Once he had a plan, Vodka walked toward an inconspicuous side door, intending to observe the situation outside first, then circle around to Jiang Xia's window as quickly as possible, take a glance, and return.
At the same time.
On the other side, two other people were also quietly approaching the same side door.
Conan listened in every direction and watched all around as he and his Anonymous teammate silently neared the side door, hoping to slip into the villains' den and use their landline phone to call the police.
Just as they were almost there, there was a sudden click. Someone gently turned the handle from inside and opened the room door.
Both sides ran into each other in a narrow encounter. Conan started, his eyes snapping up. When he saw the figure clearly, his heart lurched: Vodka. It was actually Vodka! Why was a cadre of that evil organization here?!
In an ordinary villa serial disappearance case, the organization was actually involved... Things had developed completely beyond Conan's expectations. Deeply shaken, he felt that the plan he had just made had to be overturned entirely.
But before he could figure out what to do next, the little boy in the scarf beside him suddenly raised his hand, and a streak of cold light shot from his fingertips.
Almost at the same time, Vodka, who had opened the door warily, sensed something. He abruptly pulled back, cold sweat breaking out as he slammed the door shut with a bang. With a thunk, the anesthetic needle that had flown out struck the door frame at the same moment, then shattered into fragments under the force of the impact.
That brief face-to-face instant sent both of their heart rates soaring.
Vodka stood behind the door. Remembering the attack just now—what