As Conan thought about it, he couldn't help letting out a sigh.
Other than childhood friends like them, were there really no safe, normal people around Jiang Xia?
Why did every single one of them seem so suspicious...
Thinking of that, Conan suddenly remembered. They had once run into Jiang Xia at a hospital. Back then, Uncle Mouri's client received a pot of morning glory every year. While they had been pondering the flower's meaning, Jiang Xia had explained its language as, "I'm clinging to you."
—He had looked very experienced at being clung to.
Conan: "..." Come to think of it, Jiang Xia had probably encountered plenty of strange people before. They just hadn't interacted much back then, so Conan hadn't noticed.
If "Miss Takenaka" was merely an ordinary lovesick woman, she would be easy enough to deal with.
But she actually knew Boss Amuro... Something about that felt wrong.
There was too little information. Investigating Amuro Tooru wouldn't turn up much, while Miss Takenaka remained a complete unknown.
Conan sighed and turned to look at Jiang Xia.
...He should wait until Jiang Xia woke up, then ask him about Miss Takenaka.
Hopefully, his neighbor wouldn't be blinded by love and beauty. He needed to keep his eyes open and see the dangerous person lurking nearby.
As the murderer confessed everything, the case-solving process came to an end.
The police began their busy, practiced cleanup.
Since Conan looked like he had plenty of questions, Jiang Xia leaned against the sofa. He had originally intended to sleep all the way home, leaving Student Kudo enough time to think things over and fill in every blank himself.
But as he slept, two shadows fell across him.
"...?"
Jiang Xia secretly took a look through a Ghost's perspective.
He found that