It seemed that happiness was always conserved.
Unlike the delighted Ghosts, the Scriptwriter's mood had undoubtedly plunged to rock bottom.
He looked at Conan and clenched his fists. But when he saw Jiang Xia beside Conan, as well as Mouri Ran not far away, he remembered that high school girl's terrifying arm strength. At last, the Scriptwriter reluctantly loosened his fists.
He took a deep breath, raised a hand to sweep back his long hair, and tried to strike a dashing pose. "I have no regrets! Because I finally put on an unprecedentedly brilliant magic show—Fuyujo always said the script I planned was bad here and bad there. Every day, all he did was nitpick. But in the end, didn't he still die in my script? Hahahahaha!"
Okiya Subaru: "..." Your script? It was clearly Uzo's script. Even you, the "planner," were part of it.
He had originally felt a little pity for the Scriptwriter, but then he suddenly remembered that all his own actions had long since been arranged by Uzo as well. He immediately wilted again—rather than pitying others, he should pity himself first, as well as Mr. Akai, who was currently in Tokyo and still didn't know that he had been exposed.
Okiya Subaru: "..." Come to think of it, now that he had gone missing, would Mr. Akai notice something was wrong and flee quickly?
But whenever he thought of Akai Shuichi, Okiya Subaru found it hard to associate that FBI Ace with the word "escape."
Okiya Subaru: "..." Besides, this was a rare opportunity. Mr. Akai might choose to remain in Tokyo for the time being and observe in secret.
Yet no matter how secretly he observed, he could never be more hidden than Uzo. Thinking of what he had gone through earlier, and of