No sooner had he said that than Conan remembered Hashimoto Maya was still beside them, inexplicably keeping a low profile.
"..." He was silent for a moment, then calmly tried to backtrack. "That cat-throwing magician might circle back and come bother it again. If you go ask now, wouldn't you be putting the cat in danger?"
Suzuki Sonoko realized it later. "That... kind of makes sense."
Just then, a cell phone ringtone suddenly rang out.
Hashimoto Maya, who had been quietly sizing up Gin, froze and followed the sound, reaching into his pocket. After pausing for a moment, he slowly took out an old-model black-and-white-screen phone.
Suzuki Sonoko saw it and looked a little surprised. "Mr. Hashimoto, you're really frugal. But a phone like that can't download apps. Isn't it hard to use normally?"
Hashimoto Maya's expression looked somewhat grim. "This isn't my phone."
Someone must have slipped it into his pocket just now while he wasn't paying attention.
That person had actually managed to put such a big phone into a place close to his body without alerting him at all? If this hadn't been a phone, but a bomb...
Hashimoto Maya silently took a deep breath, feeling as if he had walked past the gates of hell yet again.
At the same time, he couldn't help secretly rejoicing: good thing the many bloody lessons he and others had learned in the past had made him not dare to carry a gun when approaching Jiang Xia. Otherwise, if the person who planted the phone had reached into his pocket and fished out a gun instead... things would probably have become even more troublesome.
"Mr. Hashimoto? Mr. Hashimoto?"
Seeing Hashimoto Maya suddenly start staring blankly at a phone, the two high school girls exchanged a look and asked in confusion,