Gin and Vodka moved in sync, advancing deeper into the Storage Room from opposite sides of the lockers.
Their fields of vision complemented each other, like a loose yet watertight Capture Net that firmly covered the entire room. Even the tops of the lockers were fully within their sight.
Conan estimated the height of the lockers, then recalled Gin and Vodka's heights. A wave of despair rose in him as he realized that his plan to "climb over the lockers and escape while the two of them posed on either side" was probably dead before it could begin.
The only fortunate thing was that as soon as Gin mentioned what was strange about that CD, Conan had sensed trouble and quietly run to the deepest part of the room.
But that had only bought him a little time—there were only a few rows of lockers in this Storage Room. Before long, those two terrifying Men in Black would search their way over and find him, their enemy.
"What do I do..." Conan seemed to hear his brain overheating. He clenched his fists. "I can't just sit here and wait to die. I have to think of something."
As his thoughts raced, the fake child's gaze suddenly fell on the locker beside him.
"!"
Like a tiny lightbulb flashing on in his mind, Conan came up with a brilliant idea.
—Since every route was blocked, why not hide inside a locker?
The lockers here were tiny, with five vertical compartments, each less than half a meter wide and tall.
"Adults definitely can't fit in somewhere this small." Conan slipped into a nearby locker and gently closed the door. "Even Gin and Vodka probably won't imagine that the one setting traps for them is just a 'child.'
"Once they reach this row