“Sheesh, Haibara, that was low,” whispered Conan as he squirmed on his inflamed rump. On the way back from the hot springs, the two teens were crammed in the middle of the Beetle’s backseat between Mitsuhiko, who had insisted on sitting beside Ai, and Genta, who had insisted on riding in the back for a change. “If you were mad about that, you could
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