After being treated by the old Chinese doctor Fujino and confirming that he was fine, Hondo Eisuke was helped back into the villa.
Without a raincoat, he looked completely out of place among everyone else.
The raincoats were already soaked, so they could not exactly drape a wet one over him.
Mrs. Okuhira spotted him standing out at once and thoughtfully gave him a clean change of clothes.
However, those clothes had belonged to her deceased adopted son.
She still seemed warmhearted, and she smiled gently in slight embarrassment.
"I'm really sorry. Tango's clothes are the only ones in our house that would fit you..."
"It's fine..." Hondo Eisuke replied, apparently not caring that he was wearing a dead man's clothes.
Mori Ran, standing nearby, rubbed her chin. Seemingly thinking of something, she said, "Then does that mean Eisuke is about the same height as Mr. Tango?"
Hondo Eisuke agreed. "They do fit pretty well. They're just a little loose."
Mrs. Okuhira smiled. "That's because he used to work out. He was definitely bigger than Eisuke..."
"..." Conan stood to the side, staring resentfully at the group, his gaze fixed on Hondo Eisuke.
Damn it, why is this guy having such a good time talking to Ran...
Don't talk to my Ran, hey!
What exactly is your purpose in getting close to Ran? Who sent you? What's your motive? Who's behind you? What are you trying to do? What are you trying to say?!
That stare made Hondo Eisuke's scalp tingle. He felt like prey being watched by a hunter.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the sofa, the curious Suzuki Sonoko began chattering away at Fujino.
"Senior, Senior, how could you tell that Hondo Eisuke has insomnia just by feeling his wrist?"
"That's Chinese medicine." Fujino gave a simple