Conan: "..." Who would run into an Abandoned Building for no reason?
—Aside from bratty little kids asking for a beating and chuuni weirdos bored enough to go exploring, probably only criminals with ulterior motives!
Elsewhere.
Akira Nishimura carried the drugged Hiroshi Hirokawa all the way to that Abandoned Building.
This building had once been Akira Nishimura's property. He had run a general store here, selling all sorts of things and living quite comfortably. But not long ago, Nishimura's investments had gone bankrupt, and the building was about to be demolished.
With little Hiroshi slung over his shoulder, Akira Nishimura reminisced about his bitter past as he entered the Basement of the Abandoned Building.
It was pitch-dark inside. Sunlight streamed in through the entrance but could not reach the depths. Further inside the Basement, the faint light outlined a tall figure lying on the floor—a man in a suit. He must have been respectable in life, but now his head was split open, bloodied, and he was dead.
"Sorry, little Hiroshi."
Akira Nishimura sighed and set the sleeping Hiroshi Hirokawa beside the corpse. "Blame it on the fact that you knew too much."
He left him there and hurried away. He had originally planned to hide nearby and observe in secret until he was certain the building had been demolished smoothly and the two of them had been completely buried beneath the rubble.
But just as he reached the building entrance, Akira Nishimura suddenly heard voices outside.
Remembering the High School Detective who had suddenly appeared and stopped the car earlier, Akira Nishimura's heart abruptly leaped into his throat.
But soon, he realized with relief that he had been overthinking it.
—The ones who had followed them to the building were not Jiang Xia passing by.
They were merely