Nearby, Jiang Xia had no idea how many executives would fall victim to Conan in the future. He only knew that someone seemed to want to poison him right now.
Gin's reasoning was sound, and forcibly refusing would make him seem lacking in organizational grace.
So Jiang Xia did not reiterate that he did not need a gun. Instead, he called out through the Pattern Seal—Matsuda Jinpei!
"..."
Matsuda Jinpei, who had been diligently setting bombs, stiffened slightly.
A moment later, he silently paused his work, returned to the other three, and resignedly stepped in front of Jiang Xia, blocking Gin's gun with the air of someone devotedly fulfilling his duty as a guard.
Gin looked at Uzo's subordinate, who was supposedly brain-damaged from a past beating, and frowned impatiently. "Move. This is part of the plan."
Matsuda Jinpei: ...I know, but Spirit Medium Master seems to want me to pretend I don't know...
He could only pretend not to hear, his expression unchanged and his feet unmoving.
In those few delayed seconds, Jiang Xia had thought of something. He looked at Gin reproachfully. "Who said you can only prevent someone from escaping by shooting them? You use guns too much, and it's given you an unhealthy mindset. A normal person should think like this—I was just hit by her anesthetic, so I couldn't have gotten far to begin with. Firing another shot would just be redundant."
"..." After a moment of confrontation, Gin clicked his tongue and temporarily abandoned his plan. There was no helping it if Uzo would not cooperate. If Uzo dodged recklessly and the shot hit his heart, not only would this good seed be ruined, but it would also be difficult to explain to The Boss. When that happened, he would likely face more than