Conan Episode 425 | Detective

He fires. Conan dodges, rolling behind a concrete pillar. He pulls out his and mimics the police dispatcher’s frequency:

“The client is an arms dealer hiding information from us. A traitor. Make it look like an accident, Kir. No traces.”

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.

“Kir. You have a tail. A little spy. In the west vent.” Detective Conan Episode 425

Conan’s eyes widen. He grabs his skateboard.

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.

“A micro-dart. Slow-acting poison. It’ll look like a heart attack in an hour.” He fires

“Understood.”

Conan kicks the elevator wall, activating his . It shoots upward, pulling him out of the line of fire. As he swings, he flicks his wristwatch—a tranquilizer dart flies toward Vodka, hitting his neck. Vodka collapses.

“Ran, I’m going to Professor Agasa’s for dinner!” A traitor

Conan smiles grimly.

“Gin wants to see you. Personally. He’s curious about the boy who keeps interfering.”

“So. The fallen detective’s ghost. Any last words?”