After the footsteps had faded away, Jiang Xia jumped down from the roof and landed lightly.
He pulled the silent Okiya Subaru out of the rubble, then casually dusted him off. "Are you okay?"
Okiya Subaru: "..." Uzo, was it U—Smack!
"..." Haibara Ai looked up at the strange graduate student who had suddenly slapped himself, then silently tugged Jiang Xia farther away from him. "Is he all right?" She meant mentally.
Jiang Xia sighed and replied quietly, "Maybe it's just a bit of adult trouble."
Okiya Subaru paid no attention to the two people whispering beside him. As he replayed what had just happened, he felt that there was no way Uzo could have been secretly pulling strings—the group had happened to head toward the prop storage room while they were investigating, Conan had suggested hiding in the boxes, Jiang Xia had yielded a box to him, the female assistant had impulsively cursed the prop master, the prop master had happened to stop beside the magic box, and then he had impulsively kicked the box next to him...
After that whole chain of events, every single thing had been a pure accident and coincidence. So it had to be nothing more than his bad luck.
Although he had been kicked for no reason, there had fortunately been a layer of box outside him. Okiya Subaru was completely uninjured, aside from being a little startled.
Once Jiang Xia saw that he had recovered, he looked at the kicked box. "This is such a classic sawing-a-person-in-half act. They might add it to the warm-up performance. If they need this box after the show begins, the prop master may come back to tidy it up—let's leave first, so we don't run into anyone from the troupe."
The others nodded. They did not