Episode 425 - Detective Conan

Before Conan can move, the vent floor drops. A trap door. He falls into a service elevator. The doors close. Standing there, arms crossed, is , disguised as a maid.

“A micro-dart. Slow-acting poison. It’ll look like a heart attack in an hour.”

He fires. Conan dodges, rolling behind a concrete pillar. He pulls out his and mimics the police dispatcher’s frequency: Detective Conan Episode 425

But just as Conan leans closer, a cold voice speaks from behind him.

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

“This pattern… it’s too clean. No witnesses, no evidence. This isn’t random. It’s them.”

“Find me.”

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.

“The Black Organization… and a traitor in their midst. This is only the beginning.” The doors close