Ran went without saying—she looked as blank as a Slowpoke. Anyone could tell.
As for Momiji, just standing there, her figure was so outrageously alluring that it felt like all the nutrients meant for her height had gone into those two ounces of flesh... No, more like ten ounces at least. In any case, nothing about her looked remotely restrained. But her loose-fitting clothes concealed that figure.
Instead, she looked a little pure.
Pure, with a hint of sexiness.
Compared to that, Sonoko wildly slapping her own stomach like a seal was neither pure nor sexy. If anything, she looked a little ridiculous.
Fujino almost wanted to swear brotherhood with her on the spot.
In a sense, that counted as a kind of charm too.
Fujino grumbled helplessly to himself.
As for Kuroba Kaito...
Last night, he had already gone over the plan with that guy.
Kuroba Kaito had used some mysterious little trick to intercept Shinjo, the man Maki Itsuki had asked to play her lover. Shinjo had gone ahead to the villa in Hakodate to disguise himself as Kaito Kid, planning to give everyone a surprise as entertainment.
No one knew how he had intercepted him. He had simply done it.
Then Kuroba Kaito pulled a righteous move of reporting himself and diverted Nakamori Ginzo and his whole crew to Hakodate to greet his own arrival.
Otherwise, given how well Inspector Nakamori knew Kaito Kid, he would probably have charged straight onto this flight today.
That would have interfered with his plan to steal the jewel on the plane.
The main problem was that there was no Kudo Shinichi for him to impersonate this time.
If someone tugged on his face, he really would be exposed.
Fujino mulled over the operation plan and ideas Kuroba Kaito had told