"See, I told you that kid is the Grim Reaper."
After returning home, Fang Zheng recounted to Little Ai what had happened in the Western Mansion earlier, adding his own evaluation.
As for Little Ai...
"Listening to you, it sounds just like superstition."
As a scientist, Little Ai is a staunch materialist.
"Whether it's superstition or coincidence, who knows, there are many things in the world humans can't understand."
Fang Zheng shrugged his shoulders.
"In any case, if you're going out with Conan, you should be more careful. If he goes somewhere, it's not a question of whether or not people will die, but rather where, how, and how many will die."
"In that case, why don't we conduct an experiment?"
Hearing this, Little Ai became interested as well. Of course, if someone else had said this to her, she would have taken it as a joke. But she knew Fang Zheng's true identity, and since even Fang Zheng said so, Little Ai naturally wanted to see if what he said was true.
