Conan had just touched the Soundproof Earmuffs and had yet to decide whether to put them on: "..."
...Right. If he wanted to solve the case sooner and get Haibara to a Doctor sooner, then Jiang Xia surely felt the same way. Sigh, today was apparently destined not to be a good day for solving cases.
The police officers beside them did not share his complicated feelings.
"The killer is the owner of this car, which means..." Following Jiang Xia's lead, Officer Sato fixed her gaze on the only woman among the suspects, Taishan Kaoru. "You killed that man?"
Several kilometers away, Vodka had just opened the betting pool and was still agonizing over whom to bet on: "..."
...What the hell?!
"The truth came out way too fast this time!" Vodka had wanted to slam a fist angrily onto the steering wheel, but worried that this might be one of Uzo's schemes, he settled for lightly pounding his own thigh instead.
"That bastard Uzo—could he know I'm manipulating things behind the scenes, so he deliberately found the killer at lightning speed just to screw with me?"
An Organization Cadre gritted his teeth in restraint as his Persecutory Delusion spiraled completely out of control.
Meanwhile, the others in the Passerby Mutual Aid Association applet were also stunned for a moment. Then Chianti's chat box popped up.
Chianti: [Too slow! I was just about to bet on that woman—so tell me, how are you compensating me for the coins I lost?]
On the other end, Korn saw the message: "..." Hadn't you just wanted to bet on the guy driving the Porsche 356A? You even said it was an easy win and told me to bet with you...
Still, thoughts were one thing. Before long, another line appeared in the chat.