Vodka increasingly felt that this was nothing but an undeserved disaster. "That brat must be a rabid Uzo fan. He actually developed hostility toward me over something so trivial, but I don't even want to be that ghost's subordinate—if I had a choice, I wouldn't even want to be his colleague!"
Conan could not see his expression behind those sunglasses, so he looked worriedly at his classmates, hoping they had not stepped into the Organization's evil trap.
Mouri Ran met his gaze and smiled. "We heard you were having a training camp here, so we came over to join the fun too—these kids are all working hard on rehearsals, so we high schoolers naturally couldn't fall behind."
At the word "rehearsals," Conan's gaze could not help drifting to "Dr. Araide." "..." Tch, his kick had been too slow just now. If he had been faster, more precise, and more ruthless, he could have taken down this suspicious person in time and prevented this strange school doctor from threatening his innocent classmates.
Unlike Conan, whose eyes were fixed on Dr. Araide, his elementary school classmates nearby were staring intently at Teacher Kaibe.
Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko looked at this older brother from next door with indignation. "Don't think you can fool me! We all saw it just now—you tied the other students up in the house. You must be that Villa Vandal from the news."
Teacher Kaibe froze. "Tied up? No... Oh! I get it! Was it because I was teaching everyone vocal exercises just now? The children have mostly memorized their lines, but they're speaking too quietly. The effect will be terrible during the actual performance, so I taught them how to project their voices properly, so they can perform their roles loudly once they step onto the stage."
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