Conan saw this and had wanted to laugh at them, but after glancing at how far he was from the sea surface, he quietly changed his story and pretended he was merely sharing some knowledge. "If you're going to release a fish, you should first rinse your hands in ice water. Otherwise, human body temperature is too high for fish—they'll get burned."
Suzuki Sonoko snorted. "Then don't eat any grilled fish later."
Conan: "..."
Second by second, time passed. The sun gradually climbed higher, and noon was fast approaching.
Mizunashi Rena gazed at Theater Island from afar. She had nearly become an Island-Watching Stone from all the waiting, yet she still hadn't picked up any hint of a conspiracy. All she heard was the newcomers who had arrived on the island; now that they had familiarized themselves with the surroundings, they were each preparing for the upcoming promotional event.
The Listening Device's range is still too limited. Mizunashi Rena sighed inwardly. But no one knows what's hidden on the island, or whether there are regular inspections. If I make too obvious a move and they notice, it could cause trouble.
If it were only herself, she was confident she could escape from this isolated island, which was not too far from shore. But besides her, there were now a large number of innocent civilians on the island. If she provoked some thug in the organization, and that person took an unconventional approach by blowing the entire island into the sky... that would be very bad.
Nearby, Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko had leaned against each other and begun dozing off.
Just as she was getting sleepy, Mouri Ran's Fishing Rod suddenly twitched, and the fishing float sank.
"I've got one!" Mouri Ran jolted awake. In an instant, she unleashed the