Vodka: "..." Still, there was no need to explain all this in detail to a strange woman—what if the guy next door was some potential murderer who, seeing how clever and perceptive he was, decided to eliminate him first to clear the way? That would be troublesome.
Thinking this, Vodka stubbornly retorted, "Not surprised? Do I look like I'm not surprised?"
The pretty woman in the next seat raised one finger and gently wagged it at him. "Your gaze wasn't fixed on the magician. You were surprised by something else—and that only proves that Hoshikawa Togo's entrance held no appeal for you at all... Yet you're such an innocent audience member that you'd worry even when he lies on a steel plate. That really is unexpected."
Vodka's eyelid twitched. "..." Hah, woman, I advise you to stop thinking right now. Otherwise, if someone like you runs into Uzo, you'll either be taken away and remade into a detective, or you'll have to burn your life away to illuminate the stage—you don't want to become a disposable prop while you're still so young, do you?
The magician, who was happily acknowledging the crowd, had no idea that some audience members weren't paying any attention to his hard-earned performance at all.
Fortunately, a wonderful show would always have people to appreciate it. After rejoicing that the "magician hadn't died," Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko finally focused on the point and discussed the spectacular scene. "That was amazing! It was practically magic!"
Conan looked at Mouri Ran, who was sincerely praising the magician, and couldn't help speaking in a gloomy tone:
"Magic? He just disguised himself as a woman and blended in with the assistants, then took the chance to leave the stage. As for the flying trick at the beginning, it was