"What just happened?"
"The Kurosawa I was looking for—how was that Gin??"
"Come to think of it, that curly-haired man's surname is Kurosawa, and Gin's surname is Kurosawa too. Why... do they both have that surname?"
When people were terrified, their thoughts often stalled, leaving them frozen stiff.
Conan, though just as frozen, had a storm raging through his mind. Was this the name the Black Organization used publicly when carrying out operations? Or did they just happen to share the same surname?
Kurosawa was not an extraordinarily rare surname, but it certainly was not common enough to be everywhere.
As he frantically pondered the connection between the two Kurosawas, the back of his neck suddenly tightened.
Conan jolted. Oh no, Gin came after me!
Clutching his Stun-Gun Wristwatch, he struggled to turn around, only to see Mouri Ran. The high school girl's fist cracked as she said darkly, "Conan, you ran off again."
Conan: "..."
Why was it you?
No, rather, thank goodness it was you!
Conan hurriedly explained loudly, "That manager uncle said 'Kurosawa' just now. I thought he was going to see the Mr. Kurosawa we know, so I wanted to come play with him. But I got the wrong person."
"Of course you did. Lots of people have the same surname." Mouri Ran carried him toward the stairwell. "You're not allowed to run off again next time!"
Dangling in midair, Conan nervously pricked up his ears and listened for movement behind them.
Not until they reached the end of the corridor did Gin suddenly charge out with a gun and start spraying bullets. Conan let out a relieved breath, still shaken. It seemed his explanation about "mistaking the wrong person" had successfully dispelled Gin's suspicions.
Carrying Conan, Mouri Ran soon returned to the room where