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"At that mixer, there'll be a muscular guy named Wakamatsu Toshihide. He's a member of the Beika University Tennis Club, and I heard he's been very enthusiastic about Ran." Conan rubbed his chin, looking worried. "Leaving aside the chocolate—what if he pretends to be drunk at the mixer and harasses Ran? I heard he's always had a bad reputation. Though he himself doesn't think he's harassing anyone, he's actually always been too forward and does things like that..."
Jiang Xia: "..."
Hearing that, he already understood why Conan had come to see him.
—Either Conan hoped he would stop the mixer, or he hoped Jiang Xia would sneak in and help serve as Mouri Ran's bodyguard.
Jiang Xia actually felt that Student Kudo was overthinking it. Even if Wakamatsu was muscular, he couldn't possibly be a match for the seemingly delicate Mouri Ran.
But...
There might be Ghosts to pick up. Why wouldn't he go?
Jiang Xia thought it was a wonderful idea.
Besides, his gaze swept over Conan, and he remembered that he could take care of something else while he was at it.
Nearby, Haibara Ai had initially been a little worried too.
But soon, after the image of slender Mouri Ran surfaced in her mind, one door after another appeared, all of them dead with their eyes open. Their bodies were warped, and the padlocks hooked onto their frames hung limply.
Haibara Ai: "..."
She yawned and lost interest in the matter. "Those two ladies are both single right now, aren't they? Whether they go to a mixer is their freedom. If they run into anyone strange, she can protect herself."
Yet Conan still showed no intention of leaving.
Haibara Ai couldn't discuss matters related to the Black Organization with Jiang Xia while Conan was