"The oil is not dripping from the body?"

"...It's quite dangerous to burn that thing, so it's best to wash it carefully when you go back."

Conan, who had recovered his freedom, was stunned: "Huh... this? Mr. Shirakawa, aren't you?"

As if she hadn't woken up, the voice of Conan's child talking was no different from that of sleep.

Who would have thought that the vicious party who was holding a gun at him the last second and wanted to kill someone to silence him... This second, he kindly helped him untie the rope?

What's going on?

In Conan's confused vision.

Before he could speak, Shirakawa Yu put his hand on Conan's face and gently touched it like comforting the puppy.

Then he walked to the side of the people who fell to the ground and coughed a few times:

"Okay, okay, a few, it's almost the same."

"Let your son turn black, his brain crashes, and he loses his desire to survive."

"Some of you can still hold it in motion and lie on the ground... This heartlessness is really amazing."
Chapter completed!