"It seems that the person wasn't a thief, but rather engaged in illegal transactions."
Conan said this very seriously, which was quite rare for him.
She paused for a moment, then looked at Yoruichi Toyama with some surprise.
Why aren't you saying anything?
"Ah..." Yoruichi Toyama finally managed to suppress her laughter and took a breath. "I think you're right."
No, normally in this kind of situation you would say "call the police," okay? ...
Conan thought about it and decided not to remind him of that.
He plans to follow up on this incident himself in order to find out where the black-clad organization is hiding.
If I really call the police, what am I supposed to do?
However, before he could move, Yoruichi Toyama straightened up from her hiding place and casually ruffled his big head.
"You stay here and don't move. I'm going to buy two oranges... no, I'm going to follow that guy and take a look."
"Hello……"
Although he didn't understand the joke, Conan still tried his best to stop it.
Yoruichi Toyama had already walked out first, silently following the burly man in black.
Conan peeked out from behind the partition wall and saw the big man turn and point towards the narrow passageway of the bathroom.
This is indeed difficult to follow.
With Yoruichi Toyama already behind them, it's easy to attract her attention; if I were to appear again...
Moreover, I had just met the big man...
Huh? Could it be that Yuanshan thought of this and was afraid of being exposed, so he took the lead in following him?
Conan is reluctant to admit this.
But some past experiences told him that, being alone and still a child, there were indeed many things that were inconvenient for him to do.
"...One person's strength is ultimately limited..."
This sentence popped into my mind.
It was Ms. Masami Hirota, who had intricate connections with the Black Organization, who said this before she died.
Conan has always felt deep regret because he couldn't save her or find the Black Organization through her.
With this mindset, the step that was about to be taken was pulled back.
Or... let's listen in on what's happening over there in the mountains first...
The heavy footsteps gradually echoed, indicating that they had entered a relatively small and enclosed space.
Was that big man... trying to use the restroom, or was he... checking the "stuff" in his briefcase?
Conan leans towards the latter.
In that case...
Before I could figure it out, another set of footsteps sounded.
Then came the sound of the door closing and opening again.
"Hey? Sir, why are you sitting on the toilet without even taking your pants off?"
"puff--"
Hearing Yoruichi Toyama's serious voice, Conan couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva.
Why would someone take their pants off?
They weren't actually going to the toilet; they were just checking their briefcases, okay?
but……
Conan scratched his head, feeling that something was off.
Before he could react, a muffled "bang" and "thump" sound suddenly came from the bug.
"Oh my god, I can't fall!" Yoruichi Toyama exclaimed inexplicably.
Then, raising his voice slightly, he said, "Alright, the matter has been resolved. Conan, come in here for a moment."
Conan sighed, wondering why this person had suddenly started speaking in Kansai dialect, as he strolled into the bathroom.
In one of the bathroom stalls, the burly man in black, who seemed to be called "Tequila," was sitting on the toilet with his head tilted to the side, leaning against the stall wall. He must have already passed out.
Yoruichi Toyama stood to the side, holding the briefcase with considerable caution.
"How could you..." Conan was momentarily speechless.
This person's behavior is a bit too rough, isn't it?
He was hoping to find clues about the Black Organization through this tequila.
However, Yoruichi Toyama didn't wait for him to finish asking.
"There should be a bomb in this bag."
"Wh-what?"
As the protagonist of the Conan world, Conan is certainly no stranger to all kinds of bombs, but he still grimaced upon hearing this.
A bomb appearing at a press conference with so many people gathered... could it be...?
"Could it be that the Black Organization is planning a terrorist attack?"
"Huh? What Black Organization?" Yoruichi Toyama's words made Conan break out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, he chuckled again and added, "Oh, look at his strange outfit, you think he must be from some organization, right?"
"Yes, that's it!"
Conan's expression changed instantly, revealing a childlike innocence, and he nodded vigorously.
"But how did you know there was a bomb in the briefcase?"
"If it was a bomb, how could this person dare to go to the bathroom and open it?"
Is it a suicide terrorist attack?
Upon considering this possibility, Conan's large head suddenly tingled with unease.
If Toyama had made a move that very night, this place might already be...
Upon imagining that terrifying scene, Conan immediately abandoned his idea of going it alone and reached out to Yoruichi Toyama without hesitation.
"Can I borrow your phone for a moment?"
"Uh, I..." Yoruichi Toyama was actually a little shaken, still holding her precious handbag that she couldn't afford to drop or break, and didn't dare to move much.
"I don't have my phone with me; I left it with my cat."
"What?"
Conan rolled his eyes at him, then took out his armband-style communicator and dialed Ran's cell phone.
"Hey, Ran... Sister, Mr. Toyama and I found a bomb at the venue, call the police immediately!"
"By the way, there might still be terrorists lurking at the scene. Please inform Inspector Megure and have them come secretly."
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