Saijo Naoya stared at President Saeki's retreating back, still wearing that arrogant expression of complete confidence. He snorted and left as well, keeping several meters away from her.
As he passed Jiang Xia, he pulled his hand from his pocket, and a photograph happened to flutter out and fall to the floor.
Conan snatched it up with a smack and curiously turned it over for a look.
Jiang Xia looked too and saw two familiar people in the photo—the "Pretty Boy" who made huge splashes had an arm around President Saeki's shoulders, and the two of them were emerging intimately from a love hotel.
After looking at it, Jiang Xia poked Conan. "Hurry up and return it to him."
Conan felt a little awkward about stumbling upon something like this. "Why don't you do it?"
Jiang Xia said, "Kids know less, so it's no big deal if you picked up that kind of photo. But if I picked it up, someone might come silence me."
Conan: "..." There weren't that many silencing murders. You just didn't want to embarrass yourself, did you?
Still, he was the one who had picked up the photo. Besides, after being an elementary school student for so many years, Conan had even entered women's bathrooms. His skin had long since thickened.
So he stopped making excuses and ran after Saijo Naoya with the not-so-innocent photo, looking perfectly innocent. "Mister, you dropped something!"
Saijo Naoya actually ignored him.
It was not until Conan caught up, jumped up, and patted his arm that Saijo Naoya came back to his senses and looked down at him.
Only when he saw the photo in Conan's hand did Saijo Naoya understand.
He removed the training earplugs he had just put on, took the photo, and flicked it with a bent