Conan quickly realized that it wasn't over yet—the three robbers on the bus had been dealt with, but at least two snipers were still hidden outside.
"Come to think of it, what's the deal with those snipers? It looks like they did a good thing this time and saved everyone on the bus, but..." Conan frowned at the two corpses on the floor and muttered to himself, But such extreme methods really don't seem like something the police or any other righteous people would do.
He was hesitating over whether to remain on the bus or risk investigating the direction the gunmen were in when he happened to glance aside. He jolted in shock. "...Why are you here?!"
A woman lay quietly on the ground beside him—it was the Female Robber he had just taken down with an Anesthetic Needle. Of course, that wasn't the important part. The important part was that another figure had silently appeared beside her.
—The Curly-Haired Gentleman in black who had just been sitting beside him had somehow made his way here. He was crouching beside the woman, lightly holding up her wrist as he examined her "Wristwatch."
"How do you walk without making any noise at all?" Conan sighed, about to say something else, when he suddenly sensed that something was off—the curly-haired man had smiled for some reason, as though he had discovered something very interesting.
A smile should have been a relaxing expression, yet Conan instinctively felt a chill crawl up his spine. He could not help asking, "What is it?"
"Actually..." The man who called himself Kurosawa looked at him, about to speak. Then a hand suddenly reached out from behind and abruptly hauled the curly-haired man to his feet.
At first glance, the person pulling him looked as though he