He follows her to the 45th floor. From behind a large potted plant, he watches her slip into the penthouse bar. Inside: a nervous man in a suit—the target, arms dealer Satoru Inoue.

“Understood.”

The police arrive, but find nothing. Conan sits alone in the garage, breathing hard. His phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number:

“The target is confirmed. The location is the Haido City Hotel, penthouse suite. The time is 19:00. The assassin is… Kir.”

“He’s bluffing. But the police will come. Kir, kill him.”

A silhouette of Gin’s car fading into the fog. Text appears: