Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

After eliminating all impossible options, the only remaining answer is the truth.

Is Hattori Heiji dead?

Or was 'he' dead?

Heiji Hattori looked at the dark face reflected in the glass, his gaze tracing it little by little, then slowly moving to his hands, arms, and legs.

The scars on his wrists, the scrapes on his ankles, and the amulet that Yuanshan and Ye had given him, which he wore on his chest... His memories were coherent and clear, corroborated by every feature on his body.

If even the fingerprints are flawless, then the problem might be...? Hattori Heiji slightly raised his hand and placed it on his forehead and heart.

'Thump, thump, thump.'

A subtle, rhythmic vibration is transmitted.

"Hmph, I was really overthinking it." Hattori Heiji loosened his grip, tilted his head back, and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "How could such a miracle possibly happen?"

If that organization can even bring the dead back to life, then what's the difference between it and a god?

They simply couldn't possibly defeat such an opponent!

Hattori Heiji was feeling annoyed.

"Young man? Is something troubling you here all by yourself? Why don't you tell this old man?" An aged voice sounded behind Hattori Heiji.

“Some things, once said, may not be resolved; they will only increase one person’s anxiety.” Hattori Heiji was still immersed in his terrifying speculations when he subconsciously answered the question. Then he slowly turned around, and the expression on his face froze.

"Oh, we meet again. Are you surprised to see me?" Vermouth felt a great sense of accomplishment at successfully seeing the boy's bewildered expression. She leisurely smoothed her hair, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Because sharing your troubles would only add to your friends' worries, you'd rather be misunderstood by your best friend than confide in them? That's truly touching. It's a pity you're isolated. How pitiful."

"Heh, same here. Don't you only dare to wander around the water park area?" Hattori Heiji's gaze swept over the binoculars in Vermouth's hand. Having figured some things out, his courage had also grown.

Since this member of the black-clad organization chose to show his true face, he probably didn't intend to go on a killing spree at the amusement park. However, he was carrying binoculars but hadn't shown up to Yin Jiu yet.

...Could it be that someone in the group is hiding from someone?

"Is that Tenkai one of your members?" Hattori Heiji, relying on his intuition, blindly selected the most suspicious person, his gaze locking onto Vermouth's face, and launched a direct attack.

“Guess.” Vermouth’s gaze remained calm, as if she were discussing the most ordinary of everyday topics. She then handed the binoculars in her hand to Blackie. “Want to take a look? Maybe we’ll find something unexpected.”

"...Thank you." Hattori Heiji took the binoculars with some skepticism and scanned the direction Vermouth was looking.

hiss!

Isn't that the suspect drawn by Yuki Amami?

He was standing below the Ferris wheel with a crossbody bag slung over one shoulder, and his other hand was rapidly tapping on his phone's keyboard, seemingly communicating with his accomplices.

He needs to inform Kudo as soon as possible!

Heiji Hattori put down his binoculars, took out his phone, and brought up Shinichi Kudo's number. Just as he was about to dial, he caught a glimpse of Vermouth out of the corner of his eye, and his movements froze instantly, his hair standing on end.

The phone number displayed was Shinichi Kudo's main number, but if he dialed it, Conan's voice would answer instead.

Is this woman... testing him?

Why did you stop making the call?

After a long while, Vermouth raised her head, still with the same gentle, girl-next-door demeanor as before: "Speaking of which, this number belongs to Shinichi Kudo, right? But he's not in the amusement park right now, and the entrances and exits have been sealed off by the police. Even if you call him over, it won't make a difference."

She spoke in a gentle tone that made Heiji Hattori break out in a cold sweat, "Why don't you call that kid Conan? His guardian, Kogoro Mouri, is quite influential in the Metropolitan Police Department and might believe your testimony."

"You seem to know quite a bit about this."

The crow's words reminded Hattori Heiji that the amusement park lockdown meant the criminals couldn't escape the Metropolitan Police Department's grasp. Relieved, he put his phone back in his pocket, then exchanged a glance with Vermouth and smiled.

"But you might be overthinking it. I don't plan to notify anyone. A holiday is a holiday. I'm not like some people who waste their holidays by voluntarily working overtime without pay."

Besides, this is Tokyo, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's search operation is none of his business.

As the only son of the Osaka Prefectural Governor, Hattori Heiji knows very well the boundaries he should maintain.

"Is that so?" Vermouth chuckled indifferently.

On the other side, Yin Jiu, who had just put on her headphones after connecting with Vermouth, heard a strike declaration from the only son of the Osaka headquarters manager.

Glenfiddich, who voluntarily 'worked overtime': "..." Thank you, but I'm offended!

Although she knew that Hattori probably didn't mean to mock her, Yin Jiu still couldn't control her expression when she heard such a statement, and her lips twitched slightly.

"Brother Yin Jiu, what is heroin?" The juvenile detectives wandered among the adults, but were quickly caught one by one and brought to Yin Jiu, looking somewhat lonely and bored.

“Heroin, haven’t you seen it before?” Yin Jiu lowered her head and gestured the shape of a rectangular book. “It’s that time in the library, the powdery stuff you saw tucked inside the book.”

"It is an addictive drug that can cause severe mental abnormalities in people. One kilogram can cost more than 60 million yen on the market."

"Sixty...sixty million!"

"How would Brother Yin Jiu know the market value here in Japan?" Ai Haibara noticed that Conan had mingled with Inspector Sato again, and she lowered her voice and gently tugged at Yin Jiu's sleeve.

Yin Jiu has lived in the United States for many years, so she shouldn't be so 'familiar' with this that she can subconsciously quote the market prices in Japan.

Ai Haibara also conducted a rough investigation into the circumstances surrounding Yin Jiu's fall from the building.

Based on the procurement organized during that period, it's safe to assume that Gin was in charge of the procurement project and arranged for Yin Jiu to act as an inside agent to cover for them.

So Yin Jiu fell from the building...

Ai Haibara's heart trembled. She clenched her fists, suppressing her emotions to a level that no one else could see.

In that situation, with Yin Jiu, the experimental subject, trapped... Gin would absolutely not hesitate to abandon the rescue and open fire!

"You mean this? Of course, it's a movie line." Yin Jiu suddenly felt a surge of emotion from Ai Haibara and squatted down, puzzled. "When I was acting in Bloodstained Love, wasn't I playing a gangster in the second half? Tiger said some lines about that."

"Oh... I see." Ai Haibara's train of thought faltered for half a second. Her conjecture was interrupted, and feeling inexplicably guilty for not 'watching the show seriously,' she turned her head away. "I skipped through Tiger's scenes, so I probably missed some lines... Hey? Yin Jiu-ge, why is your manager heading towards the crowd?"

Ai Haibara had only turned her head away to make amends, but she was surprised to see Tooru Amuro suddenly answer a phone call and turn to leave. She immediately became alert and grabbed Yin Jiu's sleeve to stop him.