"Akinari, why didn't you get in the ambulance with us?" Mrs. Domoto, who had already left some time ago, suddenly noticed someone was missing beside her. "Hurry over here. If Father can be saved, I want him to see you first thing when he wakes up—then I'll make sure to tell him how devoted you were to helping him this time."
The more Mrs. Domoto spoke, the happier she became. "That way, he definitely won't have the heart to deliberately make things difficult for you like he used to!"
Domoto Akinari froze. "Deliberately make things difficult for me?"
Mrs. Domoto nodded. "Actually, Father has always admired you. He said you were good in every other respect, but your personality was too soft and you couldn't establish authority before the employees. That's why he was always so strict with you—he hoped you would become a worthy successor someday..."
"..."
The light vanished from a murder suspect's eyes. The Killing Intent around him surged and faded, until it finally drifted down dejectedly as the police led him into the patrol car.
As he left, Jiang Xia held the newly collected Killing Intent and glanced back at the abandoned Factory.
A moment later, his gaze silently settled on Conan. There hadn't been an explosion, Vodka and Irish hadn't been hiding there, and that mediocre psychiatrist had left alive... Kudo, you've regressed.
But then again, he really had run into quite a few Black Organization executives over the past two days. And Vodka was actually seeing a psychiatrist... There was no way not to pay attention to that.
"I should visit him with a gift sometime, to show my goodwill and concern for a colleague." Thinking this, Jiang Xia got into a police car. "But before that, there seems to be one more