"What do we do...?" Ayumi sniffled pitifully, then looked at Genta Kojima, whose face was still smeared with blood from his nose. "Are you okay, Genta?"
"I'm fine." Genta Kojima wrinkled his nose and muttered, "It doesn't hurt that much, hmph..."
Conan struggled lightly. The ropes around him were tied tightly, and there was no convenient way to call for help nearby...
"Who are these people, Conan?" Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who had not taken too many hits and could still stand upright, leaned close to Conan's ear and whispered, "They seem to have guns..."
"The Italian Bandit Group." Conan said with certainty, "I saw the news at noon. Their leader, 'Kabane,' was arrested in Japan, but he refused to reveal where the stolen goods were hidden..."
"That's right, little brother." The sharp-faced man pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Conan, launching into the rambling explanation peculiar to Conan-style criminals. "That guy betrayed us and ran off alone with the gold coins. We only recently discovered that he'd been hiding in Japan, but he refused to tell us where the coins were. We had no choice but to come looking ourselves—you kids have been a huge help."
He lowered his head and pressed the gun against Conan's forehead. "Talk. You definitely know where the gold is! Tell me, or die!"
"Conan..." Ayumi's trembling, tearful voice rang out behind him.
Conan calmly watched the man before him.
They had not found the gold yet, which meant there was still a chance. He...
"Pointing guns at children makes you the lowest kind of bandit..." A male voice suddenly came from above.
The gunman froze and nervously raised his weapon toward the ceiling.
Conan, kneeling on the ground, looked up as well. Someone very familiar was sitting on the beams of the abandoned