Akai Shuichi, the FBI's ace, might not work as relentlessly as Gin or Amuro Tooru, but having traveled all the way from New York to Tokyo, he clearly could not afford to sit idle.
Vermouth was also a big fish to the FBI. If there had been major progress on her end, Akai Shuichi might indeed temporarily set Uzo aside and come deal with Vermouth instead.
As Jiang Xia sent the Ghosts to search the area for Killing Intent, he headed up the stairs toward the 3rd floor.
Outside the door, he glanced at the moon on the horizon. It was nearly a full moon. With all Vermouth's recent little moves, it seemed she was finally preparing to do something.
"Ran!"
At the same time, Conan's anxious voice calling for someone rang out from the Mouri Detective Agency.
Jiang Xia withdrew his gaze and entered the room. He saw Conan darting around the house before finally stopping in the kitchen.
Washed radishes and onions lay on the kitchen counter, while wisps of steam rose from the pot on the stove, making the place feel full of everyday life—if someone had been busy at the stove, it would have been the most ordinary dinner scene.
Yet there was no one in the kitchen.
It was as though someone had suddenly vanished into thin air halfway through cooking.
"The meal was only halfway done, and the television downstairs wasn't even turned off..." Conan panicked at the abnormal signs. "They didn't leave normally. They must have been taken away in the middle of something!"
Had the Black Organization finally made its move here?
"Don't overthink it." Jiang Xia entered the kitchen as well and looked around. "The meal was indeed only half done, but the stove was turned off. If someone had really