The others climbing the mountain failed to notice the gaze from the distant hotel.
Conan and Mizunashi Rena seemed to sense something, though, and both looked up toward the hotel at the same time.
But with so much distance between them, they could only see a brand-new building. Other than that, there seemed to be nothing unusual.
So neither of them gave it much thought. One was a suspicious undercover agent, while the other was an even more suspicious Detective. They had flashes of intuition more than ten times a day from morning to night; sometimes they came true, but more often, they were simply being oversensitive.
They kept their heads down and continued climbing. At last, the group entered the hotel.
The receptionist at Wufeng Hotel was a young man dressed in a waiter's uniform.
When he saw four or five people dragging Suitcases inside, he froze for a moment and puzzledly flipped through the reservation ledger. There did not seem to be any similar booking today.
Muttering to himself, the receptionist nevertheless asked professionally, "Hello, do you have a reservation?"
"No." Mizunashi Rena suddenly remembered something, and her eyes lit up. "Do you offer a car service? The kind that can take guests to a nearby station?"
The receptionist smiled politely. "I'm very sorry, but we do not currently offer that service."
Around the corner, Vodka, who had just come downstairs, sneered. "..." After getting a Flat Tire with Uzo, she was still fantasizing about leaving midway? This woman really was naive... But why did her voice sound so familiar?
The receptionist had no idea that a customer was eavesdropping and asked Mizunashi Rena, "How many rooms do you need?"
Mizunashi Rena was about to answer when a chill suddenly ran down her back, as though something