Even while harboring doubts, he still had work to do.
Because Curacao's emails were still urging him on.
"How impatient is this woman, anyway?" Vodka's brow twitched. "Uzo is practically at our doorstep, and she still cares about Uzo Coin?"
After thinking for a moment, Vodka typed a reply: [Don't rush. We'll settle everything after the case is solved. Haven't we always done it this way?]
After a brief pause, though he dearly wanted to curse out the person on the other end, Vodka remembered that Curacao was a powerful executive who could strangle him to death with one hand. He silently added: [There will be plenty more chances for you to achieve total victory. There's no need to rush.]
Curacao was indeed struck by that blessing. She quieted down and waited calmly for the case to end.
Perhaps because success after countless failures had come too hard, the image of Uzo that had been baring its fangs in her mind now somehow looked almost cute on the screen.
Outside the screen, however, no one was looking at Jiang Xia.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the Breakwater Pile, watching the aloof fisherman who had suddenly collapsed after being patted once.
"Eshiri, Eshiri?!" The Captain was shocked. "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Xia hopped across the rocks, and when he stopped, Conan crashed into his back, nearly bouncing into the sea.
Jiang Xia reached back, grabbed this handy diagnostic tool, and placed him before Eshiri Taishi. Conan immediately threw himself into his work.
"Purple lips and rapid breathing—those are signs of oxygen deprivation. But his pulse is relatively normal, and his heart is beating normally too. That means..."
Conan examined his face, felt his pulse, and even pressed an ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. At last,