The high school students, however, were only mildly interested in the Memory Egg. They still remembered Kid.
Hattori Heiji swept his gaze over the guests before him, then fixed it on the photographer, Samukawa Ryu. Suddenly, he bluffed, "You seem pretty detached. So relaxed... aren't you worried the treasure will fall into someone else's hands?"
After saying that, he waited for Jiang Xia to provide some brilliant support, something like, "If he's Kid, of course he wouldn't need to worry about that."
But when he glanced over, he found that Jiang Xia was ignoring Kid and the guests entirely, staring into space in a daze.
A vein throbbed at Hattori Heiji's temple. "..." Just how low is your interest in Phantom Thieves?! What exactly do Phantom Thieves lack compared to murder cases?!
—Though he was glad Jiang Xia hadn't suddenly spoiled the answer, once there was actually one less competitor, Hattori Heiji still felt strangely uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the photographer played along and did not ignore him.
Faced with Hattori Heiji's probing, he gave a cold laugh. "Why can't I stay out of it? I only have two hundred million in savings. For something worth eight hundred million, looking at photos is enough. What else can I do? Even if I were as anxious as that lady over there, it wouldn't do any good."
Poushi Qinglan was suddenly singled out, and her expression darkened.
However, based on what she had observed so far, the Suzuki Family had actually entrusted the protection of the Memory Egg entirely to the police and detectives, without hiring any private security.
Even inviting detectives seemed somewhat like a joke. Rather than having detectives protect the Memory Egg, it looked more like Chairman Suzuki had asked his daughter to invite her friends over to play—a perfectly ordinary