"But if that's the case, then why has no one but Jiang Xia caught even a single fish?"
Conan looked at Jiang Xia in confusion. He should have been suspicious, but then he suddenly remembered what had happened on another island some time ago: there had been no fishing rods, no nets, no lights, yet the fish had practically seemed to grow eyes and kept falling at Jiang Xia's feet...
"Why do fish like him so much?" Conan sank into thought. "Is he the Sea God reincarnated?"
Watching Jiang Xia reel in fish one after another, Mouri Ran was just as delighted. Still, it would have been even better if she could catch something too.
She looked at her fishing rod, which was as still as if it had died, and sighed helplessly. "We haven't been making a fuss, we haven't scared the fish away, and the weather's so nice. Why can't we catch anything?"
Conan came back to himself. "In shallow waters like this, good weather actually makes fishing harder—the sunlight makes the water too clear, so the fish get cautious. If we'd come out on a cloudy or rainy day, we might have caught several by now."
Mouri Ran suddenly understood. "No wonder Dad always likes going fishing on rainy days. I thought he was just afraid of getting sunburned."
But Conan was more concerned about something else. After hesitating, he finally could not help saying, "It's neither fishing season nor suitable fishing weather, yet Mr. Hashimoto arranged for us to go fishing today... The timing feels very strange."
Mizunashi Rena felt the same way. Hashimoto Maya might be plotting something unpleasant on the island, but as a paid host, insisting on staying behind would only make her look suspicious.
As she thought, she adjusted her earphones and