Meanwhile, Mouri Ran, Suzuki Sonoko, and Conan all made it home safely.
Although the high schoolers had gone through two cases in a row tonight, perhaps because there were not as many unseen enemies around, the three of them were in better spirits than Vodka, who had only gone through one case.
After washing up, Conan pretended to lie down and sleep.
In reality, amid Mouri Kogoro's snores, he quietly opened the door, slipped downstairs, and took out his phone.
Conan: "..." Without realizing it, the Black Organization's influence had already seeped into somewhere so close to him. Vodka had even become Jiang Xia's assistant...
If Vodka had been targeting him, Conan would have tried to handle it on his own.
But now, this was clearly no longer just his problem—one wrong move could cost an entire street their lives.
So...
Using the light filtering in from the street lamp, Conan tapped on his phone, scrolled through his address book, and found his father—Kudo Yusaku's number.
The last time Kudo Yusaku had come looking for him, Conan had proudly refused his elders' help because he did not want to return to the United States with his parents.
But after so much time, after being worn down for so long beside that terrifying spoiler machine called Jiang Xia... Conan had become much more easygoing, and his principles had gradually become flexible.
—Compared with an ending where everyone got wiped out, what was wrong with leaning on his parents a little?
No matter what, achieving his goal without resorting to murder or arson was the best way to handle things.
For something this major, rather than blindly making a choice while facing a dilemma alone, he might as well try contacting Interpol or the FBI through Kudo Yusaku—perhaps they knew