Conan held his feet and jumped with one leg, grinning in pain, and was accidentally hit by the falling football again.

But Miss Haibara didn't even look back at him, so he had to pick up the football helplessly and follow him.

"By bye, see you tomorrow at school~"

When they arrived at the intersection, the three little ones greeted each other and separated from them.

Conan held the ball and limped by her side, and the two of them walked along the roadside.

Haibara Ai glanced at him, feeling ridiculous about his optimism, or heartlessness.

"Why can you be so easy?"

"What?" Conan looked at her innocently.

"So that's it. The ignorant is fearless. You don't know the strength of the organization at all, so you don't have any fear?" Haibara Ai said with a chuckling.

"I know."

"What did you say?" Haibara Ai was stunned.

"I mean, I know how powerful the Black Organization is, and I know that it's hard to uproot them with my own strength."

"Don't joke, outsiders like you can understand the strength of the Black-clothed organization." Haibara Ai suddenly became excited.

In the Black Organization, the days of drug development are being supervised, one scene after another is played back in my mind.

The inside story of the organization that cannot be touched, the confusing organizational structure, and the endless dangers...

It is already hard to resist just a gin, not to mention that there are so many people in the organization who have code names like gin, and they are not researchers like themselves who have no force.

"I really can't confirm intuitively how powerful the organization is, nor can I feel its strength from the inside like you." Conan looked serious, "But, judging from some of the scattered information that Water Spring told me, it is indeed an unfathomable behemoth."

"Almost some countries with strength have undercover agents in the organization, but it has been around until today. From this point alone, people can already feel its strength."

"Although it may be really like the guy Shuiquan guessed, this is just a delicate balance maintained between countries, which allows the Black-clothed organization to survive."

"But even so, this is not something that a third-rate force can do."

"Undercover?" Haibara Ai frowned. He had heard about this when he first met Brother Mizuki and Kudo, but at that time he only thought he was joking or that their information was wrong. Of course, it might be their unreasonable guess.

But now, although Brother Shuiquan is also a bit naughty, when recalling the way he was talking at that time, it doesn’t seem like he was talking nonsense…

Moreover, she has heard of what Gin likes to clean up traitors, and she almost does it as a daily task.

Plus, that person...

The scumbag who killed his sister and escaped alone...

"Hey, Haibara? Is it okay?" Conan waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"It's okay." Haibara Ai came to his senses, "Since you already have a concept of the strength of the organization in your heart, why can you still be so relaxed?"

Conan tilted his mouth and said confidently:

"Holmes was also facing a powerful opponent like Moriarty, and he never hesitated, let alone fear."

"I don't believe that the boss behind the Black Organization can have the strength of Moriarty." Conan looked disdainful.

"You may not necessarily have the strength of Holmes." Haibara said sadly.

Conan's mouth twitched and his muscles almost spasmed.

"Compare the characters in the novel and find the truth in the fictional world. I think there is probably something wrong with your head?" Ai Haibara looked like he was mentally retarded.

Conan immediately became anxious.

"Even if the Holmes written by Conan Doyle is a fictional, she is also one of the most realistic characters in the novel. What's more, the various detective techniques described by Sir Conan Doyle are logical and can be used in reality!"

"Moriarty has a huge organization and competent helper, why should she fight Sherlock Holmes alone?" Haibara Ai sighed helplessly and asked.

"This, this..." Conan was a little speechless for a moment, "Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes, as human beings at the top of wisdom, appreciate each other. Although they are opponents, they also regard each other as confidants, so..."

Before Conan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ai Haibara.

"It's just that Conan Doyle wanted to write about Holmes dead, so a temporary creation of a character about Moriarty and his organization did not lay enough groundwork before that."

"The reason for giving him the identity of "Napoleon of the Crime World" and "the chief of the European Mafia Empire" is just to make Holmes' death look more worthwhile."

"He just wanted to use this as an excuse to say to the Holmes fan: Look, Sherlock Holmes destroyed such a huge criminal empire alone, and you should be happy for his death."

Haibara Ai looked at Conan's dissatisfied expression and said to him seriously: "You have to know that in our world, there is no author like Conan Doyle, who will help you write the leader of the Black Organization to death."

"The reality is that you can't even figure out the boss's identity, so you'll be killed by Gin and the others."

Conan lowered his head, silent, and the shadows under his bangs made people unable to see his expression.

Seeing this, Ai Haibara felt a little unbearable and turned his head away.

But this is reality... Indulging in false self-confidence will only make yourself die faster...

"Even if that..." Conan murmured, "Even if so, no matter how many difficulties there are, I will continue to move on."

"At least, so far, Holmes has been guiding me forward. Even if he is a fiction, I want to be a person like him, even if I die in a showdown with the Black Organization."

Conan looked firm.

But... he found that Ai Haibara ignored him at all.

This made him feel like he wasting his expression.

"Hey, Haibara, what's wrong?" Conan noticed that Haibara Ai's expression was not right, his face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly, and he asked quickly.

"The showdown you are looking forward to... is here."

"What?" Conan looked confused.

Haibara Ai stretched out his hand and pointed at the black high-end sedan parked on the roadside in front of the two.

"Porsche 356A, what's wrong with this car?"

Conan came to the car and looked at it carefully.

"It's an old antique fifty years ago. The owner doesn't seem to be in the car. I have only watched this kind of car on TV and magazines. I really didn't expect that there are still people driving this kind of antique classic car now."

"Gin." Haibara Ai clenched her collar, as if the cold wind made her a little cold, "This is what Gin's car is."

When Conan heard this, his face changed. He quickly took out his small phone number and started dialing the number.

"Kudo, what are you going to do?"

"I'll call Shuiquan."
Chapter completed!