Hashimoto Maya's thoughts were a tangled mess. Come to think of it, unlocking handcuffs is a magician's basic skill. Could this guy suddenly escape on the way to the Police Station and give Lord Uzo a surprise? But can a fugitive like that really work part-time? What if the police come knocking afterward...
No matter what, a serial Murder Case seemed to have come to an end.
As usual, the police were busy with the aftermath, while the high school students quietly discussed the case as they headed back to their rooms to pack, planning to take the next Silver Meteor back to Tokyo.
As they left the lounge, Conan's heart rose into his throat. He clutched Jiang Xia's hem like a little kid afraid of getting lost while secretly glancing at Gin nearby from the corner of his eye.
Thankfully, the terrifying organization member made no move—he sat on the sofa drinking tea and reading the newspaper, his expression calm. He did not even look their way, blending perfectly into the other guests, who were like background scenery.
Conan: "..." Had he barely made it through this Guan?
Next time, I'm never going to talk too much around Gin again. Conan breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing. Otherwise, what if Gin realizes I look like Kudo Shinichi, and then realizes that I'm far smarter than the other kids, even smarter than some idiotic high school students...
Just as he thought that, his head went thunk as it took a blow.
"?!" Conan abruptly clutched his head, an image flashing through his mind of a Bullet piercing his skull and brains splattering everywhere... Yet when he looked up, he did not see Gin holding a gun.
—That sudden attack had merely been Suzuki Sonoko rapping his head with a