As the two organization members faced off, Jiang Xia looked at Hashimoto Maya, then at Curacao. He suddenly seemed to understand something from their earlier conversation, and his expression turned strange. "Closet?"
He looked at the patterns on Hashimoto Maya's face. "You slept in the closet last night?"
Then he looked at Curacao. "You too?"
Curacao: "..."
Hashimoto Maya: "..."
...Damn it. Curacao's sudden mockery had made him forget Jiang Xia was right beside them!
Just then, the other guests gradually emerged from their rooms as well. The group happened to hear what Jiang Xia said.
Suzuki Sonoko was utterly astonished. Looking at Hashimoto Maya, her favorable impression of the handsome mixed-race man plummeted with a crash. Then she could not help leaning close to Mouri Ran's ear and whispering:
"Miss Shirai is one thing, but I never expected Mr. Hashimoto to be this cowardly too. Next time someone says you're afraid of ghosts, just use him as an example—such a grown man got so scared of the 'Cursed Samurai' that he ran off to sleep in a closet. Isn't it perfectly reasonable for us high school girls to be a little timid?"
Hashimoto Maya: "..." If you were going to whisper, then whisper properly! Everyone in the corridor could hear that volume!
...Damn Roll King No. 2. She never forgot to ruin a colleague's reputation.
And sure enough, Roll King No. 1 did not let the opportunity pass either. Conan looked at him suspiciously. "Whether it was the earlier attack or what that old lady said, it's clear that the 'Cursed Samurai' is targeting the Tatsumi Family. Uncle Hashimoto isn't part of the Tatsumi Family, so why was he scared like that?"
Hashimoto Maya: "..."
A terrible multiple-choice question had appeared.
Either admit he was suspicious, or admit he