Conan smiles grimly.
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. Detective Conan Episode 425
“So. The fallen detective’s ghost. Any last words?” Conan smiles grimly
But just as Conan leans closer, a cold voice speaks from behind him. Gin puffs a cigarette
Kir raises her gun. Her eyes meet Conan’s. She hesitates for a full second—then fires a shot that shatters the pillar inches from Conan’s face. Deliberately missing.
“Tch. We’re leaving.”