Conan, carrying some suspicions about Anonymous and worries about his classmates, quickly ran to the passage entrance.
Then he froze slightly: the entrance had already been tightly sealed. The panel overhead was smooth and flush, without anything like a handle.
Conan's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down again. ...Forget that side passage. There's no way even this main route can't be opened from the inside, unless the owner was some lunatic who wanted to tell his descendants, "Since you came down here, stay with your great-grandmother forever."
His gaze swept rapidly around the area before landing on one of the bricks—only this brick was a slightly different size from the others.
Conan raised a hand and cautiously pushed down hard.
The stone suddenly sank inward. Then, amid a rumbling noise, the Secret Passage overhead slowly slid open.
A smell of diesel mixed with the scorched stench of fire rushed toward him.
Conan jerked in surprise and hurried out. He quickly passed through the wrecked hall and reached the door, only to find that one of the cars parked outside was gone, along with Jiang Xia and Poushi Qinglan.
Various clues pieced themselves together in his mind, and Conan gradually reconstructed what he imagined had happened a few minutes earlier.
Whether the collapsed ceiling had been caused naturally or tampered with was still unknown, but one thing was certain—if Jiang Xia had caught Scorpion, he would at most drag her somewhere secluded and knock her out a few times. He would never drive off with her. The one driving had to have been Scorpion!
Conan: *...Damn it! Scorpion actually got away with it. Armed criminals are seriously cheating, just like those two guys at the amusement park who knocked me out from behind. Although Gin hadn't actually used