Akai Shuichi's Misdirection—Please Vote o(〃'▽'〃)o
While Matsuda Jinpei fretted over the sudden job offer,
the Mini Detective beside him was also troubled.
—Running into Officer Sato and the black-clad, curly-haired "Mr. Kurosawa," Conan had thought it was the perfect chance to extract information.
But after a while, he realized in utter confusion that it did not seem to be the case.
Water World, just like its name, was packed with water-filled attractions. The rushing water forced people to shout to be heard, yet the things he wanted to ask could not exactly be shouted for everyone to hear.
When they had spoken during the rafting ride just now, every time he opened his mouth, a huge wave had splashed into his face, choking his words right back down his throat.
"Cough, cough!"
After getting off the raft, Conan draped the Towel Officer Sato had kindly offered over his head and wiped himself off miserably like a drowned rat.
Beside him, Officer Sato, who knew nothing of Kurosawa's mystery or danger, was still concerned about the minor matter of getting soaked. "Conan, don't open your mouth on rides like this. The rafting track is fast, and if you keep talking, you'll be swallowing water and wind. Your stomach will start hurting before long."
As she spoke, she glanced suspiciously at the raft that had just departed. "But when I used to ride this, I don't remember the waves being this big. Could the boat's bow have warped from being used for too long?"
Matsuda Jinpei remembered the little clay ornament the Spirit Medium Master had embedded in the bow before leaving and guiltily looked away.
Fortunately, as a scientific materialist, Conan did not think of that. Once he had finally caught his breath, he hurriedly asked before they headed to the