(thud)
Bandai Suzue did not notice the detective's disapproving expression. By now, she was so furious her blood pressure was rising.
But these were guests, after all. Cursing at them was no big deal—no one would believe it if word got out anyway. But if she hit someone and left marks, things would become troublesome.
The female troupe leader could only swallow the loss and wanted to leave this infuriating place as soon as possible. When she turned around, she saw Fumizuki Karen bending down to pick up the script she had just used to hit someone. Bandai Suzue immediately snapped, "Forget that thing. Don't you know I have a photographic memory for scripts? Go get my medicine—it's time for me to take it."
After saying that, she walked away, still grumbling curses.
Mouri Ran glanced at the female troupe leader's retreating back, tugged at Suzuki Sonoko's hem, and quietly reminded her that she had misspoken: "Sonoko, there hasn't been a Murder Case here yet. Someone just used blood to write a warning on the wall."
Jiang Xia: "..." So that was it. No wonder he had vaguely felt that Sonoko's words had some other minor problem besides her lack of enthusiasm.
Conan's ears twitched at Mouri Ran's words as well: "..." Huh? That was true. No case had actually happened yet, but the atmosphere here was so awful that he had not noticed anything wrong with Suzuki Sonoko's remark either.
...Jiang Xia really did react quickly. If he remembered correctly, Jiang Xia had frowned the moment Sonoko finished speaking, clearly having noticed the issue.
Conan: "..." Damn it, he really was getting more and more slack. Even if there had once been a slight gap between him and Jiang Xia, it should not have grown this wide—he had decided.