"narcissism."
Conan curled his lips and glared at Kid:
"Just because the FBI and the Japanese police didn't take action, does that mean they are coming for you? These things are totally different!"
"No, actually what Kidd said makes sense."
Sakaki Makoto said:
"Have you ever heard of the term truant?"
"Of course I've heard of it. Isn't skipping class called skipping?"
Conan tilted his head:
"The three of us have been skipping classes lately. Why are you bringing this up?"
"You are only talking about the literal meaning of skipping class. The skipping class I'm talking about is skipping class in the gaming world."
After a pause, Sakaki knew that Conan, the gaming idiot, might not understand what he meant, so he explained:
"In the gaming world, skipping classes usually refers to players using certain bugs or special means to skip levels or bosses that must be passed, thereby saving time or avoiding some boring plots."
"oh...."
Conan nodded, not quite understanding.
"What does this have to do with the FBI and the Japanese police?"
"Stupid, didn't you hear it? Brother Makoto Sakaki is talking about the FBI and the Japanese police trying to skip class!"
"...I know this, but they are just dreaming!"
Conan muttered:
"They definitely can't catch Kidd! Kidd not only knows how to disguise himself, but also has flash bombs. Even Rum can't do anything to him, so how can the FBI do that?"
"That's not wrong."
Kidd grinned, somewhat proudly:
"I won't brag about anything else, but when it comes to running away, I'm their ancestor!"
"Don't forget, the fundamental purpose of the FBI and the Japanese police wanting to skip classes is to target the Black Organization headquarters."
Sakaki Makoto said in a deep voice:
"At present, only we and Akai Mary know the address of the headquarters, but the FBI and the Japanese Public Security Bureau may have learned this information from other channels. Then, if they kidnap one of us, they may get clues about the headquarters of the Black Organization. This person must be the weakest and most critical one in our team."
"Hiroki! Their real target is Hiroki!"
Conan's expression changed instantly. He looked around and found that Hiroki was not with them. He immediately asked:
"Hiroki, where are you?"
"Sister Xiaolan and I are in the restaurant."
As if chewing something, Hiroki said indistinctly:
"The food here is really delicious....I want another serving."
"Aren't you afraid? The FBI and the Japanese police may have already sent people to arrest you!"
"Don't be afraid....what is there to be afraid of."
Hiroki disagreed and said:
"I've survived all the storms, so why should I be afraid of this little setback... When I was in the Sindor Company, my situation was much more dangerous than this. The people who want to arrest me now are at least police officers! Don't worry, even if I'm arrested, I won't reveal any clues to the headquarters!"
With his fists clenched, Hiroki expressed his passionate heart without Sakaki Makoto and the others seeing.
For some reason... Sakaki Makoto could actually hear some excitement and anticipation in his voice... Hiroki seemed to want to play out a heroic scenario where an undercover spy was discovered by the enemy, tortured but refused to tell anyone... "What should we do? Hiroki must be playing around."
Conan looked back at Kyogoku Makoto and Sera Masumi who were standing at the end of the carriage, and said helplessly:
"He really isn't afraid of the FBI and the Japanese police at all..."
"We can't let him fall into the hands of the FBI and the Japanese police."
7—In the a box, Sakaki Makoto stood up:
"I'm going to the restaurant to protect Hiroki. You guys continue with the original plan. If you find anything, notify us immediately."
"clear."
After hanging up the headphones, Conan and Hattori Heiji split into two groups, one followed Mori Kogoro to car No. 7, and the other followed Kuroda Heibei to car No. 9. Kyogoku Makoto and Sera Masumi saw Conan's route and immediately followed him, fully fulfilling their duties as bodyguards.
"Hey, why are they all gone?"
The conductor looked around blankly. The originally crowded carriage was deserted in just a few minutes and became much more empty.
Before Kidd could answer, he heard a soft "click" and several figures walked out of box 8-c.
It was Gin, Rum and the others.
"What...what do you want to do?"
The conductor took a few steps back and stared at Vodka who was walking towards him vigilantly, but before he could take out the walkie-talkie, he was knocked unconscious by Vodka's punch.
"Brother, how do we deal with him?"
"Throw it out the window."
"knew."
Vodka bent down and picked up the unconscious conductor:
"So light... like a skinny guy."
Seeing Vodka open the window and prepare to throw the conductor out, Kidd was stunned for a moment and said quickly:
"Boss, this is not necessary..."
"When did you become soft-hearted?"
Gin gave him a cold look.
"It's not that I'm soft-hearted, but..."
Kidd scratched his head:
"Kuroda Heibei and Maori Kogoro are just going to the front carriage to check the situation. They will definitely come back. During this time, we will inevitably have to ask about the situation through the intercom. If we keep him alive, we can let him fool us and deceive Kuroda Heibei and others to buy time... If Vermouth is fine, there is no need to do this, but now..."
Hearing this reason, Gin hesitated and said:
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