As Conan spoke, he frowned. "Afterward, that passerby didn't freeze where he was. He didn't come looking for me, or go argue with the person who fell, either. Before the crowd could gather, he quickly turned and fled around the corner in the other direction."
Jiang Xia came back to his senses and quickly caught the key point in Conan's words.
Like Conan, he frowned, his eyes taking on traces of contemplation, suspicion, and recollection—and, of course, just a touch of a Great Detective's confidence to tie it all together.
Soon, the fake detective voiced Conan's thoughts. "That person's behavior was far too similar to the passerby victims in the previous two falling incidents—but running away like that is actually very abnormal. It's practically like wanted criminals who don't dare call the police after becoming victims, and can only silently swallow the bitter consequences themselves."
Conan nodded approvingly. The other person understood his thoughts without him needing to explain much. It gave him the joy of finding a kindred spirit. He turned toward the group of onlookers in front of him and pointed at a tall man among them, whose face was still full of lingering fear as he paced around the crime scene.
"Even though I've never been hit by someone falling from a building, no matter how you look at it, when an ordinary passerby nearly gets dragged into an incident, his reaction should be more like that."
Jiang Xia looked where Conan was pointing. "That person is...?"
Conan said, "When the person fell just now, he happened to be standing directly beneath them. If my ball hadn't knocked the person away, he probably would've died on the spot along with them."
As he said that, he stared at the innocent passerby and suddenly fell silent. *...Why does