“Tch. We’re leaving.”
“Find me.”
Conan arrives at the hotel, disguised as a young guest using a spare mask Haibara made. He spots a woman in a trench coat entering the elevator. Rena Mizunashi. Kir. Detective Conan Episode 425
He fires. Conan dodges, rolling behind a concrete pillar. He pulls out his and mimics the police dispatcher’s frequency:
Conan’s mind races. He looks at Kir. She’s gripping her arm, subtly—a signal? He notices her thumb pointing toward the Porsche’s gas tank. “Tch
“Impudent brat!”
Cut to a dark, rainy street. A black 356A Porsche speeds through the night. Inside, Gin puffs a cigarette, his long silver hair illuminated by the dashboard light. Rena Mizunashi
“So. The fallen detective’s ghost. Any last words?”
“…transmitter is in place. The target will be at the hotel bar before the meeting. Kir will handle the rest.”
But just as Conan leans closer, a cold voice speaks from behind him.
He follows her to the 45th floor. From behind a large potted plant, he watches her slip into the penthouse bar. Inside: a nervous man in a suit—the target, arms dealer Satoru Inoue.