Mouri Ran smiled happily. "Mahjong is so much fun. Let's play another round!"
"Ahem." One of the other players hurriedly cut in. "Fuyuki is taking forever—I'll call and hurry him along."
Under Mouri Kogoro's enigmatic smile, he awkwardly took out his phone and called for reinforcements.
Yet this time, no matter how long the phone rang, no one answered.
"Strange, his office lights are clearly on." The player looked out the window in confusion. "He always answered quickly before. What's wrong with him today?"
Another player muttered, "Don't tell me something happened—come to think of it, when I called him earlier, he sounded a little flustered..." As he spoke, his expression changed slightly. "Could he have run into burglars?"
Jiang Xia thought for a moment, then said what Conan had been about to say: "Financial companies are indeed easy targets for thieves. To be safe, we should go check."
The group left the Mahjong Parlor and entered the Detached House across the street, making their way up to the second floor.
One of the players knocked on the sturdy door. "Fuyuki? Are you in there?"
He pounded on it for a while, but no one opened the door. Instead, someone came up from downstairs.
The man wore a suit, the typical attire of an office drone. Seeing so many people gathered at the door, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
The player turned toward the voice. "Oh, I remember you. You work here, right? We were playing mahjong and were one person short—we were just waiting for your president. But we waited and waited, and he never showed up. He isn't answering his phone either, so we came over to see what was going on."
Minamisawa Naoyoshi looked surprised. He took out the company keys and