Nakajima Hideaki's Ruthlessness, Conan's Plea for Help [Please Subscribe, Auto-Subscribe, and Get the Full Subscription]

It was 97, 98, or 99.

So.

It had to be one of the two of them.

At some point, you switched your number tag!

After all.

Your numbers weren't far apart.

If they were switched.

You might not notice right away.

So.

Now you need to think of two things.

First, what was your number?

And whose was the current number?

Second, back at the venue.

Did you take off your clothes?

If you did.

Who did you leave them with?

Did he take this opportunity to switch the number tags?"

"It was him!

Takeshita Hironobu!"

Nakajima Hideaki instantly thought of the key suspect!

Then his expression changed.

"Damn it.

He actually wants to kill me with a bomb?

Is that really necessary?

Is the grudge between us really that deep?"

He ranted furiously inside.

Then he took a deep breath.

And adjusted his emotions.

"Little brother, thank you!

If it weren't for you, Uncle would have been in serious trouble."

He spoke with a smile.

At the same time, he took out his wallet.

Then he pulled out a bill and handed it to Conan.

"Uncle will buy you a drink!

Don't tell anyone about this, okay?

Because this is the boss's bag.

If I lose it.

The boss will scold me.

I might even lose my job!"

"Okay!"

Conan took the money and replied cutely.

Then he watched Nakajima Hideaki's back and muttered to himself.

"He only gave me one thousand!

So stingy!"

Conan curled his lips.

Then he hurried after Nakajima Hideaki.

He wanted to see.

How Nakajima Hideaki would deal with Takeshita Hironobu, who had tried to blow him up.

"Want to kill me?

Hmph!

I'll destroy you!"

A murderous glint flashed in Nakajima Hideaki's eyes.

He quickly walked through the venue and soon