Compared to dwelling on that, what mattered more now was—getting out of here.
If he remembered correctly, plenty of people had gathered in the small square outside. Once they saw that someone had fired a gun in this room... Never mind the ordinary passersby, those meddlesome Detectives would definitely rush upstairs at once. They would be a serious nuisance.
Thinking this, Calvados did not delay. He crawled out from under the table.
He glanced at the American reporter lying on the floor. After confirming that the man was beyond saving, he hurried out the door and vanished into the corridor.
After Calvados left.
In the corridor.
A black Cat with only its four paws white looked up at him, brushed past his leg, and trotted into the room where the reporter had died.
It glanced at the gun on the floor, quietly picked it up in its mouth, and hid it somewhere in the hotel.
Meanwhile, the onlookers downstairs had indeed figured out what was happening.
Jiang Xia glanced at Hattori Heiji and Conan as they rushed upstairs, then quickly followed them.
The hotel staff exchanged looks, gritted their teeth, and followed as well—there had been a shooting on the first day of the hotel's opening. Naturally, they could not simply stand by and leave everything to the Detectives.
The group raced down the corridor. The shattered window on the building was highly conspicuous, and with a single glance, the Detectives knew exactly which room had been involved.
Soon, they ran upstairs and arrived at the door of the room in question.
Hattori Heiji pushed open the door. Jiang Xia stepped beside him and looked inside, only to see a short, fat man lying on the floor.
He walked in, crouched down to inspect him, and shook his head