Hearing this, Conan couldn't help lowering his head and pushing up his glasses, a glint flashing across the lenses. An urgent matter? What urgent matter could this suspicious boss possibly have? Could it be...
A guess flashed through his mind, and Conan dearly wanted to find an excuse to go with Amuro Tooru: he could pretend to be a suspicious, stubborn child who worried that Amuro Tooru would drive off after borrowing the car, leaving them stranded on the mountain, so he had to ride along to keep watch...
But before he could phrase it properly, the guilty Professor Agasa was already nodding repeatedly, practically offering up the car with both hands. "Of course, no problem! Go handle your business. We were planning to stop around here anyway, so it doesn't matter if the Rescue Vehicle comes a little later."
Just then, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko snapped out of the collision and suddenly thought of something. He looked at Amuro Tooru in confusion. "Mister, only one tire was damaged, right? Don't you have a spare tire in your car?"
"..." Only then did Amuro Tooru remember that, but instead of looking pleased, he merely walked over to the battered rear of the car and, with a slight exertion of force, lifted the somewhat deformed trunk.
In an instant, some everyday supplies and a tire appeared before everyone.
At first glance, the tire looked perfectly normal. But when Amuro Tooru picked it up and turned the inner side outward, everyone saw a deep crack that had somehow appeared in it.
Amuro Tooru silently stared at the familiar sight. ...I knew it.
"Oh dear, how did it break?" Professor Agasa lamented. "Did some debris cut it just now, and then the car jolted, turning the tear toward the inside?"
"Maybe." Amuro Tooru had already