President Oohara, who had just left his seat, had somehow already returned.
He had accidentally spilled some water from his cup and wanted to find a handkerchief to wipe it up. But after feeling around on himself for quite a while, he still couldn't find one.
A moment later, as if remembering something, President Oohara slapped his forehead and headed for the restroom again—he had left his handkerchief inside.
Ohara Yu brushed past Conan and Okiya Subaru.
The two bespectacled men instinctively turned back, each with different thoughts, and glanced at Ohara Yu's retreating figure.
Just then, a scream suddenly rang out nearby.
Conan and Okiya Subaru froze and looked toward the sound. Mouri Ran had apparently seen something, and terror filled her face as she shouted at them, "Run!!"
As she spoke, Mouri Ran abruptly sprang to her feet.
At the same time, Jiang Xia, who had been seated farther out, had already pushed away his chair and rushed over.
Okiya Subaru's heart skipped a beat as he realized something had happened. Amid his panic, he actually felt a calm sense of just as I thought. Before his heart had even finished skipping, Jiang Xia, who had run over, gave his shoulder a hard shove. Conan beside him was thrown aside at the same time. The two pathetic fighters crashed into a heap and rolled across the floor.
A deafening boom— sounded behind them, and the entire café seemed to shake.
"?!"
Okiya Subaru clutched his aching head and climbed up from the floor, turning around.
Then he discovered in shock that half a truck had crashed into the café.
"..." A truck??
A truck had slid down the slope and smashed through the floor-to-ceiling window, turning half the café into ruins.
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