Pisk: I didn't expect it to be you?

Ashbara: Huh? You? You are? Pisk?

Pisk: You got it right, but there is no reward.

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Conan: Mr. Murayama, oh no, Pisk.

Pisk: Huh? Gremlin? Who are you?

Conan: You wanted to kill someone with a crystal lamp.

Pisk: Oh? Is it? And then what? Gremlin.

Conan: Then, you shot down the lamp with a silencer gun.

Pisk: Imp, what about your proof?

Conan: A purple handkerchief with scorch marks on it.

Pisk: Imp, who are you?

Conan: Conan Edogawa, I'm a detective.

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Pisk: You're the one who called the police, right?

Conan: yes, you're going to be arrested anyway.

Pisk: Little ghost, you're too early to rejoice.

Conan: Oh? It's not appropriate to smoke here.

Pisk: Huh? Gremlin? What tricks are you brushing.

Conan: Pisk, look at the soles of your feet.

Pisk: What? What? Highly concentrated spirits.

Conan: You should know the consequences of alcohol vaporization.

Pisk: Little ghost, I won't let you go.

Conan: Goodbye, Grayplain, let's go.

Ashbara: Kudo, what happened here, will it be done?

Conan: Ashbara, rest assured, Hattori will take care of it.

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Pisk: I didn't expect it to be you?

Ashbara: Huh? You? You are? Pisk?

Pisk: You got it right, but there is no reward.

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Conan: Mr. Murayama, oh no, Pisk.

Pisk: Huh? Gremlin? Who are you?

Conan: You wanted to kill someone with a crystal lamp.

Pisk: Oh? Is it? And then what? Gremlin.

Conan: Then, you shot down the lamp with a silencer gun.

Pisk: Imp, what about your proof?

Conan: A purple handkerchief with scorch marks on it.

Pisk: Imp, who are you?

Conan: Conan Edogawa, I'm a detective.

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Pisk: You're the one who called the police, right?

Conan: yes, you're going to be arrested anyway.

Pisk: Little ghost, you're too early to rejoice.

Conan: Oh? It's not appropriate to smoke here.

Pisk: Huh? Gremlin? What tricks are you brushing.

Conan: Pisk, look at the soles of your feet.

Pisk: What? What? Highly concentrated spirits.

Conan: You should know the consequences of alcohol vaporization.

Pisk: Little ghost, I won't let you go.

Conan: Goodbye, Grayplain, let's go.

Ashbara: Kudo, what happened here, will it be done?

Conan: Ashbara, rest assured, Hattori will take care of it.

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