Conan stared at the plastic flower bud on the hospital counter and, pinching his voice into an innocent child's tone, said, "Why is this... this... huh??"
The police officers were drawn by the commotion and looked over. "What's wrong there?"
Conan said, "This..."
Where was the Listening Device inside this flower bud? Where had it gone?!
He suspected he had missed it somehow, but after turning the innocent fake flower over and over, he still found nothing.
Under everyone's curious scrutiny, Conan gradually broke into a cold sweat. If he dragged this out any longer, it would surely arouse suspicion. He could only maintain the same tone and stiffly say, "Th-this flower has been hanging here for so long after being picked, but it hasn't withered at all. That's really strange."
The officers, who had thought he was about to say something important: "..."
A brat was still a brat. Inspector Megure shook his head helplessly. "It may look realistic, but it's a plastic flower. Of course it won't wither. All right, stop damaging the hospital's property. Let's go."
Conan did not want to leave, but he was also worried that insisting on staying would expose him. After weighing it for a moment, he could only force a smile under the reliable inspector's watch and leave the hospital to get into the police car.
After the police car had driven a long way away.
Conan: "..." Where was the Listening Device? The Listening Device Vodka had most likely installed??
To avoid alerting the enemy, he had carefully slipped out of the hospital when he went to call the police over.
After sending the message, Conan had returned to the lobby. From then on, his eyes had never left that fake flower containing the Listening Device.
"Could Vodka have taken the