Okiya Subaru muttered to himself, "Today, I deviated significantly from my original route. That should have given them a good opportunity. But in reality, no one has found me even now...
"Besides the Transmitter I threw away, this must also have something to do with my missing car. Compared to me, my car is bigger and far more conspicuous. If we appeared in Tokyo at the same time, the chances of it catching the FBI's attention would definitely be higher than those of an inconspicuous passerby.
"Come to think of it, did I blame Conan unfairly this time? That kid actually helped draw away the FBI's attention..."
Thinking of this, Okiya Subaru silently decided to bring Conan a bag of candy next time they met, as thanks. Although the child looked utterly unlike an ordinary kid, some instinctive preferences should be hard to resist—what child didn't like candy?
"No, wait!"
Just as his gratitude had begun to take hold, Okiya Subaru suddenly realized: if not for that email from Uzo, none of this would have happened today in the first place!
"..."
"Forget it. I'm his subordinate. Helping him with a little work is only natural—strictly speaking, Uzo-sama contacts me far less often than my mentor does."
Okiya Subaru sighed soundlessly, forcefully correcting his mindset. "At least I haven't been reduced to one of those pitiful disposable tools. And... strictly speaking, the day isn't over yet. I should wait until I get home safely before worrying about these headache-inducing aftermaths."
The graduate student, who had been busy for an entire day and night, shook his head and hurried home.
Meanwhile.
Inside the left-hand-drive car.
"You sure aren't shy about ordering people around, kid. You're pretty good at it," the driver said with a laugh toward Jiang Xia. "But we're