He looked at the fellow Ghosts surrounding him, blocking off every escape route and watching him like tigers eyeing prey.
Then he looked at the delicious Killing Intent gathered at his mouth, yet impossible to eat.
Then, then, then he looked at Theater Island, where three Murder Cases had occurred in just two days since Jiang Xia arrived...
Bandage Ghost's unshakable resolve wavered ever so slightly.
But one thing was very important...
After hesitating for a moment, it resisted the tempting Killing Intent drifting around and muttered, "Are you the one who likes creating all kinds of Murder Cases and laying out all kinds of bloody Stages?"
Jiang Xia smiled. "I am Uzo."
As for creating Murder Cases and laying out bloody Stages... someone else did that, right, Student Kudo in the distance?
At the Murder Case scene downstairs, Conan sneezed. He looked around in confusion, then finally turned his suspicious gaze toward Hashimoto Maya.
Hashimoto Maya immediately noticed his stare and suddenly understood: No wonder I kept feeling a chill down my back. So this Little Minion Ghost has targeted me again.
In the guest room upstairs.
Bandage Ghost, which rarely spoke to anyone, failed to notice the slight discrepancy in the Spirit Medium's words.
It had observed Hashimoto Maya for a long time and had gradually been influenced by his attitude. It had long since equated Uzo with that omnipotent Scriptwriter.
With all those factors intertwined, after struggling for a while, Bandage Ghost finally nodded silently.
Jiang Xia was somewhat surprised by its ready response: That easy? He had thought that since this Theater Ghost was so good at hiding, he would have to make it go through countless dramatic Murder Cases like Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage, then isolate the island and let it settle