The couple had just left the room when, before they could go upstairs, Mrs. Kana found herself unable to walk any farther. She said to her husband, "Zenzeru, go to my room and get my medicine."
President Kana knew that his wife was prone to migraines whenever she got nervous. He hurriedly helped her into a nearby lounge to sit down, then went upstairs to her room himself.
In the room upstairs.
Conan was still sneaking around and investigating. Staying behind in someone else's guest room without permission wasn't exactly legal—but he was only a first-year elementary school student. In all the chaos, everyone had left him behind in the room, and since he couldn't open the door, he could only wander around and rummage through things. Wasn't that perfectly normal?
After taking a lap around the balcony, Conan returned to the room and looked at the suitcase beside it.
—When Mrs. Kana had resisted, she'd knocked the suitcase open. The already unsecured suitcase had burst apart, scattering its contents all over the floor. The situation had been too chaotic earlier for anyone to remember to clean it up.
Conan glanced down and suddenly noticed that a book lying on the floor had half a photograph sticking out of it.
That tantalizing half-hidden glimpse was irresistible. Conan immediately went over, crouched down, and pulled out the photo. It turned out to be an old photograph of a couple.
In the picture, a young Mrs. Kana stood beside a young Geralt Tenma. One of Geralt Tenma's hands rested on her shoulder, and the two leaned against each other in an intimate pose.
Judging from the date in the lower-right corner, the photograph had been taken ten years ago.
"These two knew each other?!" Conan was stunned. "No, it wasn't just that—they