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 this 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 schoolers 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 to his throat. Like a little kid afraid of getting lost, he clutched the hem of Jiang Xia's clothes while covertly glancing at Gin nearby.
Thankfully, the terrifying organization member did nothing—he sat on the sofa, drinking tea and reading a newspaper with a calm expression, not even looking their way. He blended perfectly into the other background-like guests.
Conan: "..." This hurdle had barely been cleared, right?
I'm never going to talk too much around Gin again. Conan let out a breath, secretly relieved. Otherwise, what if Gin notices that I look like Kudo Shinichi, then realizes that I'm far smarter than the other children—maybe even smarter than some idiot high schoolers...
Just as he was thinking that, his head went bang as something struck it.
"?!" Conan abruptly clutched his head, an image flashing through his mind of a Bullet tearing through him and spraying his brains everywhere... But when he looked up, Gin was nowhere to be seen with a gun.
—That sudden attack had merely been Suzuki Sonoko knocking him on the head with a bent finger.
"You...!" Conan's eye twitched furiously. He wanted to