It seemed that only in this way could they somewhat alleviate the hatred in their hearts.

As Akemi Miyano's blood-stained figure collapsed to the ground, Vodka tugged at Gin in a panic.

"Big brother, someone's coming!"

“It’s nothing,” Gin said, tossing down his pistol and returning to his usual expression. “Let’s go.”

"I can guess where this kind of woman hides her money."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

But another set of footsteps was approaching hurriedly.

The person running in front has a very fast stride frequency; you can tell just by listening to it that they have short legs.

He strode forward with the force of a trained martial artist.

It must be the famous detective and his childhood sweetheart who have arrived.

Yoruichi Toyama, who was lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief.

But immediately a sharp pain shot through my chest, and a salty taste rose up my throat.

...The distance is too close; the bulletproof vest has limited effectiveness!

In her frustration, Yoruichi Toyama cursed Gin's eighteen generations of ancestors, including Kurosawa.

Was it really necessary to fire so many shots?

I just said a couple of sarcastic remarks to you.

Luckily, I made enough blood packs...

Due to the impact of the bullet, Yoruichi Toyama was unable to get up for a while.

But it was also clear that there were no fatal wounds.

A bruise on the chest is inevitable, but that's about it.

The thick, fresh blood that was now flowing beneath him was from flour, syrup, and paint he had bought after drugging the tall man with sleeping pills that morning.

The goal was to achieve a realistic effect so that Gin wouldn't suspect anything.

We also want to thank Conan for arriving in time, which prevented him from having the chance to examine the "corpse".

Meanwhile, Conan had arrived in front of Yoruichi Toyama. Seeing her condition, he turned to Ran and shouted, "Call the police! Tell them there's been a shooting here!"

Having already heard the gunshots, Xiaolan immediately ran in the opposite direction to find a phone.

Conan tried his best to check on "Miss Hirota's" injuries.

Yoruichi Toyama pretended to struggle to sit up, thus avoiding his inspection.

"Are you... Detective Mouri's assistant?"

As Akemi Miyano said this, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

That really hurt...

His disheveled appearance secretly alarmed Conan, giving him a bad feeling.

Therefore, he replied, "No, I am the detective."

"My name is Shinichi Kudo."

Faced with the famous detective who revealed his true identity, Yoruichi Toyama forced a smile of relief.

"Oh, I've heard of you..."

"Then you should have seen... the stolen money left in the hotel..."

Conan nodded heavily: "Yes, don't worry, the police should have arrived by now."

"That's good……"

Yoruichi Toyama struggled to her feet, making a doubling effort, and staggered toward the bay.

"Hey, don't move! You'll..."

Conan, who tried to stop her, was thrown aside by the sudden burst of strength from "Miss Hirota" and could only watch as "she" stepped onto the pier.

"Hey, famous detective..."

Yoruichi Toyama turned around one last time and said sincerely.

"One person's strength is ultimately limited!"

"Remember what I said."

After saying that, his body swayed even more, as if he were falling into the sea involuntarily.