After asking for the room number, Jiang Xia and Conan ran down the stairs.
On the way, Conan remembered something and looked up at the classmate beside him. "Why are you..." Why were you so normal this time, without that terrifying laggy, idle-like reaction from before?
He didn't finish, but Jiang Xia understood.
The busy Spirit Medium fell briefly silent. "..." Of course, it was because the Ghosts had become capable enough to run all over the place on their own. His time spent idling had been greatly reduced, so he no longer needed to frequently make excuses to personally take the field and operate his puppets—if Ran hadn't suddenly slapped the wall and blocked the way just now, he might have forgotten that excuse entirely.
But the good thing about one's mental state was that he could make up whatever he wanted.
So the High School Detective soon flashed a cheerful smile and spoke like a philosopher. "I still have many things to do. I don't have time to keep dwelling on past experiences."
Conan nodded in relief. That was more like it! Being a Detective really was meaningful work. Its only flaw was that it wasn't very friendly to other detectives...
Remembering those days when he had been just one step away from the truth, only to have the answer suddenly slapped into his face, the Fake Elementary School Student touched the Soundproof Earmuffs in his pocket, and the smile gradually faded from his face.
Fortunately, he didn't have much time to brood. Following the address the landlady had given them, the two soon arrived outside a room bearing a door plate that read "Kido Yoshihiko."
Jiang Xia knocked on the door. "Mr. Kido!"
The room was silent. No one answered.
Conan's heart skipped a beat, and he