, and they were several meters away from the men in black, so they naturally could not hear any useful information.
Watching Conan jog over to the compartment, wrap a listening device in chewing gum, then take advantage of the men in black leaving to brazenly stick it beneath their seats, Yin Kong could not help sighing inwardly:
Conan was already this bold?
Even with a child's body as a disguise, doing something like that in public was a little too blatant, wasn't it?
Had the influence on his soul already become this obvious?
Or was this high school detective naturally this reckless?
If it was the latter, then the fact that he had safely lived to seventeen before encountering Gin, that living king of hell, meant his luck was actually quite good.
Just then, the adorable Magic Cat had completed its task and brought back the fragment floating behind the two men.
However, although the evil aura on the fragment was merely somewhat strong in Yin Kong's eyes, it was still far too stimulating for the Magic Cat, which was only level five.
Thus, it had