Conan thought: Ito Misari would most likely invite Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha inside for tea as warmly as she had just done—using an excuse like, "Kusukawa came by earlier, but he just left. Come in and wait a while; I'll contact him," Hattori and the others probably wouldn't refuse.
Then, the two naive Osaka high school students would be knocked out by black tea laced with Sleeping Pills, tied up, and transferred elsewhere.
Imagining the scene, Conan sighed. Fortunately, he and Jiang Xia had come prepared. They wouldn't touch that cup of red tea that looked suspicious no matter how he looked at it...
"..."
As he pondered, Conan turned around and happened to see Jiang Xia gulp down two mouthfuls of tea before heartily setting the cup down.
Conan: "!!"
...Jiang Xia!! What are you drinking, Jiang Xia?!
Conan's expression changed several times as he dashed over.
Looking down, he saw that nearly half the cup of tea was gone.
Conan: "..." It was over.
He looked at Jiang Xia, wanting to speak but stopping himself. Although it would be impolite not to take even a sip when the host had poured tea for you, there was no need to be this honorable about it! What if she had poisoned it?... No, she had definitely drugged it!
Come to think of it...
Conan glanced at Ito Misari again. This woman's age, her attire, even the fact that she had a cat at home—they all resembled Jiang Xia's married female clients.
Conan: "..." Could Jiang Xia have been distracted by his thoughts, then looked up and seen Ito Misari and instinctively assumed he was accompanying a client, so he carelessly drank that tea?... Come to think of it, being a Private Detective really was a high-risk profession. What if