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Jiang Xia watched the performance intently.
Okiya Subaru also sat beside their group, visibly restless—the tickets here all had assigned seats, and the ticket the Magician had given Jiang Xia earlier had been casually taken from a stack. Therefore, their seats were all next to one another.
Jiang Xia had not deliberately chosen to sit beside Okiya Subaru. Okiya Subaru had rarely taken the initiative and seized the seat at the very edge, while Conan immediately hopped onto the stool right beside him.
After some thought, Jiang Xia simply sat at the other edge of the row. Having his own people on both sides was a little boring. Sitting here, he could see whether the randomly appearing next seat might bring him some different surprises.
Magic was a performance with a fairly broad audience. The venue rented by this Magic Troupe was huge, and far more people had come than expected.
The venue quickly filled up.
Among the audience entering was a bald middle-aged man in casual clothes.
Inspector Yassa had always been interested in magic. Hearing that this was another foreign troupe, he came with a friend to pass the time—before encountering that unpleasant Tokyo Detective, Inspector Yassa had generally been quite fond of foreign cultures. Before becoming a police officer, he had even aspired to become a diplomat, which was why he spoke Japanese so fluently.
It was just that his recent trip to Tokyo had not left him with a very good impression. The worst part had been that case on the plane during the return journey—it was as though some terrifying curtain had been lifted, with Murder Cases coming one after another. He had not slept peacefully even once these past few days, and at night he had even dreamed of that Tokyo Detective chasing