"Now that you mention it, I think I'm a little hungry too," Xiaolan said, frowning and placing a hand on her stomach.
"Ai, what about you?" Kōyū turned his head and met Ai's icy blue eyes. His gaze softened unconsciously, and he mouthed a few words at the same time.
Sensing Kousuke's hint, Ai, though unsure of his intentions, nodded and echoed, "I'm a little hungry too."
"I also..."
Before Conan could finish speaking, Uncle Mori interrupted him: "In that case, let's go eat first, and then look for a while."
“…” Conan felt offended.
Why doesn't anyone ask him?
He had just finished texting with Kōyū and could naturally tell that Kōyū's suggestion to have dinner was to keep Uncle Mōri nearby so that they could have more time to check on the situation inside the house.
If someone is indeed imprisoned, he will call the police and try to get them out as soon as possible.
When he was texting Guangyou just now, a completely unfounded guess had crossed his mind:
The person imprisoned in the attic is Hattori Heiji, whom they have been searching for.
But then Conan thought that the possibility was too small.
The key point is that he knew Hattori Heiji's kendo skills were very high.
Normally, three or five people can't do anything about him, let alone the other party who is just a slightly overweight and elderly aunt.
If it's all just a misunderstanding, that would be for the best.
Knowing Kōyū's purpose, Conan decided to cooperate with him after seeing his hint, and then the two would discuss their strategy at the restaurant.
Now he finds that his opinion seems to be unimportant.
Whether he goes or not, the final result will be the same.
because...
Nobody asked him.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing Conan's bangs to flutter in the wind, partially obscuring his vision and making it difficult for him to see the road ahead.
The next second, Conan sighed.
...
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