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(Thud)

The tray Mrs. Minagawa handed out held coffee and homemade cakes, their enticing aroma wafting from afar.

Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko both loved sweets, and Conan had a sweet tooth too. Back when he was a high school student, he had been too embarrassed to eat them every day, but after shrinking, he had often mooched sweets from Haibara Ai along with the Detective Boys and Jiang Xia.

The three of them briefly escaped the oppressive atmosphere among the college students, breathed a sigh of relief, pulled over some cake and coffee, and started passing the time with snacks.

Jiang Xia found the motorcycle he had parked nearby and headed in the vague direction the Ghosts sensed.

After riding a dozen meters, the Ghosts started muttering again—the unsettling killing intent was rapidly approaching them.

Before long, an utterly ordinary Toyota appeared on the empty road ahead.

As it rapidly drew closer, Jiang Xia sensed that killing intent as well—the source was inside the car, carrying the faint scent of cloyingly sweet perfume.

"...?"

Jiang Xia gave Matsuda Jinpei a complicated look, recalling how it had been the first to discover the source of the killing intent.

Matsuda Jinpei met his gaze, and a cautious "?" popped up above its head. After a moment of confusion, it suddenly understood what Jiang Xia was thinking and hurriedly waved its hands in denial—it did not like that smell; it was just more sensitive to this type of killing intent...

What flavor of killing intent Ghosts liked was not urgent. Jiang Xia quickly gave up on the pastime of observing the Ghosts' habits—such things were better suited for when he had nothing to do. And right now was clearly not one of those idle moments.

He looked back at the car