Conan was muttering in his heart when, suddenly, almost as if he had seen right through his thoughts, the taciturn elementary school student on the other side said in a low voice, "Looks like you've completely accepted your identity as an elementary school student?"
"...Of course not!" Conan realized later and hurriedly denied it. "I just haven't seen you guys in the news for a while. Has Anonymous not been doing anything lately?"
Jiang Xia: "..." Of course. The whole organization only had one person, and acting every single day was exhausting, okay? It also wasted killing intent.
But as a mature adult, there was naturally no need to explain these inside stories to an elementary school student. Jiang Xia moved the ragdoll cat puppet in his hand, making its mouth open and close as he said solemnly, "We do not fear the public eye, but we also do not deliberately seek attention."
Conan understood: in corners he could not see, Anonymous must have been acting plenty. It was just that, without a detective present, many people with insufficient observation skills had failed to discover their traces, which was why they kept failing to make the papers.
However, one question had been answered, only for a new one to surface right after.
Conan's gaze fell on the cute ragdoll cat. "Speaking of which, I keep seeing cats with this coloring around Beika Town—is this your cat?"
The scarf-wearing child on the other side thought for a moment, then nodded. "I've fed it."
"..." Conan immediately felt as though he understood again: this cat probably did not belong to Xiao Bai—so what if he had fed it? He had fed it too, Haibara Ai had fed it too, and if he remembered correctly, cats with this coloring often went to Jiang