Conan crouched by the French window and peered through the glass at the corpse in the living room several times. In the end, he couldn't resist sneaking into the house to look for more clues.
The moment the door opened, Vodka's gaze shifted over from behind his sunglasses.
Vodka: ...You actually dare sneak into the crime scene alone and wander around? Hmph, you're only getting away with it because you're a kid and the police can't hold you accountable. Otherwise, just wait until you leave traces behind and get suspected as the murderer.
As he viciously cursed the brat who had tricked him into crashing into Akai Shuichi, a voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Back in the study, why did you keep standing at the door instead of going in with everyone else to take a look?" Jiang Xia casually patted his shoulder. "Were you shy?"
Vodka shuddered and nearly grabbed him for an over-the-shoulder throw. Fortunately, his reason allowed him to stop himself just in time.
He silently shifted away, avoiding that demonic claw, before saying, "I was worried I'd damage clues at the crime scene." Hah, what else could it be? Of course I was worried that I'd leave traces after going in, and you'd seize on them to forcibly turn me into a police suspect—don't think I don't know that's one of your usual tricks for screwing people over!
Jiang Xia nodded thoughtfully and said in a voice too low for the two high schoolers nearby to hear, "You were afraid you'd leave traces after entering the house, and I'd use that as an excuse to bring the police down on you?"
Vodka: "?!!"
He instinctively covered his mouth, his eyes full of confusion. Did I accidentally say that out loud?!
Jiang Xia glanced at him,