"Dad, do you know anything about this organization?" Conan immediately asked Yusaku Kudo.
Though Conan could be emotionally perceptive at times, his observational skills were exceptionally sharp. Even though Yusaku Kudo had revealed only the slightest hint that something was wrong, Conan had noticed it.
"I do know some things. This organization isn't something you can handle. Listen to me—don't get involved in this."
Yusaku Kudo's expression was incomparably serious and solemn. He was rarely this serious under normal circumstances.
Yusaku Kudo did not want Conan to keep involving himself in this matter. But if he thought saying that would make Conan give up, that was simply impossible.
If Conan gave up that easily, then he would not be himself.
"I have to investigate. I have to turn back."
Conan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and spoke with reddened eyes. If he had not been turned into an elementary schooler, Ran would not be with that guy Hyuga Shin now.
In short, Conan hated them. He hated the people from the Black Organization, and he hated that bastard Hyuga Shin.
And he desperately wanted to turn back—back into the Shinichi Kudo he used to be, rather than the Conan Edogawa he was now.
"I can help you with that. Just stay out of it. It's already good enough that you're still alive, so don't go delivering yourself to them."
Yusaku Kudo understood that organization's methods very well. The fact that Shinichi was still alive and had managed to escape from those people was practically a miracle.
If he went and delivered himself to them again now, he would be a fool. Yusaku Kudo did not want Shinichi to foolishly walk into their hands on his own.
"You don't understand. You don't understand anything. I have to get the antidote