Gin: "..." And from the looks of it, Uzo was quite interested in that international wanted criminal. He would definitely plan his time accordingly.
Besides, Gin should actually avoid contacting Uzo in public as much as possible. After all, it was best for Jiang Xia's identity as a Great Detective not to have any connection with suspicious people.
Just then, as the car passed the station, Jiang Xia seemed to notice something outside the window.
He looked up from beside the police car. When his gaze landed on the familiar Black Porsche, the young detective's eyes lit up.
"..." Gin quietly pressed down with his foot.
The accelerator gave a roaring hum, and the car discreetly sped away.
In the passenger seat beside him, Vodka's raised heart finally settled again, and he silently let out a breath.
At the station entrance, Jiang Xia watched the car accelerate into the distance. "...?"
He looked at the Porsche's retreating figure, then turned back to look at Inspector Megure. He vaguely understood: Gin was afraid of the police.
No, more precisely, according to the Organization's so-called principle of "concealment," they would try their best to avoid clashing with the police.
What a pity...
A Murder Case had just occurred on the train. The train had to return to the platform for evidence collection and could not continue carrying passengers as though nothing had happened.
Inspector Megure therefore sent a police car to take Jiang Xia and the others to catch the Shinkansen.
As Jiang Xia and the other three entered the station.
Elsewhere, on the road to Osaka, Gin was waiting at a red light.
After being busy for so many years, he had suddenly become idle—though even his current "idle" workload was far busier than many people's regular jobs, Gin