Amuro Tooru narrowed his eyes and looked over, spotting a sidecar motorcycle—a high school student and an elementary school student were riding it, talking as they sped toward this direction.
...Was Jiang Xia street racing again?
The thought instinctively flashed through Amuro Tooru's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. It did not look like it, and even if this sort of motorcycle had been modified, it would be hard-pressed to match the speed of a modified two-wheeler. Jiang Xia was probably not very interested in it.
"Hide for now."
Amuro Tooru did not want any unnecessary complications. He slipped into the shadows to one side and signaled for Kazami Yuuya to hide as well.
On the sidecar motorcycle.
The Phantom Thief and the Detective, busy bickering, had no idea that spectators were lurking ahead.
Kid glanced at the Stun-Gun Wristwatch Conan was holding up. "Aren't your arms tired from keeping that thing raised? You're not planning to stick me with it, are you? At this speed, if I really fall asleep, we'll only end up in mutual destruction."
Conan said calmly, "Don't worry. I won't shoot before this motorcycle stops. I've already contacted Inspector Nakamori and am reporting our location to him in real time. You have two choices now—
"First, stop, then let me put you to sleep. Second, refuse to stop, then crash into the police barricade. I suggest the first option. At least you'll look a little more dignified when you're arrested."
Kid sighed. "You little brat, why do you have to pick on Phantom Thieves every day? Can't you learn something from Jiang Xia?"
Conan said, "I'll visit you in Prison later, and Jiang Xia will come too. All right, which one are you choosing?"
"Neither." Kid suddenly smiled. "Did you know old man Suzuki