Case wrapped; Tsuneo group didn't stay overnight, followed police cars toward Mouri town.
Red pickup: detective booted Genta to yellow Beetle.
"How'd you know castle treasure?" Conan side-eyed Tsuneo.
Without prior peek, might think kindness.
"I'm the great detective." Tsuneo tossed newspaper.
Headlines: Detective Tsuneo cracks tough case.
Keep up: Japan's police savior swaps.
Sleeping detective far famous, more papers.
Mouri office busier.
Uncle Mouri: Megure's top jinx.
"Probably saw you climb, open stone door while grilling." Ai flipped magazine, eyed duo.
Tsuneo's deduction weak; eyesight sharp.
Pushing science limits.
Superpowers next?
Conan glanced burned tower afar.
Such treasure: better gone, regardless value.
Mutsumi's madness left no relief—heavy, sigh-worthy.
"La la la~"
Tsuneo hummed radio, unbothered.
"Awful..." Ai frowned.
"O-Okay." Conan smiled speechlessly.
His singing: maybe honest.
Ring ring!
Urgent phone; trio eyed glovebox.
"That phone?" Conan recalled Doctor's special, untraceable card.
Dark Knight's line.
Tsuneo braked roadside, grabbed phone, checked number.
"Take this call."
Yanked Conan's bowtie, tuned icy voice.
Exited, shut door, walked far, answered.
"Hiding from us." Conan climbed driver seat, window-peeked, complained.
Too far; open window unheard—what discussing?
"Hiding means none of your business." Ai carefree, no curiosity.
"No prob; memorized number." Detective off-channel.
Ai side-eyed voyeur detective.
"Careful: maybe yakuza boss flattering; call back—chased, chopped streets."
"Uh..." Conan scratched head, troubled.
Possible...
...
Five minutes: Tsuneo back, opened box to toss phone.
Paused, eyed Conan, pocketed.
Untrustworthy; might sneak-use...
"Wise." Ai chuckled.
"..." Conan middle, eyed flanks, gave up, leaned back, eyes closed.
Doom: no edge with these two.
"Doctor, arriving Mouri town: Mingmei drive back; meeting someone." Tsuneo phoned Agasa.
"Someone?" Conan's eyes opened.
"Join?" Tsuneo hung, twisted ask.
With you...
Conan near-nod; Ai: "Your violence: he might jab needle back."
"True." Tsuneo nodded.
"Hey..." Detective re-closed eyes.
Brief silence; Tsuneo: "Old client missing long."
"Body under bridge three days ago."
"Found killer?" Ai turned.
Client picked reliable repairman.
"Heh, fish find fish, shrimp shrimp; someone digs." Tsuneo sneered.
Tomorrow: stinking rotten.
"No evidence?"
"We can..." Conan started.
Megure ties: suspicion sparks deep dig.
"Ditch him roadside?" Tsuneo eyed Ai.
"Agreed."
Ai nodded, opened window cooperatively—toss now.
Conan: ...
...
"Doctor, Brother Tsuneo going where?" Kids saw Mingmei take pickup wheel; repairman roadside with bag, curious.
Far from 2-chome; why exit?
Late: repair what?
"Urgent job?"
"Burst pipe, bad wiring." Agasa gripped wheel, covered.
"Hard work!" Mitsuhiko sighed; even easygoing Brother Tsuneo nights out.
"Y-Yeah." Doctor nodded, dry laugh.
Overthinking.
Camping ingredients: costly unknown.
"Distribute more Brother Tsuneo cards." Drowsy Ayumi.
Rich friends.
"Count me!" Genta as leader assigned Boy Detectives' next target.
Tsuneo cards!
"Heh, thanks for him." Agasa rearview, smiled.
Kind cute kids.
(End of Chapter)
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