Determining the exact nature of a pollutant took quite some time.
But after a few hours, they could at least see some clues. The high school students checked the sky, paid the bill, and left, planning to visit Mrs. Yoshino's home and ask about the situation.
Halfway there, Jiang Xia suddenly stopped and looked ahead.
Up ahead was a sports car dealership. A young man had happened to wander over to it. He stared through the spacious, brightly lit French window for a moment, then pushed open the door and went inside to inspect the sports cars up close.
Suzuki Sonoko had not expected Jiang Xia to stop so suddenly and nearly bumped into him. She hurriedly stopped herself and asked in confusion, "What is it?"
Jiang Xia said, "The man who just went in looks like Mrs. Yoshino's husband."
Conan froze. "How do you know? You shouldn't have met him before, right?" Could it be that the man had some characteristic unique to "Mr. Yoshino" that Jiang Xia had noticed, but he had failed to?
Jiang Xia looked down at him. "There was a wedding photo on the shelf at Mrs. Yoshino's house. The shelf was a little high, so you might not have seen it."
Conan: "..."
Another debt of blood had been added to his feud with the Black Organization.
But looking on the bright side, this showed that his observation skills were not that far behind Jiang Xia's—he had physically failed to see it, rather than seeing it and failing to notice anything.
Thinking like this, the Fake Elementary School Student felt much better. He turned and looked through the window toward the sports car exhibition hall.
Mr. Yoshino was not just looking around. He also said something to the salesperson who approached him, and