When someone waved at him, Hattori Heiji instinctively replied with a "Hi." The next instant, his steps froze and his eyes widened.
Why is this guy here?!
"Jiang Xia!"
The person who had briefly been traveling with him had an entirely different reaction. Suzuki Sonoko rushed over in delight. "Long time no see!"
Conan looked speechlessly at his classmate. "..." Has it really been that long? Weren't the few of us at the bookstore together after school just two days ago...? More importantly, what are you doing here? Causing trouble?
As he grumbled inwardly, a pair of dark hands suddenly reached over from the side and grabbed him by the collar.
Hattori Heiji shook this fake brother who had no sense of loyalty. "You sold me out again! How many times has this been now?!"
Conan's glasses nearly slipped crooked. Dizzy from the shaking, he hurriedly defended himself. "It wasn't me, it was that director!"
"Director?" Hattori Heiji froze. A moment later, he turned in the direction Conan was pointing and finally noticed mustache standing nearby, his fringe parted in a three-seven split.
When their eyes met, Mustache chuckled and hurried over to offer him a business card. "Hello, I'm Taketomi Masao, a staff member at Kyushu TV Station—you remember me, right? I contacted you by email not long ago."
"Oh, it's you..." Hattori Heiji remembered, scratching his head helplessly. This was a crucial moment in the Black Organization's schemes—how could he have time to appear on some program? Still, he had been curious about the riddle the other man mentioned, so he had intended to hear him out before deciding whether to go. But now...
"Just agree," Conan whispered to his unfortunate little partner. "Jiang Xia has already decided to go."
"Jiang Xia's going?" Hattori Heiji blurted out. "Then