Kinoshita Yoko looked worried. "No matter how busy you are, you have to eat on time. The human stomach is very fragile—Jiang Xia does a good job of that. Even when he's solving cases, he never forgets to eat. I've recommended lots of portable recipe books to him too. Want me to send you a copy?"
Vodka: "..." Really? Thank you so much. My stomach didn't hurt, but I really wanted the same recipe book as hers.
Come to think of it, why did every sentence you said involve Uzo? Could it be that you really already...
Vodka looked at the cute idol before him and closed his eyes in pain.
While an Organization Cadre was being forced to discuss a topic he did not like at all.
Elsewhere.
Jiang Xia walked over to the side of the stage, where two staff members were picking up things scattered across the floor.
Boxing Gloves, Baseball Gloves, soccer balls, and matching Team Uniforms... After they had finished forming the letter "K," the organizers had originally planned to hold a lottery autograph session and give these autographed souvenirs to lucky audience members. But because a Murder Case had suddenly occurred, the event had been canceled.
Standing beside the stage, Hattori Heiji cast a purposeful glance toward the box of commemorative soccer balls.
With a quick sweep of his eyes, he spotted one of them. "Why is this ball flat?"
"Hm?" One of the staff members looked up and glanced toward the box. "Oh, we're not sure either. That deflated one should be a spare soccer ball—the other signed balls are all still intact. Look, they're all here."
Jiang Xia examined the speaker. "From where you're standing, you shouldn't have been able to see where that deflated soccer ball was. Did you notice