[The first officer forced out a kind-hearted smile and slowly closed in:]
["Little kid, this is no place to play. Are you lost? Do you need uncle to help you 'properly' find your grown-ups?"]
[Conan's heart hammered wildly, but his face instantly switched to an innocent and terrified child expression. As he retreated, he stammered:]
["Uncle, I'm lost, but I agreed with my grown-ups that if we get separated, I'd come to this technical room with the lights on and wait, and they'll come find me right away!"]
[The first officer's expression changed abruptly, his smile vanishing completely in an instant.]
[This brat was lying! Furthermore, he was clearly tinkering with equipment just now! He absolutely could not be left alive!]
["Looks like you won't shed a tear till you see the coffin!" He let out a low roar and lunged fiercely forward with exceptional agility!]
[Conan had been prepared for a while, dropping low into a sliding tackle to drill past the first officer's crotch by a hair's breadth, then sprinting without looking back toward the ajar door!]
["Stop right there!" The first officer roared furiously, turning to give chase in a rush. In the narrow hallway, Conan's short little legs obviously could not outrun an adult, and he looked about to be overtaken.]
["Conan! Conan, where are you?!"]
[At that moment, Ran Mouri's anxious shouts pierced through the thick fog, coming closer from afar.]
[Hearing it like heavenly music, Conan yelled at the top of his lungs: "Ran! I'm over here! By the communications equipment room! There are bad guys!!!"]
[Ran Mouri's figure instantly broke through the thick fog, appearing at the end of the hallway. Seeing Conan being pursued by the first officer, her expression darkened: "Conan! You child! How could you be so mischievous? With this