The skateboard was not large. Jiang Xia glanced at it, found a place to stand, and stepped on.
Hattori Heiji looked at the cramped remaining space and hesitated. "Three people would be way too crowded." Next time, he would bring a bigger skateboard.
He was about to say that, then squeeze on board with them.
But before he could get the latter half out, Jiang Xia thoughtfully said, "Perfect. You stay here and watch the bomb."
Conan seemed to think carrying two high school boys with adult-sized builds at once would be difficult too. He stomped on the accelerator, and the skateboard shot off with them at a flying speed.
The skateboard's exhaust blasted Hattori Heiji in the face. He raised a hand to wipe the dust from his face, then only came back to his senses after a dazed moment. "Wait, what's there to guard about a bomb? You just don't want to take me with you!"
But Conan had already rounded a corner on the skateboard, leaving his voice far behind. In the blink of an eye, the alley was empty.
Hattori Heiji: "..."
Damn it, there was no way he could stay out of this. He could only run after them.
...But what about the bomb? Was he really supposed to carry it around with him?
While Hattori Heiji was still feeling lost, Jiang Xia and Conan had already sped far away.
They both had good memories. Following the maze-like alleys through twists and turns, they soon reached where the robbers' several cars had been parked.
But fortunes had turned. By the time they arrived, they received the same treatment Hattori Heiji had just gotten—the robbers' cars were pulling away. With a roar, they drove onto the smooth road and vanished in an instant, leaving behind