Hashimoto Maya lowered his head and met Conan's gaze. At that moment, he dearly wished some heroic parent would descend from the heavens, grab this brat, and give him a thorough spanking... Unfortunately, Mouri Kogoro nearby was drunk, and Conan's troubles had nothing to do with him. So the middle-aged man pretended not to see, yawned, and strolled past.
Hashimoto Maya: "..."
He had no choice but to get himself out of this predicament and explain why he had switched jobs from Edward: "Didn't I mention it before? After the plane incident, whenever Mr. Edward and I saw each other, we'd be reminded of that unpleasant experience. So we haven't been in contact for a long time."
Conan knew about that, but it still sounded like an excuse to him. "We were passengers on that plane too. Why are you fine seeing Jiang Xia every day?"
Hashimoto Maya took a deep breath. "If Mr. Edward hadn't accidentally touched the switch controlling the fuel balance, causing all the fuel to leak out in the end, we would have faced far fewer emergencies. I know I shouldn't put it this way, but to me, he was actually part of the disaster back then—but Jiang Xia was different. Jiang Xia was the one who saved the entire plane. Whenever I see him, it's like seeing the dawn of hope."
I'm sorry, Mr. Irish. Uzo's lackeys forced me to do this! Everything I said was purely for work and has nothing to do with how I truly feel. You weren't a harbinger of disaster—you were once a good boss to me!
Conan suspiciously considered his words and had to admit they made some sense. Asking too many questions might expose how unusual he was, so this rash fake child decided to stop while he