"Oh?" Inspector Yassa's eyes lit up slightly at the good news, and his heart settled.
Sneaking around inside the building and running at the sight of police—this person had a serious problem, far more serious than the "vicious Asian man" lead that had gone nowhere that afternoon. He had to be the murderer who shot the victim.
—Just as he had expected, the murderer was still hiding in this building!
If they caught him first through a search, what use was a Detective?
For the first time since getting off the plane, Inspector Yassa finally felt refreshed. "Bring in some equipment. Make sure you catch him! We can't let a dangerous individual like this escape and threaten the public's safety."
As he spoke, he pressed down his police cap and hurried downstairs, his eager steps oddly carrying a hint of relief.
Conan stared blankly at the officer as he swept away like a gust of wind. "..." Wait, they had not even gathered all the clues yet, and he had not started deducing anything. The police had already found the murderer... Was this really about to end?
As he was thinking, another gust of wind passed beside him—Jiang Xia had already gone past him and out the door, following Inspector Yassa. He was clearly interested in the criminal who had somehow not run away.
Conan came back to his senses and hurried after them. Looking on the bright side... No, looking on the worst side... No, that was not right either. He needed to be cautious. What if Inspector Yassa had caught the wrong person? He could not give up on the deduction. He needed to think this through carefully.
The elevator arrived quickly, and Inspector Yassa strode inside in high spirits.
The instant he entered the elevator, a