Conan bounced around for ages without seeing anything. In the end, a kind neighbor lifted him up, and only then did he see what was in the photo.
The Mini Detective rubbed his chin, feeling that something was off. "Why did he throw his phone into the room? Was he trying to leave a Dying Message that way?"
Hattori Heiji nodded. "Good thing he failed to save the phone, but it didn't break from the fall... It fell from the 21st floor. What brand is that? I want to buy one too."
Inspector Megure had been quietly listening nearby. Halfway through, he suddenly realized that this Dark-skinned Detective had actually started going off-topic.
He could not help shaking his head, feeling a trace of disdain for the Osaka Detective's lack of professionalism. Then he looked toward the diligent Tokyo Detective—at a time like this, he still had to rely on his own Brother Jiang Xia!
He leaned closer again. "Brother Jiang Xia, what do you think?"
After saying that, he remembered how his subordinates had developed the important photo earlier, yet had not even shown it to him. The officer cleared his throat, trying hard to reinforce his presence in the case. He reasoned:
"As for the murder method, before the victim jumped, Miss Shimoda had been filming downstairs. She might have used her Camera Flash to create some kind of trap and lure the victim into jumping.
"As for the other two, the young man sent a text message that seemed harmless, while the other made a call and viciously berated the victim... Sigh, it really does sound like he was cursed out until he snapped and jumped in a rage."
While he was muttering to Jiang Xia, Hattori Heiji's phone suddenly rang beside them.
"Who's calling me this