Okiya Subaru: "..." The FBI's confidentiality was surely excellent.
In other words, his escape had been too sudden. Uzo probably hadn't had time to set up such a precise trap.
Compared to himself...
Okiya Subaru's gaze fell on several candid photos in the group chat.
Looking at Jiang Xia in them through the screen, he couldn't shake the feeling that Uzo was carrying out some earth-shaking conspiracy targeting the Great Detective.
If he could learn more about Jiang Xia's movements, perhaps he could also guess a little about Uzo's next move.
With that in mind, Okiya Subaru tried to steer the conversation in that direction:
[Jiang Xia is actually at the airport too? I've always loved reading about his cases. I wonder if I could get his autograph.]
He typed out the message.
A moment later, Okiya Subaru's finger moved away from Send and landed on Delete, silently erasing every word he had wanted to send.
Okiya Subaru: "..." Though it was a little narcissistic to think so, he could tell that in less than 24 hours since infiltrating the production crew, he had already built fairly decent rapport through his perfect worker spirit of "always available" and "good at everything," along with a face that remained undeniably handsome even after disguise.
What if he sent that message and some enthusiastic person really dragged him over to ask Jiang Xia for an autograph?
Judging by Uzo's usual hobbies, even if that Falling Case just now had truly had nothing to do with him, now that someone had died, the incident would certainly draw Uzo's interest.
And Jiang Xia, as a Detective, would inevitably be at the center of the case. As long as he approached Jiang Xia, Uzo would definitely notice him.
Okiya Subaru: "..." If Uzo hadn't spotted him