Bandit B: What to do, boss, retreat?

Bandit A: Hmph, blackface boy, stand back.

Hattori: Oh? What do you want, surrender.

Bandit C: Don't move, or I'll kill them.

Takagi: Listen, you're surrounded.

Bandit A: Stand back, or I'll kill the imp.

Hattori: Okay, don't be impulsive, take it easy.

Conan: Actually, you're done.

Bandit A: Don't be too arrogant, little ghost.

Conan will anesthetize the watch, slightly starting.

Conan: Not necessarily, it's too late.

Shout!!! Yes!!! Bastard!!!

Hattori: Good chance, see me, let's die.

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Doctor: Who are the family members? The patient needs surgery.

Hattori: Hands, techniques? Isn't it a minor injury?

Ashbara: It was a gunshot wound, and the bullet hit the abdomen.

Doctor: That's right, you guys, who signed it.

Ashbara: I'll come, and I'll leave the rest to you.

Hattori: Huh? Okay, let's sign it.

Nurse: Oh no, the patient needs an urgent blood transfusion.

Doctor: What? Ready to apply for a blood bank?

Nurse: It's too late, the same type of plasma is gone.

Ashbara: Well, with my blood, is that okay?

Doctor: Huh? Little girl, what is your blood type?

Ashbara: Well, I'm the same blood type as Edogawa.

Doctor: Okay, the nurse will arrange it for her.

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Ashbara: Kudo, how do you feel about your body?

Conan: Huh? It's okay, it's just a little soft.

Hattori: What did you do, how did you buy a lily.

Kazuba: You're so long-winded, isn't this also a flower?

Hattori: You idiot, Lily is ominous.

He Ye: Well, why didn't you say it earlier.

Ashbara: It's Kazuha and Hattori, who came to see you.

Conan: Uh, he~he, these two idiots.

Hattori: We've come to see you, how are you doing?

Ashbara: If it goes well, I can be discharged from the hospital after three days.

He Ye: Three days, I'll go buy something first.

Conan: Uh, and Sister Ye, what is she going to do?

Hattori: Well, she might go and buy flowers.

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Ashbara: Kudo: What do you think of the stage play?

Conan: Well, it's boring, but over there.

Ashbara: Over there? How many of them are you talking about?

Conan: It doesn't feel good, huh? The lights are dim!

Ashbara: Kudo, listen, there's a voice over there.

Conan: Grayplain, let's go, let's take a look.

Graybara: Ah, okay, you're curious.

Conan: Dead, the deceased is Mr. Putian.

Ashbara: Edogawa, you're really unlucky.

Conan: Huh? Gray Plains, what does it mean?

Gray Plains: Wherever you go, there will be murders.

Conan: Heh~heh, it's not funny at all.

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