Vodka frowned in thought as he returned to his ward.
After thinking for a while, he looked toward Takagi, who had come back carrying a heap of bags, and gave a sinister smile as he formed a plan.
"Officer Takagi," Vodka said in a low voice. "Here's the thing. I have a plan, and I need you to cooperate."
Takagi Wataru looked at the patient sympathetically. "Go ahead. I'll help as much as I can."
Vodka glanced at his expression, the corner of his eye twitching slightly. To make this temporary helper take the coming operation seriously, he had a flash of inspiration. Imitating Conan's way of invoking a bigger authority, he lowered his voice and said, "I discussed this plan with Jiang Xia before. He said it was highly feasible."
"!" Officer Takagi's attitude instantly turned serious as expected. He looked as if he wished he could pull out a notebook and jot it down. "Go ahead. I'm listening."
"..." Vodka silently felt a pang over the difference in treatment, then quickly composed himself. "If I suddenly fall asleep again today, pretend something's come up at the Metropolitan Police Department and say goodbye to the doctor and nurse. Then, after an hour passes, secretly return to my ward—remember, don't let anyone see you."
Officer Takagi: "..." What kind of plan was this? It made no sense... But if Jiang Xia had agreed to it, there had to be a reason.
Thinking this, Officer Takagi nodded. "All right."
Time flew, and soon it was evening again.
In the parking lot near the hospital, a motorcycle sped over and slipped into the bike shed.
Jiang Xia got off, removed his helmet, and looked at the building with great interest.
After that, he avoided the others and quietly entered the building