"Conan, are you okay?"

"Your complexion is bad?"

"Let's let him rest for a while..."

The three children of the Detective Boys gathered around the bed, talking one after another.

"No! No..."

Conan struggled to sit up from the bed, "I can be sure that that person didn't use rope or anything like that, he...he just grabbed my neck with his hands..."

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