Hashimoto Maya continued to speculate: Judging by Conan's grave expression, maybe he was thinking about which friend he should stop being friends with? Perhaps it was because that friend had mocked him for becoming a four-eyed nerd at such a young age or something. Tsk tsk, youth.
No, that wasn't right.
Tsk tsk, childhood.
Hashimoto Maya desperately thought of cheerful things and hurried away.
Though as he left, he kept feeling a faint chill down his back, as if something were gazing at him from the shadows. But remembering that this inn cared greatly about its guests' health and had even installed ventilation vents in the corridor, he decided it was probably nothing.
Nearby, Jiang Xia took in the brief exchange and fell silent for a moment.
Then he, too, began thinking expectantly. "..." Conan was thinking about his friends? And about an elementary school student-level question like whether they should play together... There was only one truth, so was he missing the Detective Boys?
"Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered something," Jiang Xia muttered to the Ghosts through the Pattern Seal. "Those adorable little kids seem to still owe me a movie outing. It should have happened ages ago, but one thing after another kept coming up, and it somehow got delayed until now... Once we get back, I definitely need to make time to make it up to them. I hope they won't blame me for breaking my promise for so long."
The Ghosts: "..."
Judging by the expressions those children made whenever they saw you, they would probably only blame you for breaking your promise for too short a time.
Ignoring the Ghosts' strange looks, Jiang Xia quietly added the matter to the Memo in his mind. Like Conan, who was missing his classmates, he too had