As the Passerby Mutual Aid Association members each speculated about the deceased.
After Bizen Chizuru left the hall, the atmosphere became indescribably awkward.
After Conan finished eating, he suddenly noticed something. He looked at a photo hanging on the wall—a group photo of three people.
Two of them were the store manager and the female chef. To their left stood a tall, dark-skinned young man.
All three wore outdoor gear, and the store manager had something huge strapped to his back, like a pair of mechanical wings.
"What kind of event was this?" Conan pointed at the photo. "It looks pretty fun."
The store manager looked at the photo, his expression softening as he recalled his happy youth. He pointed at the female chef. "Shinobu and I used to be members of the Hang Glider Flying Association. This was a commemorative photo from when we flew on a nearby mountaintop—look."
He pointed to another photo. It had been taken from below, with the sky as its backdrop. Two Hang Gliders, one ahead of the other, cut through the heavens with people hanging beneath them.
As he spoke, the store manager sighed again. "It's just a shame that because of overdevelopment, you rarely get to see scenery this beautiful anymore."
Shiromoto Hidehiko gave an awkward laugh and steered the topic away from overdevelopment. "Actually, I played around with Hang Gliders for a while when I was younger too. It's a pity I'm busy making money now, so I rarely get the chance to exercise."
Conan noticed something else. "Who's this uncle in the photo that I haven't seen before?"
The store manager turned back to look at the young man on the far left of the photograph, seeming lost in thought. "My younger brother. He was also very good at Hang