The dog in question did not want to go for a walk, so everyone took John and ambled back to Lawyer Tachibana's villa.
On the way back, Conan tilted his head back and glanced at Curacao's back, the wariness in his eyes growing even stronger.
Just now, Ran had chased the dog in sneakers and still had a hard time of it, yet this female lawyer, wearing a pair of heeled shoes, had kept up with Ran effortlessly across this uneven wilderness without even panting. Suzuki Sonoko, who was also wearing little leather shoes, had not only fallen far behind, but had even leaned against a tree and gasped like a dying dog for ages after she arrived. Compared to her, this Miss Shirai's stamina really did not seem like that of a... Thunk!
"Hiss!" Conan was suddenly hammered by a dark hand, scattering his thoughts. He clutched his head and turned back with a grimace, only to discover it was actually Suzuki Sonoko.
"What are you doing!" the elementary school student protested.
Suzuki Sonoko looked him around suspiciously. "I just felt like the look you gave me just now was kind of asking for a beating..."
Conan remembered what he had just been thinking and felt slightly guilty. He turned his head and, like a real elementary school student, bounced away while putting on a show.
Curacao took all this in and secretly nodded. "..." Vodka was right. Uzo's minions were not always that harmonious with one another. Although their conflicts were all extremely limited, grasping this point might come in handy at a critical moment...
While an Organization Cadre was secretly recording things of absolutely no use.
On the other side.
"That's the end of extracting information?"
The male secretary, busy with other things, stole a moment