"Midori... Hashi... Uh, who exactly is that?" Conan narrowed his eyes in the dim light, carefully studying the seats diagonally ahead of him—the person sitting there looked very familiar, but he couldn't make him out clearly at first.
After a moment, seeing the glasses on the man's nose, Conan finally identified him: Hashimoto Maya. It was that strange guy who had once shared a plane with them and later joined the Jiang Xia Detective Agency!
"I remember not hearing anything about him for a while... Wasn't he busy with Island Development? Why did he suddenly come to watch magic?"
Conan rubbed his chin in puzzlement. "It's not impossible that he's just here for fun, but a place this dark and noisy is perfect for shady deals that can't see the light of day..."
Thinking Like This, Conan's gaze shifted as he examined the seats around Hashimoto Maya.
Unfortunately, he was too short and the seatbacks were too high. If Hashimoto Maya hadn't suddenly leaned outward just now, Conan probably wouldn't have been able to see even him.
"Come to think of it, what was that movement Hashimoto Maya made just now?" Unable to spot any potential trading partners, Conan had to withdraw his gaze and consider things from another angle. "It looked like he was instinctively avoiding the person in the next seat... If I think of the worst-case scenario, could the deal have fallen through, and the guy next to him pulled a gun to threaten him?"
That made Conan even more curious. He was about to tell his classmates, "I'm going to the restroom," then quietly circle over to take a look at the even more suspicious person beside the suspicious one. But before he could speak, Conan remembered something and abruptly stopped.
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