Dressed as Conan, he was drugged by Gin at the beginning.
Can't reason? Don't understand science? No big deal!
I'm somewhat proficient in phantom torture.
From then on, Tokyo criminals ushered in their ultimate test.
"Tricks! I'll hit them all! Please let me get out of this math hell!"
Gin fell silent as he looked at the smaller version of Biye's opponent in the police car.
I'll do what the original novel couldn't do. Conan kicks the ball and I kick the ball.
This is a detective story that is completely off-kilter but extremely "efficient".
