When they arrived, they saw a sign mounted beside the door, bearing several English words. Translated, they read: "Ogata Finance."
—According to the police investigation just now, the man who fell had run a Loan Company, and it was said to be doing quite well.
Jiang Xia looked at the sign and sighed. "The man who fell was named 'Ogata,' right? Using a black sign with white lettering like this makes it look like a memorial tablet. That's terribly unlucky."
"Memorial tablets aren't all black and white. Some are far more colorful than this sign."
A voice suddenly came from behind him—Haibara Ai had somehow followed them up the stairs as well.
Conan had no interest in the sign's color. He reached out and tried twisting the doorknob.
The door clicked open.
"...It wasn't locked?" He froze for a moment, then hesitantly entered and looked around. His tone soon turned certain. "It seems this is actually the primary crime scene."
Looking in from the doorway, Jiang Xia saw that the elegantly decorated room was now frighteningly messy. It looked as though something major had just happened—the floor-to-ceiling window opposite the door stood open, and rainwater had pooled on the balcony, mixing with the usual dust to form mud. A thick, long muddy trail began at the balcony and stretched all the way into the living room.
In the living room, the sofa and coffee table were knocked crooked. The place seemed to have gone through a fierce fight.
While Conan and "Kudo Yusaku" were drawn to the crime scene, Haibara Ai quietly tugged at the hem of Jiang Xia's clothes, looking as though she had something to tell him.
Jiang Xia turned back to glance at her, then followed her pull into the corridor and skillfully crouched down to receive