Hattori Heiji immediately took it seriously. He stole a glance at Gin and Vodka, and whispered, "Black Organization? The one who gave you the drug?"
"That's right! Their appearance at the crime scene is definitely suspicious!"
Conan didn't want to miss this opportunity. He picked up a discarded, chewed piece of gum from the roadside and wrapped his miniature listening device and tracker in it.
He casually approached Gin and Vodka, and taking advantage of the crowded street and Vodka's slight movement, he flicked his wrist, accurately sending the gum-wrapped listening device and tracker to the edge of Vodka's thick leather shoe sole, where it stuck firmly.
After doing all this, Conan pulled Heiji away quickly.
"Go! Let's follow them from a distance, quietly! Be careful not to be discovered!"
Gin and Vodka turned and left.
Conan and Heiji maintained a safe distance, trailing them like shadows.
Gin and Vodka walked steadily through the beach area, heading towards the beachfront hotel district.
When they reached a relatively secluded flowerbed, Gin suddenly stopped without warning.
Conan and Hattori Heiji's hearts instantly pounded. They held their breath and quickly ducked behind the nearby landscape plants.
'Are we exposed?!' Hattori Heiji signaled Conan with his eyes.
Conan put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
However, Gin did not turn back. He sniffed his nose and squatted down in confusion.
Then, he put on black gloves and, with extreme caution, picked up a long, thin brown hair from the soil at the edge of the flowerbed with his fingers.
Ah—
Sherry~
Gin held the hair, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. "Hmph, brown hair, in a place like this..."
Vodka leaned in, confused. "huh? Aniki It's just a strand of hair, aren't you overthinking it? Maybe it's from the deceased, blown over by the wind?"
Gin sneered, not answering Vodka's question.
"Let's go."
He stood up and, without further delay, walked directly towards the beachfront hotel.
Vodka scratched his head, not understanding, but quickly followed.
Conan and Hattori Heiji simultaneously let out a sigh of relief from behind the plants.
"That was close..." Hattori Heiji wiped his sweat.
"Gin found the brown hair... What is he suspecting?"
Conan stared in the direction Gin had disappeared, his brows tightly furrowed.
Haibara Ai's image flashed through his mind, but he immediately suppressed it.
Haibara Ai was still at the Professor's house, there was no way she could be here.
So, Conan and Hattori Heiji continued to follow cautiously, eventually confirming that Gin and Vodka had entered the beachfront hotel.
And through the brief conversations and ambient sounds from the listening device, they pinpointed the floor and approximate location of the suite they were staying in.
Soon after, the light dot representing the listening device on Conan's tracking glasses began to move, leaving the hotel.
"They drove off again?"
Conan looked at the moving trajectory on his glasses, a little confused, and quickly looked towards the hotel garage exit.
Sure enough, he saw Vodka driving a Honda car, with Gin as a passenger, leaving the hotel.
"Strange, didn't they drive a porsche 356a earlier? Why did they switch cars?" Conan scratched his head, somewhat perplexed.
"Who cares why they switched cars! Now that they're not in the room, it's the perfect opportunity!"
Hattori Heiji rubbed his hands together, eager to act.
"Let's go, Kudo! Let's check their room. Maybe we can find some clues about that organization."
"Yeah!" Conan nodded vigorously.
The two avoided hotel staff and snuck into the corridor where the target suite was located.
Conan used the interference device on his glasses to cleverly jam the corridor's surveillance camera feed, creating a brief blind spot.
Then, he pulled out his lock-picking tools and, under Hattori Heiji's admiring gaze, picked the suite door lock in a few swift movements.
"Creak—"
The door was gently pushed open a crack.
The two slipped inside and quickly closed the door.
The thick curtains in the room were drawn, the light was dim, and a faint smell of smoke permeated the air.
Conan and Hattori Heiji nodded to each other and, tiptoeing, began to search separately.
Conan checked the living room, while Hattori Heiji walked towards the bedroom.
Just as Hattori Heiji's hand was about to touch the bedroom doorknob—
"Click."
The distinct sound of a key being inserted into the lock and turning came from outside the suite door!
The two froze, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Oh no! They're back?!" Hattori Heiji's pupils constricted as he gasped in a low voice.
"Quick, hide!" Conan reacted extremely fast, his gaze sweeping across the living room.
The sofa was too low, the curtains too thin... His gaze finally landed on a large solid wood wardrobe next to the bedroom door.
"Over here!"
Conan grabbed the still-stunned Hattori Heiji and, using all his strength, pulled open the heavy wardrobe door.
Several black trench coats hung inside, and there was still ample space below.
The sound of the lock being opened outside the door had now turned into the sound of the doorknob turning.
Click.
In the nick of time.
Conan and Hattori Heiji practically tumbled into the wardrobe, closing the door gently behind them, leaving only a crack for observation and breathing.
The heavy suite door was pushed open, and a figure walked in.
Conan and Hattori Heiji peered through the narrow gap.
The person who came in was not Gin and Vodka.
It was a man dressed in a flashy pink suit, with a hairstyle like Lazy Sheep, a gold watch on his wrist, and a frivolous expression on his face.
Coincidentally, Conan and Hattori Heiji both knew this man.
It was Park In-yong, the son of a Korean chaebol who frequently appeared in tabloid news!
Seeing this face that often appeared in gossip news, Conan and Hattori Heiji were both stunned.
'Park In-yong? Why is he here? Could he be colluding with the Black Organization?'
Just as they were speculating.
Park In-yong's target was extremely clear. He sniffed his nose, a look of obsession on his face, and walked towards the balcony.
There, Gin and Vodka's freshly laundered clothes were hanging to dry.
Park In-yong, with a look of pleasant surprise, took down a pair of pink briefs with a bit of lace trim, brought them to his nose, and took a deep, intoxicated breath.
"Ah... the scent of a silver-haired beauty...she's indeed... cool and mysterious... just seeing that back... I'm already head over heels..."
Park In-yong revealed a look of immense satisfaction and perversion, exclaiming in admiration as if no one else was present.
Conan and Hattori Heiji in the wardrobe: "...???!!!"
Eh?
Their minds were a blank slate.
Just then!
"Bang—!!!"
The suite door was violently kicked open from the outside, the door panel slamming against the wall with a loud crash.
Gin and Vodka, holding silenced pistols, stormed straight in.
"Hmph! Sherry, I've got you!" Gin taunted in a cat-and-mouse tone.
After discovering the gum listening device on Vodka's shoe sole, Gin initially thought Sherry wanted revenge.
So he decided to play along, pretending to leave, throwing the tracker onto another car, and then immediately doubling back.
His goal was to catch them in a trap!
However, his words were cut short halfway through.
The scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.
Park In-yong, standing by the balcony, was holding Vodka's briefs, looking utterly delighted.
Gin was completely dumbfounded.