Hashimoto Maya returned to the hotel because new guests had arrived on the island, and he had come to inform President Kana.
But he was in no hurry to go inside. With other people around, President Kana had acted so businesslike toward his secretary. Clearly, he did not want anyone to know that they were close.
"Then if I go in now, won't I be blatantly telling them, 'I know something I shouldn't'? If one of these two is the murderer, then my appearance will definitely make them uneasy. They might try to silence me, or at the very least frame me and turn me into a murderer who can't defend himself."
Though, as an elite Peripheral Member, he would not be too helpless against ordinary people, President Kana clearly could not be called "ordinary" if he could support such a large entertainment group.
"I still need to be careful and avoid making trouble for myself whenever possible." Hashimoto Maya muttered inwardly. "Even Mr. Irish, a dignified veteran executive, got battered around by a bunch of passersby and nearly died several times. In Uzo's hands, where are there any truly ordinary people?"
As he quietly pondered this and waited for a suitable moment to enter, a clear voice suddenly came from beside his feet. "Uncle Hashimoto, why are you standing at the door? Why aren't you going in?"
Hashimoto Maya: "?!!"
The two people inside: "!!"
President Kana instinctively took a step back, putting more distance between himself and the secretary. They both looked toward the door and found that there really was someone standing behind it.
Hashimoto Maya shot Conan a gritted-teeth glare, cursing this innocent-looking yet evil colleague in every way imaginable. But outwardly, he could only remain calm and pretend he had heard nothing. He said to