Jiang Xia nodded, then quickly shook his head again, as though what he had found had left him somewhat hesitant.
Seeing this, Hashimoto Maya seized the chance to speak, pretending to be considerate. "Something this important, you'd better not tell me! What if someone talks me into leaking the information? Investigate it yourself first. If you need any help..." Don't tell me that either. I don't dare help.
Jiang Xia came back to himself and realized that Hashimoto Maya had misunderstood the reason for his hesitation. He explained, "It's nothing important. I'm just afraid that if I say it too late, you'll end up like my previous Clients..."
He sighed as he spoke, and the rest of his words faded away.
Hashimoto Maya was baffled. "Like your previous Clients...!"
Halfway through, he suddenly remembered what Jiang Xia had told him on the plane. After he had disguised himself as Irish and told Jiang Xia how he kept getting dragged into Murder Cases lately, Jiang Xia had said that he was not an isolated case—this Detective seemed to have noticed similar patterns long ago and had been investigating them in secret, but had never found sufficiently solid clues or evidence.
And when Hashimoto Maya had asked to meet those unlucky Clients who had suffered the same fate as "him," Jiang Xia had said that they were all no longer among the living.
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Come to think of it, refusing to hear Jiang Xia's discovery seemed awfully unlucky.
...But hearing it would be even more "unlucky"!
After all, things like "good luck" and "bad luck" could still be gambled on with a bit of nerve. But when Uzo was hiding behind that "bad luck," with someone unscrupulously pulling the strings from behind the scenes, it was a guaranteed loss every