Listening to the startled chatter of the children in the house, Vermouth could not help frowning. They were clearly only a few hundred meters apart, yet while the people in the other villa were happily preparing for a picnic, the villa occupied by these children was apparently staging an And Then There Were None.
Vermouth: "..." She had found it strange that Uzo had been so quiet just now. To be safe, she had come over to take a look, and sure enough, something had happened.
What exactly was that Little Devil trying to do? And who was this child who had suddenly appeared? Why did he look so familiar with Cool Guy?
There were too many suspicious points. Although Uzo was not here, after some thought, Vermouth still did not rashly step out. She continued hiding quietly in the shadows, intending to find more clues first.
Inside the house.
The emergency call that had failed to go through instantly raised the severity of the situation by another level.
Conan sighed. "Just now, I was thinking this might have been a misunderstanding, but now..."
Halfway through, he remembered something and looked suspiciously at Jiang Xia, asking the scarf-wearing child in a low voice, "You really weren't the one who cut the Telephone Line?"—In his impression, although Anonymous mostly did good deeds, they clearly had goals of their own, and to achieve them, the Anonymouses were often not so law-abiding.
—For example, no law-abiding citizen would repeatedly use Anesthetic Needles to knock out an innocent elementary school student!
Thinking of that, Conan could not help touching the places where he had been pricked with resentment.
"Conan, you're whispering again!" Yoshida Ayumi interrupted her insufficiently united little partner. To keep him from leading the new classmate astray, she said solemnly, "Now