Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"This is the third Yoka."

After checking, Conan found that these people were only carrying pistols like the two Yokas before. He squatted in place and kept scratching his head.

"Who are they? Police? Or members of the organization?"

"You will go bald if you keep scratching."

As usual, Hiroki pulled the black-clad people to the side of the road, jumped on the horizontal bar, and looked at the West Port in the distance.

The small shop where we had lunch in the afternoon was closed. There were two police boats parked at the harbor. In addition, there were only a few small boats and wooden boats for tourists to row.

"We wasted too much time. It's definitely too late to go around to the north now." Hiroki pointed to the boat parked in the middle of West Port: "Drive the police boat from West Port."

"We want to sneak into the ocean buoy secretly. Is driving a boat still called sneaking? I think those wooden boats are not bad." Conan shook his head and wanted to refuse, but was slapped by the genius boy next to the car.

"The weather forecast says it will rain soon. In order to prevent the impact of waves, this semi-hidden marine base will close the entrance and exit doors at the back, and all the retractable positions will be retracted. If you don't catch up with the police quickly, you won't be able to get in even if you get there."

Conan didn't refute, which was considered to be in agreement with Hiroki's proposal, so the two of them took advantage of the port guards' laxity and planned to get into the port directly from a fence.

"Come on, why do you have such a big head!"

Hiroki, who had already drilled outside the fence, turned around and saw Conan standing between two steel pillars, his body had obviously come over but his head was still in the same place.

He covered his mouth and complained quietly, worried that he would attract the guards, so he hurried over to grab Conan's legs and tried to pull this guy out.

"It hurts! It hurts! My head is going to break."

Conan immediately howled with his teeth bared, but fortunately Hiroki's hands were always in front of the elementary school student, and when he screamed, he quickly grabbed his face, so he didn't scream out the pain completely.

The flashlight swept over first, but didn't shine on the two of them. Just when Hiroki and Conan breathed a sigh of relief, the four headlights on the top of the West Port immediately flashed, and the beams of light penetrated the fog and shot directly onto the sea, and the nearby ships were all illuminated clearly.

"Discovered?!"

Conan was full of regret. If he had known, he would have blocked his mouth just now. He was about to persuade Hiroki to run first and not worry about himself. When he turned around, he found that the fence had been opened by his head, and he could enter and exit freely. So he hurriedly pulled Hiroki back and hid in the grass beside the fence.

"How did you get out?"

Hiroki stared at Conan squatting in front of him, and saw the gap in the middle of the fence with his peripheral vision. He suddenly realized: "I remembered that you can use your head to kill the football!"

"Huh?" Conan looked at the child opposite with a look of relief.

"Oh, it means your head is much harder than this broken fence, this is a compliment to you."

Hiroki put his backpack in front of him, quietly stretched his head out of the bushes and came back to the fence, and found that the spotlights had been shining on the sea and the fog, and he always felt something was wrong.

The waves were a little calmer at this moment. He listened carefully and suddenly found the roar of propellers in the distance, but it was not very obvious in the waves, and the guards sitting in the West Port had obviously noticed it and were focusing the spotlights on the sky.

"Plane?"

The two teenagers in the bushes raised their heads desperately, looking at a plane that emerged from the fog under the yellow spotlight, and the tail of the plane was dragging seven or eight engineless gliders like scattered flowers.

The plane flew over the police boat moored at the port, and when it passed over the sky above the West Port, it dropped a black block down. Seeing something like a bomb thrown on the top of the head, the guards in the West Port were like being chased by the god of death, running madly towards the bushes with their feet and hands together, and saying inaudible words.

"They seemed to be shouting 'Mom' or something like that."

Hiroki was pressed into Conan's arms, and then he heard a loud noise. The two first felt the hot wind blowing on their bodies, and then they rolled towards the fence together.

Fortunately, the fence had been blown away by the hot wind of the explosion, so they didn't hurt the two. They rolled for a while, and then fell into the water and continued to roll.

Hurriedly taking out an oxygen pen from his backpack, Hiroki stuffed one into Conan's mouth and his own mouth. The waves rolled up all kinds of messy things, including flying fences, trash cans by the West Port, rubble splashed by bombs, and a pink car.

"Woo?! Woo! Woo!"

Hiroki shook Conan and asked him to open his eyes, but Conan soon broke free. When the sea calmed down, the two people, who were exhausted, emerged from the sea and looked around.

"Where are we?"

"The waves pushed us northwest of Hachijo Island." Hiroki's feet kept tapping, and he pointed to Hachijo Island behind him, and he couldn't see West Port at all.

"It's so scary, that bomb, it's obviously not big at all..."

"Not big is relatively speaking, okay, I couldn't see it clearly at the time, but I'm sure that bomb is definitely bigger than the secret patrol car."

Conan stuck out the oxygen pen in his mouth, worried about the guards at West Port. They were all swept away near the fence, and the guards closest to the sea must have fallen into the sea at the time. They didn't have oxygen pens...

"Conan, don't look for them, they may have sunk to the bottom of the sea."

Hiroki looked at Conan who was reaching out to him for a new oxygen pen, as if he was diving to find it, and hugged his backpack to refuse. These oxygen pens were necessary for them to swim back to Hachijo Island.

"No, I can't watch someone die in front of me..."

Conan couldn't finish his words because he heard someone's voice in the distance. He turned his head and saw several men in black lying on a pink car, and there was no one less than before.

"Great... Great, they are all still alive!"

"Indeed, this is a good thing." Hiroki nodded while floating on the sea, and then changed the subject: "But you are probably dead."

"Huh?"

Conan looked at Hiroki in confusion.

"Don't you think the car they are holding looks familiar?" Hiroki sighed: "Sonoko's car is really well sealed, it must have been modified."

"Eh..." Conan kept swallowing his saliva and looking around: "This, that? Huh? Look over there!"

"Come on, your skill in changing the subject is too bad, Shinpachi is much better than you."

Hiroki snorted, confident that he would never be fooled by Conan, until his face was slapped by Conan and turned sharply, and the small boat that appeared in his eyes really surprised him.

"Small boat! And it's not the police boat parked in West Port?!"

Hiroki immediately kicked towards the small boat with both feet, and Conan followed closely behind. The sound of the two paddling also attracted the attention of the guards, but the other party did not follow. Obviously, they chose the latter between giving up the pink car and not grabbing the small boat.

The main reason is that they don't have any oxygen supply equipment. After rolling in the sea for so long, they didn't have the strength to move, let alone catch up with the two children after they boarded the small boat.

"They should come back to pick us up, right?"