"It's much better now. You know it wasn't a very serious wound to begin with." Jiang Xia sounded faintly moved. "Anyway, thank you."
"Mm." Having learned that Jiang Xia had not been harmed by Uzo, Amuro Tooru thought back and recalled that Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko had indeed said Jiang Xia's injury had not affected his mobility. It probably really was not serious.
So he said nothing more and quickly hung up.
Only then did Amuro Tooru begin drying his hair in earnest. At the same time, he stared at the phone beside him, somewhat puzzled:
He had merely called to check on Jiang Xia's injury. Why had Jiang Xia sounded so touched, as if he had done him some tremendous favor?
...Had he acted too cruelly in order to maintain his image as "Bourbon" in front of Jiang Xia?
Amuro Tooru sighed and shook his head helplessly, but had no intention of changing.
—This was how it should be. Regardless of Jiang Xia's stance, he ought to be "Bourbon" at all times. An undercover agent had to stay undercover until even he believed it himself. That was what made a qualified undercover agent.
Jiang Xia did not personally spell out that "Amuro Tooru had just visited his home." Instead, he conversed with him as though it had truly happened—the more directly one pushed a process along, the easier it was to expose flaws.
Although Amuro Tooru had lost to the Case Magnet Constitution, his intelligence-gathering ability and instincts truly could not be underestimated... Better let Student Kudo, that Fully Automatic Question Machine, work a little harder. Conan's family was perfectly clean, after all, and had nothing to fear from investigation by the Red Side.
He had originally planned to sleep, but after making two calls in