Amuro Tooru on the Run

Jiang Xia's gaze shifted, and he quickly noticed the strange glint in the receptionist's eyes.

After a moment of confusion, he began to wonder whether this beautiful receptionist was some Peripheral Member Amuro Tooru had left behind—perhaps the boss had not actually left, but had given her a secret contact signal so he could avoid acquaintances like Conan and the Mouri Father and Daughter?

With that thought, Jiang Xia cautiously nodded in response to the receptionist's question.

Having received confirmation, the receptionist bent down and pulled out a bulging travel bag from behind the counter.

She placed it on the desk, pushed it toward Jiang Xia, and kept her eyes fixed on him with a sweet smile. "That gentleman said this was your luggage and told us to make sure we handed it over to you."

"..." Jiang Xia took the travel bag, his heart stirring with anticipation. But reason kept him calm, and he did not open it at once. After all, this was the Inn lobby, full of travelers of unknown backgrounds coming and going.

Fortunately, they could not see Ghosts.

He decisively had the Ghosts wriggle into the bag to take a look.

Then, to Jiang Xia's great disappointment, he found that aside from a few changes of clothes, daily necessities, and an envelope filled with cash, there was nothing else inside.

Still unwilling to give up, he inspected it carefully again. The letter was an ordinary letter, the money was ordinary money, and the clothes were ordinary clothes... There was nothing that could be regarded as a "signal," and no meeting place could be deciphered from them.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xia took out his phone and carefully checked his Mailbox, even clicking into the trash bin for a glance.

There was not even