An Old Acquaintance, It Seemed

"So the deceased was your father's old classmate?"

"Yes. Wh-what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Lin Xinyi's expression was complicated as he muttered something incomprehensible. "Being an old classmate of someone Conan knows... that really is a dangerous profession."

Mouri Kogoro had already lost several old classmates.

Kudo Yukiko's old best friends seemed to have had murder cases in their families as well.

Who would have thought that even an old classmate her father hadn't seen in twenty years would now be unsafe?

Come to think of it, Gin, Rum, and the others could all be considered Miyano Atsushi's former colleagues. Who knew whether Conan might indirectly curse a few of them to death too?

"Mr. Lin."

While Lin Xinyi was contemplating the bizarre laws of Conan-science with an odd expression,

Miyano Akemi was thrown into a panic by his furrowed brow and thoughtful look.

"Th-this isn't related to the Organization, is it?"

"Could it be because the Organization found out that I went to see Mr. Dejima, so..."

"Don't worry." Lin Xinyi reassured her gently. "This probably has nothing to do with the Organization."

After all, when the Organization killed people,

they generally drove a van up to the target in broad daylight, rolled down the window, and thrust several pitch-black gun barrels out from inside.

If the target was more important, the van could be replaced with a black Porsche.

If the target was even more important, the handguns could be upgraded in sequence to submachine guns, sniper rifles, grenades, and helicopter rockets.

Using poison, and even deliberately disguising it as "random murders through poisoned drinks," was not the Organization's assassins' style.

"This should just be an accident."

"However," Lin Xinyi asked Miyano Akemi with some concern, "you said that a week before your 'accident,' you specifically went to Dejima Sohei's