Vodka was sweating buckets, but beside him, other people were starting to lose their cool too.
Conan: "..." Crap. If the one being asked to chop someone was an ordinary citizen, they probably wouldn't be able to do it. But now, the executioner the culprit had picked was an evil member of that evil organization!
"Vodka may look like he's in agony and torn apart, but if he really has to sacrifice someone else for his own sake, he definitely won't hesitate. That expression he has now is just him putting on a show... The case is clearly already over. We can't let another tragedy happen!"
Thinking this, Conan quietly opened his Anesthetic Watch.
Beside him, Hattori Heiji hadn't expected things to develop like this either. Seeing Conan's movement now, he finally came to his senses and hurriedly worked in tandem with this Tokyo classmate.
"Actually, actually, staying alive is the greatest punishment for him!" Hattori Heiji racked his brains, scraping together lines that could draw Senior Toyono's attention, and pointed at the old doctor beside them:
"Do you think the people who survived are really happy? Look at him—because of what happened three years ago, he's been carrying a heavy sense of guilt all these years. He's become so worn down that even his hair has gone white."
Senior Toyono gave a cold snort. "You think that's because of guilt? That's because he's old enough to have become like that! Stop wasting words. I'm counting down five more numbers. If that coward who only knows how to yell for help still doesn't make a move, then all of you can go join Keiko in death!"
A blue vein popped up at Vodka's temple with a biu. "..." What do you mean, coward who only knows how to yell for