Everyone returned to the hotel, constantly glancing out at the sea.
When the estimated time arrived, the boat sent to pick them up appeared on the water as expected.
"It's finally over!"
Only then did the students, whose hearts had been hanging in the air, finally feel as though the nightmare was coming to an end.
Unlike the others, who were relaxing, Jiang Xia stood at the hotel entrance, gazing toward the theater in the distance as though pondering some great mystery of the world.
Hashimoto Maya secretly glanced over. "..." Just as they had discussed on the plane, Jiang Xia seemed to have noticed some of Uzo's covert arrangements. He even remembered that Jiang Xia had come into contact with some related clients, but unfortunately, none of them had survived, naturally leaving behind no sufficient clues.
Now that Jiang Xia was staring so intently at the theater, could it be that he had found traces of Uzo among these utterly chaotic cases?
In theory, Hashimoto Maya was Uzo's colleague and should have been on Uzo's side. Yet in reality, he was sincerely cheering Jiang Xia on.
—If Jiang Xia could successfully bring down that terrifying demon, countless innocent outlaws would be saved.
As he thought this, Hashimoto Maya quietly edged farther back, lest the Detective spot him and come over to grill him for answers.
Though he had offered his blessings in his heart, he did not dare show any support through his actions. Otherwise, the Detective, that favored "Sherlock Holmes," might be fine, but he himself could become the next client to "suddenly die after being struck by someone falling from a building"—unless he immediately moved to the countryside, where there were no tall buildings.
But then again, such places had fewer people, fewer surveillance cameras, fewer emergency