At that moment, on the rooftop of a building nearly a hundred meters away.
Above and below, the atmosphere was completely different.
Although Conan had fallen from the building, he was descending very slowly. The instant he dropped, he consciously spread his limbs to increase air resistance, trying to slow his fall.
The gravity of this world had always been especially kind to him.
And his luck was clearly excellent as well. The night wind blew upward along the side of the building, and this lightweight Child of the World actually descended at a slow, constant speed. Anyone witnessing it could not help suspecting that even if he fell straight to the ground, he would not die—like an ant thrown from a high-rise building.
The miraculous time he had gained this way gave Conan more room to act.
Conan flailed in midair and flipped over, facing upward.
Sure enough, Kid had jumped down after him. The Phantom Thief controlled the Hang Glider on his back, using some marvelous technique to accelerate his dive. The distance between them rapidly closed.
Very soon, they reached the optimal range for an Anesthetic Needle.
Conan had already strangled his conscience the moment he jumped. Now, seeing Kid approach after turning around, he raised his hand and fired an Anesthetic Needle.
"?!"
The moment Kid saw Conan raise his wrist, he sensed trouble. He abruptly flipped over, and the cape hardened into a Hang Glider carried him through several turns in the air, widening the distance between them once more.
Kid controlled his Hang Glider and turned to look at Conan in bafflement. "..." Has this kid lost his mind? He's about to get smashed into a pancake, and he's still thinking about catching a Phantom Thief? I don't want mutual destruction with a Detective.