Haibara Ai: "..." What if Jiang Xia also encountered someone who placed their career above everything else—someone willing to throw away their own life, or others' lives, just to bring down the Organization...
As she thought about it, her delicate palm could not help breaking out in a cold sweat.
Haibara Ai silently clenched Jiang Xia's clothes, planning to have a proper talk with him after this case ended about the danger Undercover Agents posed to Organization members.
A few meters away.
Conan did not notice Jiang Xia and Haibara Ai whispering to each other—the miniature Tokyo Detective's attention had already been completely drawn to the strange case.
Conan: "..." They had clearly seen someone fall from the building at 12:10, yet every other onlooker who had paid attention to the time claimed that the person had fallen at around 12:20.
How tall would a building have to be for someone to fall for ten whole minutes before hitting the ground? There had to be some ingenious trick hidden in this.
As he pondered, Conan raised his head and looked at the miraculous building before him, one so tall that a person could fall for half a day.
Then he discovered in astonishment that the building had only three floors. It was extremely short, entirely unlike the high-rise they had seen earlier.
"Professor Agasa." Conan tugged on Professor Agasa's sleeve and sought confirmation from his muddleheaded neighbor, who was also a witness. "When we saw those two arguing on the Rooftop Terrace, wasn't the building they were on much taller than this one?"
Professor Agasa looked up at the building in front of them, but shook his head. "No, it should have been about this height—look, even the billboard on the roof is exactly the same."
Conan froze. "..."