"Okay, but what exactly should we do?" Hearing Conan's suggestion, Teacher Jodie bent down to discuss it with him in a low voice... then suddenly struck like lightning, grabbing his wrist.
Under Conan's stunned gaze, the fake FBI agent smiled. "Not a bad plan, but unfortunately, you spent too long thinking. You exposed a weakness, just like I did."
As she spoke, her gaze dropped to Conan's phone. "Send a message to your little classmate. She should be tonight's true lead—let me guess, where did she hide?"
"You...!" Conan gritted his teeth and tried to press the switch on his shoes, but Vermouth twisted his wrist, aiming the Stun-Gun Wristwatch at himself. With a biu, Conan was struck in the forehead by a needle and fell asleep with an unwilling expression.
Vermouth caught the fake child as he fell and propped him against the car. At the same time, she reached into her pocket and took out Conan's phone.
Beside her, Dr. Araide frowned at the scene—honestly, he did not quite understand it.
As far as he knew, Vermouth had merely asked him to impersonate Dr. Araide for a few days. Then, she had suddenly arranged to meet him tonight and told him to drive behind her. Vermouth herself had gone to Professor Agasa's house to pick up a little girl.
Then Vermouth had suddenly sent him a question and an answer. He got out of the car and compared answers with the mixed-race little girl, but something seemed to have gone wrong, and Dr. Araide's identity was exposed—clearly because Vermouth's answer had been incomplete. If there was blame to assign, it was not his.
Then, the little girl fell into deep thought. Once she finished thinking, she muttered something under her breath and was knocked out by Vermouth with