Conan is a person who can listen to other people's analysis. Even if what he thinks is slightly different sometimes, he can use other people's words as a reference to support his own thoughts.
Haibara Ai felt that it was not Belmod's fault, and he felt the same way.
I couldn't help but think of what Teacher Judy had inadvertently revealed to me about the organization's movements some time ago - there seemed to be some internal struggle for power.
A member of the organization who pursued Teacher Judy revealed that he was teaming up with Jin Kuroki to fight against another group of people...but Teacher Judy later added that the person who pursued her had not appeared for a long time.
It is not difficult to guess that if that person failed and another group of people took over, would Kuroki Jin, who had joined forces with that person before, feel revenge?
I have to say that Conan’s associations are sometimes too outrageous but just right.
So he went on to string together the recent events, and found that whether it was Sawaki Eiroji or Fushiya Kawano, there seemed to be people around him trying to do something.
If that person was responsible for the assassination of Princess Eri, then was he also the person who sent an anonymous email to kill Mouri Kogoro?
Kuroki Jin once made no secret that he wanted to save Fushiya Kazugi, which made Conan wary to this day. So will someone take action against Fugu Kazumu today?
Thinking of this, Conan couldn't sit still. He picked up the phone and dialed the bow-tie voice changer, calling the Metropolitan Police with Uncle Maori's voice.
"...Well, yes, I hope you will send more people to go to the Tokyo Detention Center...Yes, Fushigaya Chumu...it is very likely that something will happen tonight."
After putting down the phone, Conan breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window at the completely dark sky, thinking that it must be too late.
In the dirty and smelly sewer, Fugu Chumu gasped slightly and motioned to the person leading the way to stop.
"Mr. Fu Gu, let's go faster." The man in front of him kept walking after hearing this and urged.
Fugu Qianmu didn't leave, and he didn't mind being dirty. He leaned against the wall next to him with a smile on his face, "But I can't walk anymore. I'm weak. Don't you know?"
The man leading the way was helpless and speechless. He finally turned around and shone the flashlight directly on Fugu Chumu's face.
"If you don't leave and someone notices you, you will be caught up."
"Then let's catch up." Fugu Chumu didn't care very much, "Where is Hinata? Didn't you say he would come to see me?"
If this man hadn't lied to himself and said that Yang Ping was outside to meet him, he wouldn't have moved him from the prison with him.
"It's right in front." The man waved the flashlight, "After exiting this exit, Yang Ping will meet us outside."
Fugu Qianmu was silent for a moment, then raised a smile and said, "Okay, let's keep walking."
Fugu Qiangmu seemed to have cheered up. He walked a little faster than before, gradually closing the distance with the leader in front of him.
The leader continued: "...it's in front. Let's climb up from here. Yang Ping is waiting outside... What are you doing!"
Fugu Qianmu looked dissatisfied at his hand, which was half a beat too slow to react, and felt a little disappointed, "My body is still not good."
"Mr. Fugu, what are you going to do?!" The leader faced Fugu Chumu with anger and vigilance, "I'm here to help you, and you actually wanted to attack me just now?"
"You know very well whether you are here to pick up my man." Fugu Chumu's smile disappeared from his face, "I originally planned to go with you to see who that person is, but you shouldn't call him by his name."
"……ha?"
"Hin Ping, Hin Ping." Futani Chunmu murmured twice, and a smile appeared on his face again, "Only people like us can call him this name. Who do you think you are...cough cough cough."
Perhaps due to excessive mood swings, Fugu Qianmu coughed twice unnaturally, covered his mouth with his hand, and gasped slightly.
Guide: "..."
He angrily shone the light of the flashlight on Fugu Chumu's face, which reflected his pale and bloodless face.
"Based on your behavior..." He gritted his teeth, "You still want to plot against me?"
The leader took two steps closer, but not too close. He took out the dagger hidden in his jacket pocket with his other hand and threatened: "If you know what's going on, please kneel down and be captured. The order given to me is nothing more than to take him alive." Just go out and have some breath."
Fugu Qianmu stopped coughing and looked at the angry leader who didn't make any move.
"It seems that you want to suffer a little." The man sneered and walked forward, the dagger always lying in front of him, "In that case, then don't blame me...I..."
He staggered, staggered and fell to the ground. He covered his head with one hand and shook, "Is this a lack of oxygen..."
But Fugu Chumu smiled and raised his head slightly, showing a good-looking face.
"Fortunately, I knew that my health was not in good condition, so I had already sprayed the drug on my body."
"You..." the man gritted his teeth, "spray it on me, you should faint before me... you..." As he spoke, he could no longer hold on and fell face first to the ground.
"That's right." Fugu Lianyu answered him kindly, "If I hadn't developed drug resistance from taking medicine for many years, maybe I was the one who fainted."
He looked at his hands and smiled sarcastically: "But now, I don't even dare to get sick."
He leaned against the wall of the sewer and muttered to himself: "Yang Ping will not know my situation, so he will never choose such a cold sewer as an escape route. What's more, compared to the wanted criminals who are absconding in fear of crime, 'I' am safer in prison."
There was the sound of footsteps in front of him, and Fugu Chumu had no intention of getting up. He just sat and looked up at the person, smiling softly.
"Give me some clean clothes."
"..."
The first thing Fugu Chumu felt when he woke up again was the cold light, which stung his eyes. Subconsciously, I wanted to raise my hand to cover it, but when my wrist reached a certain height, it was tied by something and could not be raised.
His ears gave clear feedback of the sound of iron chains, leading him to guess that what was holding him was handcuffs.
So he opened his eyes, looked at the annoying light, and saw an acquaintance dozing against the wall.
"...Officer." The voice that came out was so hoarse that it surprised Fushigaya Chuuki, but the weak voice was enough to wake up Sato, who had his eyes closed for repair.
The subconscious action of touching the gun did not escape Futani Chumu's eyes. He unconsciously smiled, and before he could smile, he heard the female police officer open the door and yell "People are awake!"
Soon, a doctor in a white coat came in to examine him. Fugu Qianmu cooperated - he had to cooperate, he was tied up tightly now - and he waited until the doctor prescribed medicine and changed the sling bottle before he had time to breathe.
Without waiting for the police officer to ask questions, Fugu Qianmu said warmly: "Where is that friend?"
