(づど)
Jiang Xia glanced up and quickly estimated the door plate number of the burning room. Surprised, he said, "That looks like Mr. Nakai's room."
This is bad. Conan lowered his head and was about to rush upstairs.
However, just then, the balcony window shattered with a crash. A panicked person fell alongside the glass shards, screaming in pain as the flames burned him.
Haibara Ai jumped in fright. She frowned tightly as she watched the scene, when she suddenly caught several sharp clicking sounds.
She instinctively turned toward the sound. Once she saw where it was coming from, her pupils contracted, and she hurriedly reached out to tug at Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia looked in the direction she indicated and saw camera flashes flickering one after another on the overpass across from the building—someone stood on the bridge in the night, repeatedly pressing the shutter and capturing every posture of reporter Nakai's fall.
More than ten minutes later.
Inspector Yuminaga, who was in charge of the arson case, stood downstairs with Jiang Xia. With a cigarette between his lips, he looked up and watched the fire truck put out the blaze.
After watching for two seconds, Inspector Yuminaga snatched the cigarette from Jiang Xia's mouth and stubbed it out in the Ashtray he carried with him. "Why are you smoking along with me? The reporters are here—maintain the image a Detective should have."
Jiang Xia: "..."
What was wrong with these Investigation Division 1 police officers? Couldn't they focus properly on the case right in front of them?
As he grumbled inwardly, Inspector Yuminaga slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and turned to ask, "When people run into a fire, don't they usually call the Fire Department first? Why did you call Investigation Division 1 directly? Do you