As expected of a high school detective, he finished explaining in no time, leaving Yoruichi with only a moment to roll her eyes.

"You...you can even make phone calls with that arm patch?"

At this point, it's no use saying that you've already asked Amuro Tooru to call for reinforcements. If the police are coming, then so be it. Do you think there are too many people?

This was the first time Yoruichi Toyama had ever seen the Junior Detective League's armbands.

I remember this being a walkie-talkie.

Conan's face turned red for no apparent reason.

"I can only call Xiaolan's cell phone... I don't have a cell phone, so this is more convenient."

“Oh,” Yoruichi Toyama nodded, “Uncle Mori is really something, buying you a cell phone, it doesn’t cost much.”

Conan couldn't help but glare at him.

There's a terrorist sitting right in front of you, what's with this casual tone?

However, looking at the burly man in black, it was unclear where Yoruichi Toyama had struck him; he was completely unconscious and showed no signs of waking up.

I could only give a perfunctory reply: "After all, I'm staying at Uncle Mori's house, so it's not appropriate for him to buy me this and that."

Yoruichi Toyama looked surprised.

"Didn't your parents give that uncle any childcare expenses? They're so rich!"

"They... um?" Conan suddenly became alert, and that childlike, innocent smile returned to his face.

"No! My parents are just office workers!"

"Besides, Yoruichi-nii-san, you shouldn't know my mom and dad, right?"

"I don't know him." Toyama Yoru nodded.

However, the smile on his face made him seem more cunning than a certain elementary school student.

"...Internationally renowned mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo, and former superstar Yukiko Fujimine, who quickly retired from acting after getting married..."

A voice drifted leisurely from the bathroom doorway.

Conan, who was stunned upon hearing these two names, suddenly saw a familiar figure that astonished him.

It should be said that it was a figure that was just beginning to become familiar.

"A-Mr. Amuro..."

After Amuro Tooru pushed the door open and carefully closed the bathroom door, he gave Conan a confident smile.

"Although I don't know your parents, I've heard a lot about them."

"Aren't you right—high school detective, Shinichi Kudo?"

Along with this last sentence, the dark muzzle of a gun appeared.

It was pointed at Conan's head, almost touching his forehead.

Tsk, this guy's gone way too far...

Yoruichi Toyama despised these people for scaring Conan at the drop of a hat, but she was still holding a bomb and dared not make any rash moves.

...It's not that I want to see Conan get his comeuppance, um!

Conan's voice did indeed sound so bitter that he had lost his childlike tone.

"You... Mr. Amuro, you're also a member of that organization, aren't you?"

It was rare that he thought of this connection in such a short time, and Amuro Tooru nodded with some approval.

"Let me reintroduce myself. I am a member of the Black Organization, codenamed Bourbon."

“Gin had long suspected that Shinichi Kudo was not dead, so he sent me to investigate, but I never expected…”

"Conan! Conan, where are you?" Before he could finish speaking, Ran's urgent voice came through Conan's communicator.

"Are you alright? The police will be here soon!"

"Ran..." Conan was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Exposing himself to the organization members would only mean certain death.

But if Ran gets dragged into this... then there's Uncle Mori, and Professor Agasa...

It turns out that regardless of whether they know their true identities, those around them are inevitably destined to fall victim to the organization's ruthlessness...

Conan suddenly felt incredibly regretful.

If you don't heed Professor Agasa's advice to come to the Mouri Detective Agency to look for clues, and then don't tell Ran the truth...

If I could immediately call the police using my father's connections with the police...

If only I could at least run away with my parents instead of staying in Japan to continue solving cases...

Are these people out of danger now?

"Ran, I'm sorry..." Conan blurted out the words without thinking.

He had never regretted his recklessness and arrogance as much as he did now, nor had he ever longed for help as much as he did now.

Going it alone really won't work!

Conan, lost in thought, didn't even notice that the gun pointed at his head hadn't moved.

He was about to continue to talk to Xiaolan about something, to share his farewell words, when the gun was suddenly put away.

"Why did you call the police?" Amuro Tooru asked, seemingly a little annoyed.

Yoichi Toyama tried to shrug, but holding a bomb, she couldn't move. In the end, she could only blink innocently.

"It wasn't me, it was him... And why are you scaring him? I didn't even have a chance to tell you that you'd already called for backup..."

"Alright then, let's head out first." Amuro Tooru made a quick decision and turned to leave.

He took a step, then turned back and winked at Conan.

"Keep this a secret, Detective! Otherwise, I'll tell you, Ran-neechan, that your true identity—the one who bathed with her—is..."

What the heck?!

Conan, who had just escaped death, was still reeling from the shock when Yoruichi Toyama suddenly handed him that briefcase.

"Hold on tight, be careful, this is a bomb!"

After saying that, he turned to leave, but Conan called out from behind, "You...you're in cahoots?"

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