"Have you ever noticed there is never any third act to a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there."
-Max Beerbohm
Five Days Ago, Near the Akagi House.
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Ten minutes down the road, Hattori squirmed in his seat. "Kudou, can I put my leg up?" Without waiting for a response, he shifted so his leg rested across the back of the car, barely touching Shinichi's leg. "Sorry," he muttered. "My leg was gettin' stiff like that."
"You're fine. Just don't kick me," Shinichi said good-naturedly.
Hattori returned the grin before a thought occurred to him. "You oughta call your doctor. She said ta keep 'er updated."
His words took a beat to register. After a moment, Shinichi nodded in realization, taking out his phone and scrolling through his contacts. "I've probably got a few hours, but she'll still want to scold me for taking so long."
Kazuha, sitting in the front seat next to her father, turned around in her seat. "We can drive ya ta the airport if ya need it. You gotta get back ta your case pretty soon, right?"
"Correct. Once I ask my doctor, I'll know where I need to be dropped off, " Shinichi said as he sent a text to Hattori. How fluent is Kazuha-chan in English?
Hattori looked up at Shinichi as his phone buzzed, gave him a confused look before replying. not rlly y?
What about Toyama-san?
dont think so. He took another moment to type. ya want privacy
Catching Hattori's eye, Shinichi gave him a short nod.
"Ya know, I'm still here," grumbled Kazuha. "If ya're tryin' ta keep me outta things, at least be stealthy 'bout it."
"Maybe you should butt outta things that don't involve ya," Hattori snapped.
"Ya're in my dad's car. I'm pretty sure I'm involved now," she shot back.
Shinichi broke in before they could escalate to a hot-blooded Osakan cage match. "My apologies, Kazuha-chan. There are still details about my case that I'd rather not speak of."
She softened, guilt swooping down to drive away the anger on her face. "Got it. I won't pry." She faced the front again.
Toyama glanced back at Shinichi in the rearview mirror. "About your case. Ya've been on it for a long time... People 're saying you're dead."
Shinichi avoided his gaze, nodded. "I know. I'd like to keep those rumors circulating for a while. Please, if someone mentions that I'm dead, don't tell them otherwise."
Toyama's shoulders tensed, his knuckles went white on the steering wheel. Before he could speak, Hattori nudged Shinichi's leg with his foot. "Kudou, your doctor. Call 'er already."
Shinichi pressed call on his phone. "You're right. Sumimasen, Toyama-san." Reluctantly, Toyama looked back to the road. Shinichi was safe from Toyama for now.
Haibara took a few rings to answer. "Took you long enough."
Shinichi shrugged defenselessly. "I was a bit too preoccupied to call. Convicting a murderer and all."
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Detective Conan: The Road To Hell
أدب الهواة(Is Paved With Good Intentions) Conan accidentally becomes Shinichi on a case, and people find out who he is. The Black Organization decides to show up like the cousin everyone knows but no one likes, and life gets... interesting. A bunch of team-up...
