After that brief recollection, the Detective Boys' footsteps suddenly stopped, and they froze in place.
They slowly looked back, and then saw a great detective who had appeared from who knew where standing behind them, raising a hand in a very familiar greeting.
"B-Brother Jiang Xia!"
They'd really seen a ghost in broad daylight. They clearly weren't with Conan, that little lackey, so who on earth had led Brother Jiang Xia here?!
"Achoo!"
At Professor Agasa's villa, Conan sneezed hard.
He rubbed his nose and looked suspiciously toward the tightly drawn curtains. "Don't tell me someone from that organization is talking about me."
In front of the television, Haibara Ai heard Black Organization and silently shrank deeper into the sofa.
From the corner of his eye, Conan noticed something moving over there. He turned his head for a look and said in surprise, "You're actually watching a soccer match? Whose match is it today? Let me think... Right, it's Tokyo Spirits against Noir Tokyo, isn't it? Who won?"
Haibara Ai was not very interested in soccer, but she wanted even less to talk about the organization. So, to stop a mini detective whose head was full of men in black from dragging the topic back, she could only go along with it. "Tokyo Spirits."
"About what I expected." Conan nodded. "Once Higo left, Noir Tokyo was like it had lost its backbone. They could stall for time, but it would be hard for them to win."
Professor Agasa happened to pass by and heard the two children chatting, so he joined in too. "Speaking of Higo, I remember he played especially well last time when he faced the BIG Osaka Team. Every time the ball was passed to his feet, the boos from the audience sounded like they were