Jiang Xia hauled Conan onto the Motorcycle, turned around, and headed back. Once they left the Tunnel, he twisted the throttle and rode toward a nearby Commercial District.
Clutching his Skateboard, Conan found a moment to look up. "How did you know where he was going?"
Jiang Xia said, "The boss left earlier while chasing a taxi, and that taxi had departed from the hotel—putting it all together, the person the boss was tailing probably got scared after seeing all those police officers downstairs. Or perhaps they heard someone at the hotel was about to die and thought it was bad luck, so they decided to change accommodations.
"And in the direction you were heading just now, there's only one hotel comparable in size to Haido City Hotel. That guest will most likely check in there."
Conan: "..." Amuro Tooru left chasing a taxi... So you'd been spying on him that early?
Then he remembered that he had apparently been spying too, and Conan suddenly had nothing to say. He silently shut his mouth, caught a ride, and headed for the hotel where their target supposedly was.
What Jiang Xia had just said was not beyond Conan's own reasoning. It was just that street racing through dense traffic on a Skateboard took up too much brainpower, leaving him no time to think deeply. Now that he had calmed down, he immediately figured it out as well.
"But... if Amuro Tooru really is working for the Black Organization, and Jiang Xia and I happened to Disrupt his plans, could that lead to something bad?"
Remembering the unfortunate scene of being knocked unconscious with a club, Conan raised his voice over the howling wind. "Since he's already spotted us, there doesn't seem to be any point in following him. How about we