After call after call, another front desk finally gave them an answer.
"He's in Room 2004 at the Beika Hotel!" The Mediterranean made up an excuse to brush off the receptionist and hung up, feeling that the trip had been well worth it—just as expected of a Great Detective. Without even leaving the Detective Agency, he had managed to flush out that slippery Itakura Suguru.
He clenched his fist. "I'm going over there right now. I'll make him finish our company's software no matter what!"
It seemed that compared with the lost deposit, what he truly wanted was the international chess software he had commissioned Itakura Suguru to make.
With a clear destination, the group soon arrived at the hotel where Itakura Suguru was hiding.
On the way, Conan remembered something and looked at the three Clients. "Come to think of it, aren't you all competitors? Why did you come to a Detective together?"
The Stylish Young Man sighed. "Itakura Suguru arrogantly mass-emailed us, and that was when we learned he'd taken on three jobs at once. Under normal circumstances, we really would be competitors. But now that swindler is about to run off, the three of us victims naturally had to join forces and find him first."
The Mediterranean nodded. "So we arranged a place to meet and discuss what to do. As we talked, I suggested going to a Detective..."
"Hold on." The Stylish Young Man frowned. "I was clearly the first one to suggest finding a Detective. Why are you stealing credit again?"
Conan, who had thought he was about to say something important: "..."
The Mediterranean saw nothing wrong with what he had said. "You did say we should find a Detective, but I was the first one to think of asking Mr. Jiang Xia.