Gin doesn't want to work hard

In this way, without receiving any concrete information, they will kill everyone connected to him!

"Say it!"

"Bourbon" snapped again, his impatience almost overflowing, and his finger was on the trigger once more.

Conan bit his lip, knowing he couldn't hesitate any longer.

Given such dire circumstances, he most likely has no chance of escaping.

But he had to delay as much as possible before he died.

At the very least, we must find a way to notify Kurosawa and the others!

Conan's gaze secretly fell on the detective badge placed on the bedside table.

The detective badges can communicate with each other within a certain distance.

Ai Haibara and the others shouldn't have gone far.

Even if he doesn't say anything, he'll do it if he can get the badge.

Once they overhear their conversation, Kurosawa and the others will surely understand!

Then they will go find Inspector Megure as soon as possible.

With police protection, even an organization can't act so recklessly anymore.

"I, I said..."

Conan spoke in a trembling voice, as if he were terrified, and each word trembled three times before he could utter it.

As he spoke, he secretly backed away.

"Those who know me, those who know my identity, those who know..."

Soon, soon...

Still a little short of that.

You'll get the badge soon!

Conan secretly sized up the two "Bourbon"s.

Aside from his increasingly impatient expression, he showed no other signs of distress.

it is good!

That's it!

Conan pretended to be scared again, leaned back abruptly, and then sobbed a few times.

Using this action, he successfully obtained the detective badge.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, just press the pointer, and the sound here will be transmitted to Haibara!

His finger was placed behind the badge.

Just as he was about to succeed, "Bourbon" grabbed his hand.

If you had just used a little more force, you could have sent the message out!

Conan was somewhat unwilling.

But under absolute power, he was powerless to resist.

They could only watch helplessly as "Bourbon" did what he did.

Bourbon glanced at the detective badge from left to right.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a small communication device, right?"

"Was it developed by your neighbor, that PhD?"

"So it seems he's one of the people in the know, right?"

"Since the doctor is aware of it."

"The other two people living in his house must also know who you are!"

"Bourbon" had an "I knew it" look on his face.

He coldly uttered words that left Conan feeling somewhat desperate.

Finished!

Conan looked utterly hopeless.

Suddenly, "Bourbon" chuckled.

"Who actually knows your identity?"

“We were fully aware of it.”

"Besides those people from earlier, there were your parents too, right?"

“We investigated these five people thoroughly!”

Hear these words.

Conan's first reaction was actually relief that the other party hadn't discovered that Heiji Hattori also knew his identity.

From this perspective, their intelligence was not without flaws.

Conan thought to himself, trying to find some humor in his predicament.

That being the case...

Conan decides to give it one last shot.

He abruptly raised his tranquilizer watch, aimed it at "Bourbon," and fired.

Immediately afterwards, Conan lunged forward, trying to snatch the detective badge from his hand.

But it's a pity.

The other party seemed very familiar with his props.

Bourbon had already lowered his body the moment Conan raised his hand.

He successfully dodged the tranquilizer dart and pinned Conan to the bed.

Goodbye, great detective!

Bourbon grinned menacingly, raised his gun, aimed it at Conan, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Conan instinctively closed his eyes.

But after a long time, the pain did not come.

Conan slowly opened his eyes.

Instead of a bullet, the gun fired a plastic flower.

"Bourbon" then released his grip, smiling as he took a step back.

"Sorry, sorry, did I scare you, Shinichi?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Conan opened his eyes halfway.

"……dad!"

Yusaku Kudo removed his disguise, revealing a face that Conan knew all too well.

“Since you are the father, then she is…”

Conan looked at the woman who had only said two sentences to the side.

"It's me, Shinichi!"

Yukiko Kudo also dropped her pretense and smiled.

Conan: ...

How many times has this happened?

If this continues, he'll soon become immune.

If one day someone from the organization really came to his door, he would even think it was a prank by these two people!

Conan snorted angrily, lay back down on the hospital bed, and turned over, looking like he didn't want to talk.

Upon seeing this, the Kudo couple exchanged a glance.

Yukiko Kudo crouched down and poked Conan.

"Oh dear, didn't we say we were going to come back?"

"I never expected to hear the news that you were shot as soon as I got off the plane."

"That made us rush over to see you."

"I just happened to overhear your conversation with that little girl at the door of the ward."

"So we thought we'd scare you a little."

Yukiko Kudo gave a brief explanation of the cause and effect.

Why are you trying to scare me?

Conan was still a little angry.

Kudo Yusaku also squatted down.

"Shinichi, you promised us that you would hide your identity and not act impulsively."

"But weren't you just thinking of proactively investigating the organization's people?"

Conan choked for a moment upon hearing Yusaku Kudo's words.

"I just wanted to test the waters a little..."

"That won't work either!"

Yukiko Kudo made a cross gesture.

Conan was somewhat discouraged.