Vodka looked at Conan: "..." Only immense pressure could produce immense progress. No wonder this brat was always running into danger... Come to think of it, he was only seven years old. If this kept up, just how far would he grow?
Thinking of that alarming future, Vodka instinctively wanted to report him to Gin and have that reliable big brother nip everything in the bud.
But his hand had nearly reached his phone when he suddenly remembered Gin's attitude toward Uzo, as well as the appreciative look in Brother Gin's eyes whenever he saw those dramatic murder cases... Vodka took a deep breath and restrained himself.
"No." Vodka thought, "What if Brother Gin sees a Ghost and decides this brat is part of the organization's future too, then starts looking after him?"
"At this point, all I can do is hope Uzo's training gets harsher, and that he accidentally causes this hateful little seedling to wither prematurely—just like Uzo's suit-and-sunglasses subordinate, who got tormented until he had less than two years left to live."
Beside him, Conan felt gusts of cold air drifting over his back, as though someone were plotting against him.
He really wanted to glance at Vodka, but he was afraid of exposing his identity, so he could only pretend not to notice and suppress the urge.
Ezaki Sachiko looked at the unlucky child who had suffered in place of her stepson, sighed, and fetched the Medical Kit to bandage him.
Taking the opportunity, Conan ended the previous topic and sat obediently on the sofa.
Seeing that the child had calmed down, Inspector Megure nodded in relief.
Although the children had returned safely, since there had been a kidnapping, the kidnappers had to be investigated. He asked Conan, "Do you remember what happened before that?"
Conan