"What's wrong?" The others had long since grown used to Conan rushing to the crime scene at the first opportunity.
But this time, they noticed something was different—after Conan arrived, he did not look at the body. He was looking elsewhere.
That left everyone somewhat surprised. "What are you looking for?"
Mouri Ran and Haibara Ai had been browsing around the shops earlier and had not seen that scene.
Jiang Xia and Professor Agasa had been dozing on the bench by the entrance, so they had missed the fall as well—or at least, that was how it looked on the surface.
Only Conan had been leaning against the railing, watching the crowds passing below and contemplating life. Thus, he had happened to see someone nearly get hit, only to be pulled away by another person.
Conan: "..." And the person who had pulled that man away... looked remarkably like the young woman who had delivered his passport last night!
Once the seed of suspicion was planted, other doubts began to surface one after another.
Conan recalled what had just happened and suddenly realized that even the man the woman in black had pulled away gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He seemed to have seen that person somewhere before.
Conan: "..." So who exactly were these people? What was their purpose?
The woman in black's words from last night—"an actor fleeing the stage"—had carried an unmistakable malice that made them impossible to ignore.
Yet just now, she had casually saved someone.
Thinking of that, Conan could not help feeling puzzled. Could that man, who had nearly been hit and was clearly terrified, have been the woman in black's target? Was this a threat directed at him?
Or were there other hidden circumstances?
Conan's head was full of question marks.