Suzuki Sonoko laughed. "My uncle deliberately told the police not to clear the streets. He said that since Kid would be walking through the sky anyway, it didn't matter whether there were people on the ground. Besides, if they ever made a biographical movie about catching Kid and there wasn't a single person on the street, it would look way too unrealistic."
Mouri Ran looked up at the sky. "But before Kid makes his appearance, he'll probably be dressed casually and mingling with the crowd, right? With so many people here, where could he possibly be hiding?"
"You obviously can't tell from here." Suzuki Sonoko snapped her fingers. "Come on, let's go upstairs! My uncle rented out all the buildings around here. I had him arrange VIP seats on the rooftop, so we can get the best possible view!"
The group followed the stairs all the way up to the rooftop terrace.
The moment they pushed open the door, a butler-like man outside bowed respectfully. "Miss Sonoko, welcome. I have been awaiting you and your friends for quite some time."
As he spoke, he straightened and gestured toward the edge of the rooftop terrace.
The group looked over and saw an exquisite Round Table there, surrounded by five stools. An elegant Parasol had also been set up over it.
But right now, the umbrella was not being used for shade, but to keep off the rain—since nightfall, a light drizzle had begun to fall. Clearly, though, this fine rain had done nothing to dampen the spectators' enthusiasm.
Some of the people downstairs carried Umbrellas, some wore Raincoats, and some simply went without anything and stood directly in the rain. The buzz of conversation echoed between the two buildings. Just as Jirokichi had expected, it was exceedingly lively.
Upstairs, with