"..." Morozumi Akira's expression darkened.
The two of them stared at each other silently for a moment as he struggled internally countless times.
In the end, Morozumi Akira suddenly sighed, rubbed his face hard, and gritted out, "Actually... sigh. Patients' information should be kept absolutely confidential. But my wife died in that fire, and I... I simply can't forgive that arsonist!"
"Hmm?" Jiang Xia politely gestured for him to continue.
"Actually, I saw that distinctive 'Red Horse' in Genda's antique shop. It wasn't the same size as the one at the fire scene—the one he displayed in his shop was much larger—but its pose and form were exactly the same." Morozumi Akira pressed a hand to his temple. "Genda used to suffer from sleepwalking, and it seems to have relapsed recently, so he came to me for treatment—I'm a doctor in the Psychiatry Department.
"I just looked up information related to the Serial Arson Case, and then I found that he came to see me the day after the first arson case occurred!
"Though there's no evidence, the timing is just too much of a coincidence. It's hard not to suspect him. And I heard that, a few minutes before the incident, someone saw him near my house... I prescribed him some sedatives and told him to come back regularly for checkups. I thought his condition should have improved by now, but I never expected it to be this bad. If only I hadn't gone drinking that day and had stayed at home..."
He raised a hand and wiped away his tears.
Jiang Xia looked at him thoughtfully. "...So that's how it was."
Elsewhere.
In order to beat Jiang Xia to it and save the innocent... well, not actually innocent culprit from his misery, Hattori Heiji and Conan hitched