"This is where your dad's scary thing comes in."

Sakaki Makoto said quietly:

"This is an open conspiracy. He's betting that I won't be able to return to Tokyo before tomorrow. Even if I can make it back, he probably has other backup plans. As for notifying the Black Organization you mentioned... Heh."

"Kudo Yusaku knows my position very well. He gave me the chance to turn the tables because he was sure that I would not inform Gin. The key to the success of this plan is not him, but me."

"If I can get back to Tokyo before the stipulated time, this will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The FBI and I can each get what we want. Your father is forcing me to cooperate with them... In this way, the world in which only the Black Organization is hurt will be complete."

"Hmph, that's not bad."

“Is now the time for you to be proud?”

Sakaki glared at him:

"Take off your glasses quickly and see where Xiao Ai and the others are."

"I just tried it..."

Conan spread his hands and said helplessly:

"I can't receive any signal at all. The glasses invented by the doctor can only search for tracking signals within 20 kilometers. They are completely useless if they exceed this range. The other party set out more than an hour earlier than you. I guess they are almost out of Tokyo now. And..."

Conan glanced at the sign flashing by on the side of the road, frowned and asked:

"Are you sure the direction the other party fled was Saitama?"

"It's not Saitama, it's Hokkaido."

Putting out the cigarette, Sakaki drove the car onto the highway:

"Your father said that if I don't catch up quickly, the next time I see Ai I'll probably be in Hokkaido or abroad. They must be heading northeast, and there is only one highway that leads directly to Hokkaido..."

..............................

"Kid! Hey! Kid!"

The light was dim in the shaking truck. Miss Miyano gnashed her teeth in anger as she looked at Kidd, who was tied up like a cocoon but still sleeping soundly in the distance.

She tried to wake him up along the way, but Kidd was sleeping like a dead pig and couldn't be woken up.

"Calm down, calm down..."

Miss Miyano adjusted her breathing and told herself that staying calm was the only way out and panicking would be of no use.

The FBI treated her and Kidd in completely different ways. She was handcuffed to the railing, and her treatment was humane, but Kidd was different...

This guy was searched all over his body, from the soles of his shoes, the lining of his clothes, his teeth to the roots of his hair. If time wasn't tight, Miss Miyano suspected that the FBI would have put on rubber gloves to check his back door...

Not only were all the props taken away, but the FBI was still worried and tied up Kidd tightly with the restraints used on mental hospitals. He also hung him on a hook. The only part of his body that could move was his head.

Even gods can’t do anything about this kind of treatment!

Miss Miyano can't open a lock, so a pair of handcuffs is enough to deal with her. After the pistol was taken away by the FBI, she had no better way, but...

There is another way out. Wake up Kidd and let him down from the hook. With his lock-picking skills, escaping from the predicament is a piece of cake.

But the FBI used some unknown means to make Kidd unconscious for a whole hour. He could not be woken up, so some "special means" were needed.

After observing the distance between the two, Miss Miyano silently said sorry in her heart, and then kicked Kidd hard.

There was no response, Kid just groaned.

Seeing that she couldn't wake up Kid, Miss Miyano could only find a way to escape on her own.

As she was thinking, her eyes drifted to the bottles of mineral water placed on the ground.

The FBI was relatively humane and prepared mineral water for her, but Kidd obviously did not receive such good treatment. He was tied up into a ball, and even if he woke up, he could only stare at Miss Miyano.

but...

When Miss Miyano saw the mineral water bottle, she suddenly had an idea and the corners of her mouth slowly rose.

She reached into her bosom, inside her clothes, and pulled out a small bottle containing white granular powder. Then she bent down and took out a small bag of reddish-brown powder from her shoe.

Then she started tinkering...

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Halfway through, Kidd, who was hanging in the air, suddenly woke up. He looked around and said in confusion:

"Where is this? Why does my butt hurt so much?"

"We fell into an FBI trap."

Miss Miyano looked back at him:

"Do you have a way to get out of this?"

“........”

Kidd squirmed a bit, and when he found that his hands and feet were unable to move, the corner of his mouth twitched:

"Sister, I am a human being. If you ask me to find a solution, you have to give me some space..."

"Then shut up."

Miss Miyano turned her head away, decisively.

"Okay."

With nothing to do, Kidd was very curious about what Miss Miyano was tinkering with. He stretched his neck to look and saw that Miss Miyano was mixing white powder and red powder together and putting them into a small plastic bag.

"What is this white and red thing?"

"Potassium chlorate, red phosphorus."

"............"

Potassium chlorate?

Red phosphorus?

Kidd blinked and his expression suddenly changed:

"Hey, hey, hey, I remember potassium chlorate is a strong oxidizing agent, and red phosphorus is a strong reducing agent! Wouldn't a strong oxidizing agent and a strong reducing agent mixed together explode? Are you making a bomb?!"

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