Rainwater had pooled on the ground, and the rain overhead was gradually growing heavier. Caught between attacks from both sides, the fire was quickly extinguished.
The blackened man's lips moved as though he were desperately trying to say something, but the burns on his face rendered his muttering incomprehensible. After mumbling for a while, he suddenly raised a trembling hand toward Jiang Xia, who was crouching nearby, and fiercely grasped the handle of the umbrella in his hand, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at him.
After stubbornly leaving behind a Dying Message, the man's hand dropped with a thud, and he stopped breathing.
Conan and Hattori Heiji followed the dead man's unrelenting gaze and looked at Jiang Xia. "..."
...Haha, surely he wasn't trying to say that Jiang Xia was the murderer.
The two of them shifted their gazes away and looked at the umbrella in Jiang Xia's hand. "He desperately grabbed the umbrella before he died... Could the person who killed him have something to do with umbrellas?"
Jiang Xia looked at the extra smear of blackened oil on the umbrella, then at the man on the ground, and finally at the crowd watching nearby. His thoughts could not help but wander: If Vodka were here, after doing some baseless reading comprehension, maybe a little extra ice cream would pop out again...
He sighed regretfully, lowered his head to look at the man on the ground, and spoke as though mourning the loss of a life. "Call the police."
After saying that, the three Detectives instinctively turned to look beside them.
Then they all fell silent for a moment, suddenly remembering that the three people best at calling the police were, by coincidence, not present—they had gone to look for Toyama Kazuha's wallet.
Inside a Camera shop near