Downtown Tokyo.
Ten minutes passed. Finally, everything that had fallen from the truck was moved away, the road was cleared, and the workers opened the barricade.
Under the apologetic directions of the construction workers, "Dr. Araide" was finally able to step on the gas pedal and drive off.
As the car went around the corner, the smiles slowly vanished from the faces of the three workers behind it, who had been smiling along apologetically.
All three of them stared in the direction the car had left. A moment later, one of them took out a walkie-talkie. "He's passed through. You can get ready to move."
Downtown Tokyo, a child abduction case was about to occur.
At the same time, aboard the Halloween ghost ship, the many detectives knew nothing of Vermouth's evil plan—they had just rushed from the cabin to the deck and were looking around, searching for the Ghost Captain who was supposed to give them a clue.
Suddenly, something dangling and swaying from the lookout caught everyone's attention.
They focused their eyes and saw the Ghost Captain hanging upside down from the lookout. One of his legs was caught in a rope net, and he was swaying in the night sea breeze like a real skeleton.
"Hiss." Mouri Kogoro looked at this scene in shock. "That acting's pretty realistic. He looks like he's actually dead."
Drip. Drip.
Drops of blood fell from the sky, and one of them landed squarely on his face with a slap.
"Hm?" Mouri Kogoro felt something on his face and casually wiped it. He lowered his head and looked, only to see that his white glove was already stained bright red.
Mouri Kogoro froze. "Th-this..."
Jiang Xia leaned over to take a look and finished the rest of the sentence for him.