Jiang Xia turned off the lights and slipped under the covers.
By his calculations, things at the Twin Towers should have wrapped up by now. Conan and the others would soon be back in Beika Town.
His house was completely dark now, which meant he was already asleep and not receiving visitors.
Even if his curiosity-driven classmates were worried and had questions about tonight's "sniping," seeing that his lights were off, they couldn't exactly force their way in to check his injuries or take him to the hospital. They could only leave.
Just as Jiang Xia was thinking this over, his thoughts abruptly stalled.
...No, wait.
Come to think of it, Conan and Mouri Ran had broken in before.
The more Jiang Xia thought about it, the less sleepy he became.
—Conan was nothing to worry about. The strength of an elementary school student was completely negligible. But if he brought Mouri Ran over and forced her to act as a neighborly mover...
"..."
Jiang Xia recalled that socially disastrous scene and fell into brief contemplation.
A second later, an imaginary little lightbulb seemed to light up over his head with a biu. He had an idea.
Jiang Xia sat up and checked his arm, confirming that the bandages and fake blood were still in place.
Then he got out of bed, poured half a cup of water, casually scooped up some dirt from the flower pot, and headed to the entryway.
A minute later, he disposed of the cup, washed his hands clean, carried a medical kit out from the corner of his bedroom, fiddled with it for a while, and casually stuffed it into a corner.
Once that was done, Jiang Xia returned to bed. After thinking for a moment, he took off his pajamas before going