At the mention of last night, Omura Jun still looked shaken. "They say black cats are omens of misfortune. I never believed it before, but there were rarely any cats around our neighborhood. Yet yesterday, one happened to appear—before the crash even sounded, that cat let out a cry. It was practically like a funeral bell tolling."
"And there were those two Men in Black. The street lamp downstairs from my home was broken. Normal people definitely wouldn't want to linger in the dark, but they stood there for a while, and seemed to murmur something."
Upon hearing "Men in Black"—and two of them, at that—something in Conan's mind was immediately struck. He couldn't help pressing, "What did they say?!"
Omura Jun glanced at him, finding the child's sudden intensity rather strange. But he had a good temper, so he patiently replied, "I didn't hear them. I was afraid I'd stumbled upon some terrible scene, so I hurriedly ducked back inside. When I poked my head out again after a while, they were gone, and I had no idea when that cat had disappeared either."
As Jiang Xia listened, he glanced at Matsuda Jinpei drifting past nearby, then at Eating Cat sprawled across his shoulder. "..." Wait, why did that description sound so familiar?
...It was all Hashimoto Maya's fault. He had insisted on passing through such a dark, windy place in the middle of the night, causing him—a good superior who had bravely saved his subordinate—to be seen by a passerby and mistaken for an outlaw.
Meanwhile, Mouri Kogoro had no sense of familiarity whatsoever.
He scratched his head and sighed, feeling that his old classmate was making a mountain out of a molehill. "How did such an ordinary thing turn into a ghost story when you told it?