Conan: What Is Wrong with Yusuke Kitagawa?

"Hello? What is it?"

"I'm the one who stole that batch of explosives from the Eastern Ammunition Depot."

"What?!"

"If you don't want to lose your only way of contacting me, give me your cell number..."

Standing at the entrance to the lab, Ai Haibara listened to the commotion in the living room. Only after Conan rushed out of Professor Agasa's house did she quietly hang up the phone in her hand.

As soon as she had heard the conversation begin, she had called Tangze and silently let him listen to the whole thing. Then she hung up without saying a word.

She knew Tangze had a tracker on Kudo.

But in an emergency like this, Kudo would never ask anyone else for help. If Tangze failed to react right away, even a small problem could turn serious.

"Oh, Ai, are you done with your experiment?" Professor Agasa put back the receiver Conan had abandoned. Noticing the little girl coming up from the basement, he greeted her, then glanced worriedly toward Conan as he disappeared down the street.

The caller had spoken quietly throughout. Professor Agasa had only caught a few phrases, like "those kids are in trouble" and "greenery park." Hopefully it was nothing too serious...

Professor Agasa quickly dialed Inspector Megure. Ai Haibara glanced at him and walked past in her soft cotton slippers.

In the kitchen, she set her coffee cup beside the refrigerator and looked down at her phone as it chimed with a message.

OK, got it.

She turned off the screen, shrugged off her lab coat, and rolled her shoulders. "Yeah, the culture's growing nicely. No need to worry."

"Tsutsumi Mukogawa Greenery Park..."

His skateboard tore along every shortcut he could remember. Conan muttered the address the culprit had given him as he