Sato Miwako held Conan and looked at the child, whose personality had changed so drastically, with some confusion. "Who? Who are you looking for?"
"Of course..." Conan was halfway through his excited reply when he suddenly realized something and fell silent awkwardly.
...He couldn't possibly tell the police about the Black Organization without any evidence.
He couldn't use "Brother Jiang Xia" or "Brother Kudo" as an excuse like before, either—leaving aside the fact that the police would never believe a first-grade elementary school student with no backing. Even if they did believe him, as police officers, they couldn't arrest Gin without evidence.
"In other words, saying anything about the Organization now would only alert them and drag these innocent police officers into it..."
Having realized that, Conan could only grit his teeth. Then, while the two officers weren't paying attention, he suddenly ducked down, trying to use his small size to rush in the direction Gin had left.
Unfortunately, before he could take two steps, another hand reached over and grabbed him.
Mouri Kogoro snorted. "Brat, running off again?"
Suzuki Sonoko chimed in from the side. "Exactly! You were just kidnapped, and you still haven't learned your lesson!"
The two enthusiastic officers hurried over as well. "There are a lot of vehicles here, so you must be careful."
Conan, surrounded by four people: "..."
He touched the Stun-Gun Wristwatch on his hand and remembered that it contained only one Anesthetic Needle. He couldn't help feeling annoyed. Why couldn't the Professor work harder and turn the Anesthetic Needle into a rapid-fire model, making an anesthetic Gatling Wristwatch?
Just as he was making a futile struggle, Conan's gaze suddenly sharpened. From the direction Gin had left, a familiar Porsche 365A drove out.
As the black car passed through the intersection, the person