Conan shook his head and said to the two workers in front of him, "Uncles, please dump out all the garbage collected from this street!... No, not just this street—the garbage within a 200-meter radius centered on this apartment building!"
The two workers froze. "Huh?"
Conan said anxiously, "There might be something very important mixed in with that garbage!"
"Kid." The two workers shook their heads, walked around the little brat, and continued toward their vehicle. "We understand that you lost a toy, but once garbage has been collected, it can't be searched through. Where are your parents? Go find them."
Just as they spoke, a chaotic rush of footsteps sounded from across the street.
The workers assumed the brat's parents had arrived. They looked up, about to speak, but when they turned around, they saw a huge crowd rumbling toward them, with several people in police uniforms mixed in.
The workers: "...?"
Th-That many parents?
Or was this kid not so ordinary after all—a legendary juvenile murderer?
As they stood there in confusion, one of them exclaimed in surprise, "Jiang Xia!"
Jiang Xia glanced over and nodded. "Hello."
The man immediately brightened and instinctively wiped his hand against his side as he reached for a pen. "My mom watches your show all the time. You—"
"We can talk about that later!" Officer Sato cut off the tiny impromptu fan meeting. She turned and pointed toward the apartment where the victim was. "Have you already collected the garbage from that building?"
The two workers nodded, not understanding. "We just finished. This was the last garbage from this street block. We were about to head back."
Officer Sato thought for a moment, then pointed toward an empty parking lot ahead. "Please drive the Cleaning Cart over there, then unload all the