Suzuki Sonoko asked, "horse mackerel?"
Hattori Heiji and Conan glanced at her, surprise in their eyes. This idiot classmate had actually noticed that keyword too? Could staying around Jiang Xia for so long really soak someone in the aura of deduction?
The next moment, however, Suzuki Sonoko slurped back her drool. "That sounds delicious! Let's catch some and grill them."
Conan: "..."
Hattori Heiji: "..."
"Sure, but those fish aren't easy to catch." Thinking she was joking, the Deputy Captain laughed and looked at the two young sailors beside him. "You're fishermen too, so you must have been to this island before."
"Of course." The young man with shoulder-length hair raised a hand and pointed ahead. "I remember there's a great diving spot a little farther up. We used to go play there all the time."
The blond-haired man said regretfully, "But ever since they found a corpse on this island, the friends who used to go diving with us have all gotten creeped out. None of them dare come anymore."
Seeing the topic drifting farther and farther off course, the director checked his watch and clapped his hands. "All right, enough of that. I'll go over tomorrow's live broadcast schedule with Mr. Jiang Xia and this Mr. Hattori. The rest of you can explore the island and find some especially scenic locations.
"This is a rare opportunity. We have to find the best views and bring this silent little island back to life!"
As he spoke, he smiled at Curacao.
Curacao silently pushed up the gold-rimmed, non-prescription glasses on her nose. "..." It seemed this director already knew why "Miss Shirai" had come to the island. As expected, people who dealt with shrewd people were usually shrewd themselves.
Only then did the four locals remember that they were here