"Why isn't Jiang Xia wearing black clothes?" Hashimoto Maya froze. "No, that's not the point. The point is that Jiang Xia is outside... so who did I just steal??"
The thing he had gone through so much trouble to steal... seemed to have been the wrong thing?
Looking at Jiang Xia, then at Uzo standing not far from him, Hashimoto Maya's mind buzzed. It felt like he had painstakingly finished a proposal, only to look up and discover that a new one had already been implemented long ago.
"Jiang Xia got out ages ago, so who's in that box? Could it be that not only am I not part of the stage, but I've actually disrupted the real stage?"
After squatting there in a daze for a while, Hashimoto Maya made a tearful decision.
—Put the box back!
"But after all that commotion, the luggage storage area should already be under lockdown." Hashimoto Maya now deeply understood what it meant to lift a stone only to drop it on his own foot. But things had come to this, so all he could do was keep praying. "I hope everything goes smoothly... God bless, Amitabha."
In the garden.
The group was heading toward the Round Table. As they neared a corner, Jiang Xia looked down at Conan and suddenly asked, "You said your cake got knocked apart, so you went back to get another one?"
Conan was trying to make sense of today's complicated amusement park when he suddenly heard Jiang Xia's question. He nodded, puzzled. "Why are you asking that?"
Jiang Xia looked at his empty hands. "What did you get another piece of? An air cake?"
Following his gaze, Conan looked at his own empty hands and fell silent.
...He had been so busy thinking about other things