(Thud)
The wood-framed house burned with terrifying speed. The fire at the Morozumi Residence was unusually fierce, and in the blink of an eye, it had spread throughout the entire building.
By the time the three arrived, the area was packed with onlookers wearing all manner of expressions.
Firefighters carried someone out of the Morozumi Residence, swiftly covered the body with a white sheet, and loaded it into an ambulance. Although the victim had been burned beyond recognition, only Mrs. Morozumi had been home at this hour, making her identity rather obvious.
Mr. Morozumi and the feng shui master were squeezed into the front of the crowd.
At the sight of this, Morozumi Akira stood frozen for a moment before suddenly lunging forward. "Ryoko!!"
Soga Misao hurried after him and patted his old classmate on the shoulder, as though comforting the man who had just lost his wife.
A moment later, he turned back and glanced at the fiercely burning house.
Every inch of the house was being licked by raging flames. Nothing inside would remain.
A few meters away, among the onlookers.
Conan watched the two men, frowned for a moment, then quietly said to Jiang Xia and Hattori Heiji, "Weren't they going out for drinks? I remember there weren't any izakayas among the nearest shops, so they should have gone somewhere farther away. How did they get here even faster than we did?"
"Maybe he forgot something and came back for it. Or maybe someone saw the firelight and notified him." Jiang Xia frowned as he analyzed the situation, taking a bite from the chicken roll in his hand. "Of course, it could also be part of the murder plan. He might have come back to check because he was worried."
Conan and Hattori Heiji caught the