Conan held the draft in hand with distaste. "..." He would just read a couple of pages, then pretend he couldn't recognize the characters and dump the manuscript on his mom! There were so many people present, yet Jiang Xia had deliberately given the draft to him. He probably wanted him to use his elementary school student identity to end this disaster.
As he thought this, Conan painfully rubbed his eyes, trying to pick out a complicated kanji that an elementary school student shouldn't know, then carry out his escape plan.
While a Fake Elementary School Student was quietly devising a plan to pass the buck under the expectant gaze of a mystery writer.
On the other side.
Jiang Xia walked some distance down the long corridor, then turned into an inconspicuous side passage. After going a bit farther, he stopped outside an open room door.
Inside the room were two maids. One lay sprawled on the bed, while the other was standing beside it.
Hearing the footsteps at the door, the latter turned back warily. When she saw the person outside, Torimaru Naoko froze. "Mr. Jiang Xia?"
Jiang Xia nodded to her, then looked toward the bed, meaning to show a little concern for his other subordinate. "Is she all right?"
"She's fine, please don't worry." Torimaru Naoko thanked this warmhearted good detective on behalf of her fake younger sister. After that, she looked around, and suddenly realized this was a rare opportunity—this seemed like an excellent chance to exchange intelligence with Jiang Xia.
"Although the contact information for the Jiang Xia Detective Agency is all over the internet, and I also have his business card, if we communicate by phone or email... it always feels unsafe." Torimaru Naoko muttered inwardly:
"And last time, when I took the