Afternoon.
Across the street.
After Jiang Xia had dragged him off to review materials for most of the day, the Mini Detective, exhausted from overthinking, yawned as he returned to the Mouri Detective Agency.
A quick glance showed that the living room was unexpectedly empty. Conan froze for a moment, then remembered: Ran seemed to have caught a cold and developed a fever today, and she had been resting upstairs.
So he left the Detective Agency on the second floor and continued up the steps, planning to visit the poor patient.
"How did you suddenly catch a cold?"
In the upstairs bedroom, another visitor sat by the bed and reached out to touch Mouri Ran's forehead.
After checking her classmate's temperature, Suzuki Sonoko nodded in satisfaction. "Your fever seems to have gone down a little. This illness is so strange—it came on so suddenly. Could we have been cursed by the ghosts of those who died unjustly when we were wandering around Fuyudo Villa?"
"..." Mouri Ran shuddered and silently put on another layer, then said firmly, "Jiang Xia said there are no ghosts in this world. I must have just caught a chill. We kept getting trapped in icy places during this trip. Even though we had houses to shelter from the cold, after so many times, it's perfectly normal to catch a cold... That's right, that has to be it! It definitely isn't because a ghost has set its sights on me!"
"Haha, you're much more energetic than before whenever ghosts come up." Suzuki Sonoko patted her ghost-fearing classmate, then pressed her shoulder and pushed her back under the covers. "All right, get some proper rest. I won't bother you anymore."
"Wait!" Mouri Ran had already been reminded of some unpleasant memories. Thinking of all the corpses