After finishing the simple statements, the trio got into the pickup truck.
By now, it was completely dark.
"Has no one ever told you that you have a talent for acting?" Haibara reached for the newspaper in the car, casually flipping through it, and spoke without turning her head.
Few people could achieve such a seamless transition between two age groups.
Saying one can become a child just like that, it's not that easy.
"Is that so? I, on the other hand, think it's pretty impressive that you can read clearly in the dark," Conan squinted at her.
With this light in the car, reading a newspaper, you'll go blind sooner or later!
"Alright, you two are both impressive," Tsuneo sighed.
Why do I keep having to report to the Metropolitan Police Department lately?
Next time, they might as well give me a position.
Haibara folded the newspaper and put it back where it was, looking speechless.
You still keep last week's newspaper…
"Tsu-Tsuneo, that, isn't that him?" Conan pointed his small hand at a black car driving ahead, his eyes changing, asking incredulously.
"Oh, Big Bro changed his license plate again," Tsuneo nodded.
He had already seen that Porsche 356A when the two shrunken people were arguing.
It seemed the other party probably had no mission tonight, as the car wasn't speeding.
"Find a place to park, don't let them notice us!" Haibara grabbed the newspaper again, holding it in front of her face, her tone becoming a bit anxious.
Seeing Tsuneo still driving normally, even following right behind their car, her little heart nearly stopped beating. She tightly covered her face, not even daring to say another word.
"How about it, should we run him over?"
"I think our car is tougher!" Tsuneo asked with a smile, seeing the Great Detective's serious expression.
As for Haibara's expression, he couldn't see it.
She was pressing the newspaper against her face, as if she didn't want to live…
Conan placed two fingers on his chin, re-entering thought mode, then turned to glance at Haibara and said:
"At the next intersection, we'll take another road."
Tsuneo was a bit surprised by this answer. Without thinking too much, he directly turned at the intersection, choosing not to follow.
After a long while, Haibara finally returned to normal, her face somber, not saying a word.
Living with her sister and the Professor, usually doing research and going to school.
Sometimes, she felt so far away from that organization…
"I'm curious, what exactly did Gin do to you?" Tsuneo held the steering wheel, glancing at her.
In comparison, Akemi was also very afraid of the Organization, but not to this extent.
However, her radar hadn't activated just now either. Was it because they were too far apart?
Haibara looked out the car window, silent.
Only those who truly understood the Organization's power and methods would feel a tremor from their very soul.
Take the APTX4869 death list, for instance; those names were merely the tip of the iceberg.
The Great Detective looked up at the traffic ahead, lost in thought.
"Why aren't you talking?" Tsuneo suddenly felt the atmosphere was too quiet.
And, just now, this detective actually told him not to chase.
Could he also be possessed, like Shiratori?
"Instead of risking exposure to chase that car, why don't you two tell me more about that organization?" Conan looked at the two people on his left and right.
"Hehehe, I don't know anything," the mechanic chuckled twice, shaking his head.
"Me neither," as they approached home, Haibara's mood had calmed considerably, and she also didn't plan to tell this impulsive guy anything.
"Indeed, we should have chased them just now!"
If it weren't for the seatbelt, the Great Detective would have jumped up.
"You two, don't do anything strange," Haibara admonished them seriously after getting out of the car.
Don't go looking for that 356A everywhere after I get out of the car.
"Do I look like someone who would play around with him?" Tsuneo patted Conan's head and said with a smile.
"That would be best," Haibara glanced at the sullen Great Detective, closed the car door, and went home.
The car started and headed towards the Mouri Detective Agency.
"Well done," Tsuneo rarely praised someone.
Not getting carried away at that moment was the right choice.
If anything went wrong, even just a little suspicion, the Organization could track them down through this pickup truck, probably…
"Seeing her like that, forget it," Conan shook his head.
Didn't you see her, she was like a startled rabbit.
"Heh, really?" The mechanic glanced again at someone who seemed very calm.
That's what you say, but you…
"Damn it, I didn't bring my skateboard today!" The Great Detective finally couldn't hold back, irritably scratching his hair.
"Even if you chase after them on a skateboard, what then?" Tsuneo could probably guess that after this guy was discovered, he would shout "Uncle, Uncle" endlessly, and then secretly pull some small tricks.
For example, installing a listening device or a transmitter.
After that, Vodka, wearing sunglasses, would kick him flying.
I've already written the script for you!
"Don't you want to know what their next move is?" Conan looked at him speechlessly.
Such a dangerous criminal organization likely thinks about murder and robbery all the time.
"No," Tsuneo shook his head decisively, simultaneously parking the car and unbuckling his seatbelt.
You should go home, Great Detective.
Go take a bath with the big sister.
"If you have any news…" Conan turned his head to say something after getting out of the car.
"I definitely won't tell you," Tsuneo extended his arm and directly closed the car door.
"Damn it!"
The Great Detective kicked the car door resentfully, turned, and went upstairs.
"Indeed, I need to be careful," Tsuneo mumbled, then started the car and drove to his apartment.
Jodie had gone to Teitan High School to be a teacher.
This meant that Dr. Araide might have already been replaced before this.
Following the clues, they would definitely reach him.
What will you do then?
"What a show!" A smile appeared on the mechanic's face.
This grand play still lacks a director.
Maybe he could kick Director Conan off and successfully become the director.
…
On a certain road in Tokyo.
"Big Bro, why do I suddenly feel a bit uneasy?" Vodka, who was driving, touched his chest and spoke.
"Heh, you might have just brushed shoulders with the God of Death," Gin sneered, glancing at his subordinate.
Heart disease, that stuff hurts a lot!
"God of Death…" Vodka patted his chest.
Big Bro's words are always so terrifying…
(End of chapter)
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