After undergoing some sort of psychological treatment—whether it was legitimate or not—Haga Kyosuke only felt even more confused.
To find an answer, the next day, he followed his plan and drove to his parents' graves.
But the moment he got into the car, someone suddenly rushed out from the side, spread her arms to block him, and glared at him with determined eyes.
Haga Kyosuke froze. "You..."
Shitara Renki took a deep breath. "Uncle, we need to talk!"
The FBI agents hiding nearby began speaking quietly over their comms when they saw this. "They've set off."
"No, they're not heading to the outskirts. They're going into the city."
Someone grew wary. "Could it be that 'that person' noticed our intentions and interrupted Haga Kyosuke's actions?"
Another person shook his head. "But rather than having Shitara Renki run out and stop him, wouldn't it have been simpler to order Haga Kyosuke directly?"
James had a different thought. "Perhaps rather than simply telling people things directly, Uzo just prefers using people to relay messages."
"..."
A silence fell. This was how they expressed their utmost wariness and vigilance toward that perverted executive.
Even as they remained silent, they did not forget their work. "Keep up with them. Don't lose them."
At a café in the city.
Suzuki Sonoko sighed heavily as she sipped her juice. "I actually missed such a thrilling case!"—How much inspiration had she wasted? If she'd known, she wouldn't have gone to her club activities.
"But Miss Renki must be devastated, right?" Suzuki Sonoko rubbed her chin as the little theater in her mind began playing. "Could she fly into a rage, plan a case to assassinate Mr. Haga, then kill herself and bring everything to a perfect close?"
Conan: "..." What was perfect about that?! Wouldn't