Conan was just about to shout a warning to the still-sleeping Mouri Father and Daughter. But before he could make a sound, the black-clad woman across from him raised a finger to her lips in a gesture for silence.
Then she leaned forward slightly and gently placed an object on the coffee table in front of Conan.
"This is..." Conan froze. "A passport?!"
As if recalling something, he picked it up and opened it. Sure enough, the information page bore the details of "Edogawa Conan."
"..."
This utterly unexpected turn of events left him stunned for a moment. He had just been worrying about going to the United Kingdom, yet now the opportunity had delivered itself right to his door.
It was so fortunate that it felt like a dream.
Yet Conan felt no joy at all. His eyes held only vigilance. ...There was no such person as "Edogawa Conan" in this world.
The fact that this woman could produce these documents not only meant she was an outlaw who forged identification papers, but also that she clearly knew "Conan" was a false identity. She might even know that Kudo Shinichi had been shrunk by APTX4869... Who exactly was she?!
Conan's gaze swept over the passport's date, and his heart gave another startled leap: judging by the timing, these documents had been prepared long ago, not obtained on short notice.
His mind was briefly in chaos, but Conan quickly decided what to do next—he would play the child and extract information first.
He tried his best to put on an innocent, wide-eyed expression. "Big sis, why are you giving me this?"
The black-clad woman looked calmly at him, apparently completely unfooled by his childish façade. Her gaze rested on him as though she were looking at an adult.
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