Jiang Xia had not drunk much, only sampled a little of each kind. When he woke the next day, he felt refreshed and clear-headed. After washing up, he left his room, planning to get something to eat.
He had barely taken two steps when he ran into several other companions who had also come out.
Jiang Xia swept his gaze over them, then paused slightly when it landed on Hashimoto Maya and Curacao.
It was as though everything obeyed a law of conservation—even dark circles.
—After one night, Curacao had recovered her spirits, and the dark circles beneath her eyes had faded somewhat.
But on the other side, the bruised-looking shadows around Hashimoto Maya's eyes were especially heavy, as though he had stayed up all night and been punched squarely in the face twice, symmetrically.
"..." Jiang Xia truly could not pretend not to see it. "Are you okay?"
He had merely sent his lackey out to buy some alcohol. Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought he had sent the man off to mine all night.
Hashimoto Maya jolted. "I'm fine!"
Conan looked up at his appearance and was equally shocked. "...You don't look fine."
Could he have done something besides buying alcohol?
Had he deliberately brought alcohol to Jiang Xia so the detective next door would sleep soundly, making it easier for him to sneak around and carry out some operation in the middle of the night?
As that thought crossed his mind, Conan suddenly understood. At the same time, he felt somewhat annoyed: he had also drunk too much and fallen asleep last night. He had failed to keep an eye on Hashimoto Maya's movements and given this guy time to secretly act at night.
Hashimoto Maya had not gone anywhere that night. He had merely