After the passing driver left, the curly-haired teacher looked at the others and began to lose his nerve. "How about we head back?"
The two female teachers hesitated. "But Teacher Sugiyama might already be waiting for us at the villa."
"True." The curly-haired man clicked his tongue. "Who booked a creepy villa halfway up a mountain, anyway? Wouldn't it have been better to pick one closer to the ski resort?"
The Ponytail Teacher froze. "Wasn't it you who booked it?"
"No." The curly-haired man looked at the other male teacher in the front passenger seat. "It was you, right?"
The male teacher shook his head blankly. "No. I just saw the form in my drawer asking about interest in the group trip and checked the box saying I wanted to participate."
"If it wasn't the three of us..." The curly-haired man looked at Teacher Yonehara. "Could it have been you?"
"How could it be? I don't have time to organize something like this." Remembering something, Teacher Yonehara turned to Teacher Nakamura. "As I recall, you handled the planning for every one of our events. Wasn't this one your doing too?"
"No." Teacher Nakamura shook his head. "Come to think of it, another piece of paper was shoved into my drawer yesterday..."
"Ah, I had one too!" said the male teacher in the front passenger seat. "Was it a map with the meeting point and the villa marked on it?"
"I got one too." The curly-haired man lit a cigarette irritably. "So who exactly organized this trip?"
Dr. Araide glanced at Jiang Xia beside him but said nothing.
Conan, on the other hand, hadn't thought that much about it. To him, this was merely a surprise trip that had gone a little off the rails. Seeing the four of them argue