Not long after returning to his room, Jiang Xia had just unpacked a magazine and his pajamas from his suitcase when someone suddenly knocked on the door.
He opened it to find Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko standing outside.
The two girls glanced nervously toward the downstairs area. "We think we heard the theater troupe arguing. It sounded really fierce—do you think they've already caught the prankster's mole?"
"Is that so?" Jiang Xia tossed aside the magazine and said decisively, "Then let's go take a look too. We have nothing better to do, so we might as well break up the fight. Taking the law into your own hands is unacceptable. Even if they really caught that person, they should handle it according to the law."
Conan glanced at the collapsible baton in his pocket. "...?"
The four of them turned around and headed back.
People who performed in stage plays tended to have strong lungs. The theater troupe members not only projected their voices while acting; even in ordinary conversation, they spoke with enough force that their voices echoed conspicuously through the corridor.
As the four drew closer to the room where the argument was taking place, even Fumizuki Karen, who looked so delicate and gentle, could be heard clearly.
"...Wait, Miss Hana?"
Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko exchanged a look, sensing something was wrong. Miss Hana had seemed so mild-tempered—how could she suddenly be speaking in such an enraged, hysterical voice?
While they hesitated, Jiang Xia had already passed them and walked over.
The two snapped back to their senses and hurried after him.
They soon arrived before a spacious room with its door ajar. Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko stopped beside Jiang Xia, peered through the door crack, and went pale.
—Fumizuki Karen was heatedly arguing