Mouri Ran had gradually begun to get the hang of being a detective. Besides, Jiang Xia was right beside her—there was such a great detective right there, and any mistakes could be corrected on the spot. There was no need to worry about causing any serious consequences.
Thinking like this, she took a quiet deep breath and calmly answered the onlookers' doubts:
"As long as he took a little extra each time, he could sustain himself for two or three days. He wouldn't have needed to come to the store and steal every day."
"As for why some game cartridges went missing... Although this man had been living on the roof of your convenience store, with no worries about food or drink and even toiletries available on the spot, there were still some things the store couldn't provide.
"Like haircuts and baths—if he neglected his appearance for too long and eventually became as scruffy as a vagrant, he would no longer be able to blend in with the customers and leave the convenience store. He could only spend the rest of his life living on its roof.
"So, in order not to completely lose his identity in society, he needed money for grooming in addition to food and drink. The missing game cartridges were probably taken by him and sold for cash."
The store manager looked from one person to another, feeling that this was utterly unbelievable. "The missing game cartridges added up to quite a lot. He went in and out through the restroom—didn't anyone get suspicious? If he went in and climbed straight into the ceiling, the customers outside should've thought someone was occupying the restroom the whole time and come complain to me... Ah!"
Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something and immediately looked enlightened.
"That's right."