Jiang Xia interrupted their shared daze. "Since Miss Fumiko wasn't driving, there's only one truth—actually, it was..."
Still shaken from the fright just now, Mouri Ran trembled as she picked up his words. "A ghost was driving?"
Jiang Xia: "..."
Ignoring his classmate's tantalizing question, he continued, "Someone else was driving."
"Someone else?" Mouri Kogoro counted on his fingers. "President Hotta is already dead, his children and daughter-in-law are all here, and so are we. The only ones missing are that Mr. Hotta Ryoji, and that guy taller than me..."
Suzuki Sonoko was a little excited. "Didn't the butler already take Hotta Ryoji down? Then it must have been that Mr. Akai driving!"
The FBI and an out-of-control car—this was the kind of scene that only appeared in movies! She really wanted to rush out and see it for herself... Er, Mr. Akai should be able to handle a situation like this, right?
Jiang Xia looked at the butler, who had sat down on the ground in despair. "What kind of mechanism did you install in that car?"
On the mountain road.
Wearing headphones, Akai Shuichi secretly listened in on the investigation at the villa through the button Listening Device he had placed in the dining room earlier.
Hearing that question now, he glanced at the steering wheel, which had already deflated, and smiled soundlessly.
The butler's voice came through his headphones. "I installed an airbag in that car's steering wheel—as long as the pilot slammed on the brake, the airbag would deploy instantly."
Suzuki Sonoko was confused. "So you just installed a safety measure? You're actually kind of nice, then."
"Why are you acting so stupid? You're nothing like your parents." Mouri Kogoro could not help rolling his eyes. As someone who drove every day, he immediately heard