Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Hattori Heizo's words struck Konoe Taisho's heart like a heavy hammer.

He finally remembered the cold handwriting and dried tear stains on that note...

"Goodbye" is not "see you later," but "farewell forever."

Commander Konoe's face instantly turned deathly pale, as if all the strength had been drained from his body, and he slumped into the deformed chair.
"No...no...Young Master Jia...I...what have I done...I'm still helping her...I actually..."

Regret and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Heizo Hattori ignored the collapsing Konoe Daisuke and used all his strength to finally kick open the twisted car door a crack.

Hattori Heizo's arms were trembling slightly as he opened the car door.

The residual pressure from the airbag made his chest feel tight, and he coughed twice before he could catch his breath.

Konoe Daisuke, who was in the passenger seat, was still being held down by the airbag, his face pale as he muttered to himself, but Hattori Heizo had no time to pay attention to him.

Every minute and every second is crucial now.

If she had been a step too late, Yoshiko Ono might have made an irreparable mistake.

Hattori Heizo shook his heavy head, ignored the weak cries of the Imperial Guard behind him, and sprinted towards the private hospital.

The night wind, carrying a chill, stung his sweaty forehead, yet it only made his thoughts clearer.

He could imagine Ono Yoshiko's resolute determination at this moment, and he could guess what she was going to do. He had to stop her before she could make a move!

The hospital lights stood out starkly in the night, like a solitary island standing in darkness.

Hattori Heizo ran wildly, the pebbles under his feet hurting his soles, but he didn't feel it at all, only thinking about going faster and faster.

……

At the same time, outside the intensive care unit on the seventh floor of a private hospital, two police officers were chatting idly against the wall.

The soft lighting in the corridor couldn't dispel the weariness on their faces.

The tall police officer let out a long yawn, and a few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, his voice heavy with weariness: "I don't know when the minister will send someone to relieve us. It's almost midnight, and my eyelids are practically glued together."

"Don't even think about it, it's probably impossible today."

The slightly overweight officer shrugged, leaned against the wall, and put his hands in his pockets.
“I just called the office and heard that in order to find evidence that Mito Shinzo returned to the hotel, everyone except the office clerical staff has been sent out by Minister Ikenami to conduct investigations. We should just stay here and keep watch.”

"This bastard!"

The tall police officer glanced at Mito Shinzo lying on the bed through the observation window on the ward door, his tone full of disdain.

"Do you think this guy is really unconscious, or is he faking it? I think he's just pretending to shirk responsibility!"

"Who knows?" the chubby officer said nonchalantly. "Whether he's really unconscious or faking it, our job is to keep an eye on him. Even if he's pretending, I don't believe he can keep it up forever. He'll wake up when he can't keep up the act anymore."

The two chatted casually, their conversation ranging from work to family and then to the recent ball games.

Just then, a female nurse wearing a white nurse's uniform and a blue mask walked over lightly, carrying a tray with several medicines on it.

She was slender and walked almost silently. Her mask covered most of her face, leaving only her eyes visible.

The two officers glanced at her but didn't think much of it. It's normal for patients in the intensive care unit to need regular dressing changes and checkups.

The tall police officer straightened up, reached out and opened the door to the ward, then stepped aside to let her in.

The nurse nodded slightly, said nothing, and carried the tray into the ward.

Upon entering the ward, she did not immediately go to the bed. Instead, she walked to the bedside and pulled the hanging curtain to both sides, completely blocking the view from the observation window outside.

The two police officers at the door saw what happened, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

In their view, it's perfectly normal for nurses to draw the curtain when changing dressings to protect patient privacy.

Moreover, this observation ward is located on the seventh floor, and apart from the door they are guarding, there is only one window.

Outside the window were smooth walls, with nowhere to step.

If Shinzo Mito wanted to escape through the window, it would be no different from suicide.

They continued chatting without a care in the world, completely unaware that the atmosphere in the ward had quietly changed.

……

After the female nurse drew the curtain, Mito Shinzo, who had been lying on the bed "unconscious," suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear; there was no sign of him being unconscious at all.
"Where's dinner? I'm starving..." Mito Shinzo lowered his voice, his tone full of impatience.

To feign unconsciousness, he hasn't eaten a single thing since the afternoon, and he's been starving.

After saying that, he noticed that the tray the nurse brought only had a few bottles of medicine and a syringe; there was no food at all.

Shinzo Mito's face instantly darkened, and his tone became annoyed.
"Didn't I tell you when you came over that I was hungry and wanted to eat? Did you ignore me?"

The nurse remained silent, but picked up a small medicine bottle from the tray, uncorked it, took out a syringe, and began to draw out the medicine.

"Didn't you hear me?" Mito Shinzo got even angrier, his voice rising a few decibels before quickly lowering it again. "I want to eat! I'm not sick, I don't need a shot! Get me my food right now!"

The nurse seemed not to hear him and focused on drawing up the medicine.

The liquid in the syringe was transparent and gleamed coldly under the light.

After drawing the medicine, she turned around and walked straight toward Mito Shinzo, the syringe in her hand aimed at his arm.

Mito Shinzo then realized that something was wrong.

To make his "coma" act more convincing, Dr. Fujita arranged for a nurse to take care of him daily and facilitate the transmission of messages.

Although the nurse in front of me was wearing a mask, judging from her exposed eyebrows and eyes, she was not the same person as the nurse that Dr. Fujita had arranged!

"Who are you?" Mito Shinzo's mind went blank for a moment, and he instantly became alert.

How could he dare to let a stranger inject him with drugs?
What if the other party is trying to harm him?
Mito Shinzo quickly reached out and grabbed the other person's arm tightly, preventing her from getting closer.

A fierce glint flashed in the nurse's eyes, and her previously calm gaze turned icy.

She tried forcefully to pry open Mito Shinzo's arms, determined to inject the drug into his body... (End of Chapter)