As he agonized over it and kept agonizing... Conan couldn't help starting to lose his nerve.
—He really didn't want to tell this group of FBI agents his identity at all.
"It's not very nice to put it this way, but if Teacher Jodie could be captured once, she could be captured a second time. And if I remember right, James was kidnapped before too. While they were being taken, their intel... who knows how much of it leaked?
"I don't know why Vermouth is willing to help me hide my identity, and that mysterious officer doesn't seem interested in capturing me or Haibara either, but in reality, those two are far from the only people in the Organization.
"For example, Gin. If he really found out that I, this mini version of Kudo Shinichi, existed, he'd definitely put a bullet through my head, then carry his gun around Beika Town and silence everyone who knew my identity, as well as anyone who might know it, all to cover up his previous mistake of failing to silence 'Kudo Shinichi.'"
Conan looked at Jodie in front of him and muttered inwardly, "And to the other officers besides Gin, an experimental subject like me would definitely be a pretty big achievement too... Once my identity leaks from the FBI, I and the people around me will probably face total disaster."
This was too important... Better not tell this muddleheaded woman in front of him.
A string of thoughts flashed through his mind at high speed. In the end, the mini detective smiled and said, "Shrunk? What do you mean, Teacher Jodie? What are you talking about?"
Jodie studied him with a solemn gaze and asked again, "Just now, why did you ask me if I'd heard of the stage?"
Conan kept his