"Eighty percent... no, these cases definitely had something to do with Uzo."
Irish casually looked up information on several other famous detectives.
"Sure enough, the chances of the others running into Peripheral Members of the Organization were nowhere near as high as Jiang Xia's... Though that was also because Jiang Xia was based in Tokyo, where there were more Peripheral Members. But when dealing with Uzo, no anomaly could be overlooked—this time, my instincts had to be right. That detective definitely had some very important clues."
This discovery, along with the solid lead that was almost within his grasp, finally put Irish's heart at ease after it had been hanging in the air for so long.
"First, I'll find somewhere to rest. Tomorrow, I'll go meet that bastard."
Although Irish wasn't worried about the plane crashing and didn't think Uzo would kill him outright, he still didn't dare relax. Uzo never did anything without a scheme behind it. "Who knew what dirty trick that guy had set up on the plane?"
That night.
Unlike Irish, who tried hard to fall asleep but repeatedly failed,
Jiang Xia, on the other hand, slept soundly.
The next morning, the fake detective opened his eyes right on time—ever since Student Kudo had shrunk, this world had never stopped bringing surprises. Every day was filled with anticipation.
After packing their luggage, the group arrived at the airport early to avoid missing their flight.
After discussing it the previous night, Jiang Xia had changed his ticket to the crew's flight. He planned to go to Hokkaido first, attend their celebration banquet, and then return to Tokyo.
Suzuki Sonoko and Mouri Ran hesitated when they saw his seemingly carefree but actually reluctant farewell gaze. In the end, they decided to go with him.
"Anyway, it's already