Jiang Xia paused and looked toward the sound, finding Suzuki Sonoko standing there with a perfectly serious expression.
Jiang Xia: "..." When had this person slipped in?
...Did none of these classmates have curfews at home?
After thinking for a moment, he slowly pulled back the corner of the blanket, exposing only half an arm. That arm was wrapped in the bandages he had carefully disguised earlier.
Although Conan's nose was sometimes sharper than a dog's, Jiang Xia kept Blood Bags at home because of one of his personas—specially made ones picked up from the Black Market. They could fool even Gin and Vodka, who were used to seeing blood. Fooling Conan should not have been a problem.
Sure enough, Conan did not smell anything unusual.
He observed through the gauze for a while and felt that the injury was not serious. The bandaging technique was indeed professional too... Jiang Xia, this European Emperor—even getting shot, he managed to get off so lightly. That had been a sniper round.
As he was thinking, someone silently edged closer beside him.
—Suzuki Sonoko copied Conan, peering intently with a solemn expression while reaching out to poke Jiang Xia's upper arm. Of course, she did not dare poke the wound directly, so her finger landed on the arm beside it instead.
Jiang Xia silently drew his arm back.
The moment he moved, Suzuki Sonoko suddenly noticed something and said in surprise, "Hm? You actually have muscles on your arm when you move! You can't tell normally..." As she spoke, she instinctively reached out and gave it another couple of squeezes.
Jiang Xia's eye twitched, and he completely hid his arm under the blanket. "..." Just because Mouri Ran looked like she had no muscles did not mean every fighter of the same