Jiang Xia: "..." Come to think of it, Kinoshita Yoko seemed to have grown used to Conan's sharpness, so unlike that of an ordinary child. Maybe she had little contact with children, and the few she occasionally met were mostly precocious child stars. Lacking enough examples of normal children, she assumed Conan's behavior still fell within the range of ordinary kids.
As Jiang Xia idly pondered this, he said, "It wouldn't be hard to find out."
Conan's eyes lit up. "How?"
Jiang Xia crouched beside him, lowered his voice, and pointed at the screenwriter's room not far away. "Hear that humming machine? He seems to be printing the script. If you sneak in as a child and take a look now, you'll immediately know what it's about."
Conan was instantly tempted, but he hesitated. "He won't hit me, will he? Should I pad my clothes before going in?"
Though Conan feared nothing in pursuit of the truth, he wasn't a masochist. The way the screenwriter had kicked and beaten Ito Tamanosuke earlier had been truly shocking. Conan wanted to avoid any harm he could.
Jiang Xia said, "He treats children much better than adults. At most, he'll flick your forehead like he did to Ito Megumi. Your head's hard, so it won't be a problem."
Conan: "..." Though it sounded like Jiang Xia was praising him, something about it felt off...
But on second thought, Jiang Xia was right outside the door. Ran had gone to look after the siblings, but she wasn't far away either. And he had Anesthetic Needles and Enhanced Foot Strength Shoes... Could that screenwriter really beat him to death?
Thinking of the ample firepower at his back, Conan stopped hesitating. He arranged his expression, doing his best to put on a sweet, adorable smile, and