Jiang Xia and Conan followed the islander carrying secrets all the way to the old building where they lived.
Following the muddy footprints on the ground, the two quickly determined the general direction Kurosawa Kazuma had gone.
They climbed the stairs, and the muddy footprints gradually faded away before disappearing.
Just as they were about to lose the trail, they suddenly heard a series of clatters as they passed one floor. It sounded like a table had been knocked over and someone was fighting.
One person couldn't exactly fight themselves, and Kurosawa Kazuma didn't seem bored enough to wrestle with his own hands, so...
"There really is someone else hiding on this island!"
Conan's expression sharpened as he dashed toward the sound.
Jiang Xia hurried after him. Halfway here, he had once again caught the long-absent scent of iced black tea—although Hashimoto Maya's Killing Intent supply couldn't compare to that of a proper operative, it had at least begun to show signs of bubbling up whenever he got nervous.
So even though the sounds of fighting had stopped almost as soon as they began, Jiang Xia quickly pinpointed the room where the two were and ran to its door.
Conan poked his head around from behind him and scanned the interior.
In the dim light, he immediately saw Kurosawa Kazuma sprawled on the floor, with an unfamiliar black figure kneeling on his back. The poor islander was firmly pinned down, his head pressed to the ground so he couldn't speak. The shadow hiding on the island raised one hand, seemingly about to bring it down.
—In short, it looked exactly like a murder in progress.
"Stop!"
Conan gave a righteous shout, smoothly activated his Enhanced Foot Strength Shoes, and kicked a can lying near the doorway.
Thud! The can shot