Jiang Xia: "..." Why did it sound like he had just finished screwing Irish over? Clearly, that executive had been having a streak of bad luck himself, while Uzo, who had merely happened to pass by, had only fulfilled his duty of "maintaining his image as a righteous detective" by casually saving a patrol officer who had nearly been shot in the head...
The coffee at this shop was quite good.
Jiang Xia quickly put those troublesome matters out of his mind and sipped his coffee leisurely, enjoying the pleasant moment.
Halfway through, he suddenly felt something was off: it seemed to be nighttime now.
He looked at the remaining half cup of invigorating coffee. After hesitating for a moment, he simply kept drinking. He had already started, after all; half a cup or a full cup made little difference. Besides, when he thought about it carefully, insomnia at night was not necessarily a bad thing for him. At worst, he could go out for a few laps and get some air, while seeing whether any cases were calling for a fake detective.
Just as he was thinking that, a police siren suddenly sounded on the street beyond the display window.
Jiang Xia turned to look outside and saw a police car racing over before stopping at the red light beside the café.
Judging by its direction, it appeared to be heading toward the place where someone had fallen from a building earlier.
Through the half-open car window, Jiang Xia immediately spotted several familiar faces inside. Mouri Ran and Conan sat side by side in the back, while Mouri Kogoro occupied the passenger seat.
In the driver's seat was the haggard police beauty who had been forced to work overtime—Sato Miwako.
Jiang Xia's eyes lit up. While the four of