Upon hearing this crucial piece of information, Honda Ryohei sat on the ground in front of Jiang Xia, clutching his head as his headache grew worse and worse.
Mouri Ran looked at him worriedly. After watching for a while, she could not help murmuring to Jiang Xia, "What if he might have remembered what happened before, but my kick just now made him completely unable to remember it?"
Jiang Xia remained calm no matter what happened and even looked optimistic. He comforted her, "It's not a big problem. You've used a CRT television before, right?"
"A CRT TV? You mean those bulkier TVs?" Mouri Ran did not know why the topic had suddenly turned to TVs, but she knew Jiang Xia must have his reasons, so she honestly nodded. "Of course I have."
Jiang Xia raised a hand and knocked at the air. "When one breaks, you bang on it a couple of times, and sometimes it gets fixed. Plenty of other machines are the same—by that logic, Mr. Honda might be too. That kick of yours might even help him remember more."
Mouri Ran suddenly understood.
But on second thought, something still seemed off. "I-Is that really how it works?"
Haibara Ai: "..." Of course not. How could people be lumped together with machines? Jiang Xia's strange idea had to be something he had picked up through constant exposure to the Organization... Damn Organization.
Kid: "..." He actually wanted to fix people the way one repaired machines. This Detective really had a problem—a big one!
...Yet how had everyone around them acted as though they had not heard that speech, which carried the unmistakable air of an outlaw?
He adjusted the fake glasses on his nose and could not help looking toward the shrunken Kudo Shinichi nearby.
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