After a pause, Hanzaki Jiro explained on his own, "But my agent likes drinking. I bet he got drunk at home first thing this morning again. Honestly, there's no helping him, hahaha."
"..." Suzuki Sonoko murmured quietly to Jiang Xia, "Isn't this guy way too talkative? And didn't Officer Takagi say he had a really bad temper yesterday? Why does he seem like a completely different person today?"
Hanzaki Jiro was still enthusiastically searching all over the place, and his mouth hadn't stopped either. "I called him several times just now to hurry him up, but he didn't answer—so I'm sure he must have passed out drunk at home!"
Now even Mouri Ran felt something was off. She whispered to her classmates, "If he couldn't get through, shouldn't he suspect something happened? Why is he so sure the man's just passed out drunk instead? And why does he keep repeating it so many times..."
Jiang Xia nodded. "It is a little strange."
Even the slow-witted Officer Takagi beside them felt something wasn't quite right. "If your agent isn't answering his phone, why don't you go to his house and look for him? You should know where he lives, right?"
"I know, sure, but his place is way too far." Hanzaki Jiro laughed. "Even by car it takes an hour and a half. I'm too lazy to go all that way. Anyway, once he sobers up, he'll definitely answer the phone."
As Conan listened carefully to what the man was saying, he scrutinized him. Suddenly, the sharp-eyed fake elementary school student noticed something. "There seems to be something stuck to your trouser cuff?"
"Hm?" Hanzawa Jiro lowered his head and glanced down, then gave an oh. "It's shampoo! I must've gotten it on me by accident when I was cleaning the