Hearing Conan's question, the Security Captain rubbed the bribe money he had just accepted from Irish, sobering up a little.
"Deal with him? Well... we didn't really do much at the time. After all, young people—cough, middle-aged people—making a mistake for their idol isn't completely unforgivable. He just wanted to get close to those idols too badly."
As the Security Captain spoke, he began to feel a little guilty himself and changed his story. "Besides, he was so strong. If he'd insisted on breaking through, we would've had a hard time stopping him, so we had no choice but to let him go.
"And facts proved that our decision was very wise—you don't know this, but I heard that guy collapsed the moment he left the building and lost consciousness. He must've had some hidden condition that flared up whenever he got excited. What if we'd gotten serious with him and he died in this building? It's not that we were worried about getting into trouble. It was still a human life, after all. If you round it off, we were saving a life."
Conan stared at his bulging pockets. "..." That did not sound like something a Security Captain should say. Did you take money?
He had a feeling there were hidden circumstances, but when he asked further, the Security Captain refused to say anything and began pretending to be drunk.
Conan sighed and had no choice but to leave for the moment.
He exited the office but did not actually leave. Instead, he wandered nearby for a while, then casually grabbed another passing security guard and asked about what had happened earlier.
Conan was lucky. With a random grab, he had caught a passerby who held an important clue.
"You mean that unlucky guy who hurried toward the