Jodie had been dozing on the living room sofa. Hearing movement at the door, she jolted awake. Rubbing her eyes and looking up, she saw Akai Shuichi leaving the room completely unharmed.
"Huh? You're okay?"
Jodie was somewhat surprised. She had thought whatever woke her would be an emergency evacuation alert from the FBI ace, or some other unusual commotion. But now, it seemed the Magic Notebook was not as dangerous as she had imagined.
In other words, after one night, Shuichi had already successfully dug some intelligence out of it?
Thinking that, Jodie shifted her gaze from Akai Shuichi to the Magic Notebook.
She stood up and asked nervously, "So? Did you find anything?"
Akai Shuichi, who had spent the entire night studying the notebook: "..." Find anything?
Before obtaining Mr. Masakage's private notebook, he had thought there might be scattered references between its lines to some mysterious apprentice. Then, by following that mysterious apprentice, they could uncover Uzo's real identity.
But in reality, after staying alert for possible dangers and meticulously studying every line in it, Akai Shuichi discovered that his only gain... was learning a great many magic tricks.
Give him a set of props, and he could take the stage right now.
If he were a magician, he would be ecstatic. But he was actually an FBI agent, so... what kind of damn gain was that?
For a moment, Akai Shuichi had the urge to slam the notebook down on the table.
But as the pillar of this FBI team, under his colleagues' curious and expectant gazes, he could only silently take a deep breath before calmly setting the notebook back on the table as if nothing had happened.
"Unfortunately, there's no information about that person in here," Akai Shuichi summarized simply. After a pause, he