"Come to think of it, was it because I suddenly thought of the Black Organization? I feel like there's a chill down my back."
Haibara Ai pressed down the hood over her head, pulled the scarf tighter around her face, and adjusted her temporarily dyed black hair as she cautiously surveyed the area like she was facing a formidable enemy.
—Vermouth had targeted her not long ago. Although Jiang Xia now seemed very supportive of her going out more, Haibara Ai still remained extremely vigilant. Before coming to watch this parade, she had put on a full disguise and even dyed her hair.
After all, as far as she knew, the Organization occasionally had terrorist tendencies—if they suddenly decided to throw a bomb or assassinate someone at such a crowded, lively gathering, what if they happened to spot her?
As an Organization member, she had long since grown used to all kinds of explosions.
Beside Haibara Ai, Conan did not find anything wrong with that line of thought either. Inferring a criminal's thinking and putting oneself in their shoes were essential lessons for a detective—he often considered things from that angle himself, and could even devise methods more meticulous than the criminal's. He was also often driven to headaches by idiotic criminals who ignored logic. That was perfectly normal.
But...
"Dramatic." Conan recalled the word Jiang Xia had used earlier and rubbed his chin. "Has Jiang Xia been watching too many novels and movies lately, or has he noticed the stage too?"
Conan instinctively compared it to his own situation.
"Before I heard the words 'stage' and 'actors' from that woman in black, then went to Okiya Subaru to verify it, I never thought there was anything wrong with the cases around me. At most, the timing seemed a little