No one cared about Hattori Heiji's inner struggle. After all, compared to fish or no fish, what mattered more right now were the many traps before them and the vicious "Villa Vandal" lurking in the woods.
Of course, Mr. Yamada, the victim who had "twisted his ankle," also needed some attention.
Under everyone's watchful eyes and with Jiang Xia's enthusiastic support, "Mr. Yamada" limped back into the villa with the others.
"Mr. Yamada's ankle must really hurt." Following behind Jiang Xia, Mouri Ran whispered to her two female classmates, "Look at all that cold sweat."
Suzuki Sonoko and Toyama Kazuha nodded sympathetically.
Conan looked at Vodka's ankle, then at how drenched in sweat he was: "..." He could even fake cold sweat? This guy's acting was terrifyingly good. Was the "Vodka" Haibara knew really the same person as this Vodka? Could he actually have a deeply hidden twin?
"Though maybe he really did twist his ankle." Conan rubbed his chin, staring at Vodka's pant leg. "If so, I might be able to use that to get some clues for tracking him..."
The moment he thought that, he suddenly realized something. His unfocused gaze instantly sharpened. "No, I can't act rashly! I can't keep judging Vodka through the lens of the past. This guy's abilities in every respect are unfathomable. I need to deal with him with the same caution I use for Gin."
As Vodka walked, he kept feeling a chill down his back. He suspected someone was plotting against him, but he had no proof.
"...But do I even need proof? Uzo is standing right beside me, and that bloody hand of sin is still holding up my poor arm!"
For a moment, Vodka really wanted to throw away that arm and get as far away from both