The police report had not exaggerated the facts. Pramia's injuries were indeed severe.
Through the blinds of the hospital room, they could barely make out a human figure almost entirely wrapped up except for the head and face. It was difficult to recognize who was lying in the bed.
"So after planning for so long, in the end, the only real victim was herself." Ran Mouri let go of the slats she had pulled apart and murmured, "It's practically heaven's punishment."
"Why are you using such mystical language too?" Mori Kogoro, who had no interest in leaning over for a closer look, found his daughter's sentiment strange.
"Not me. You know how lively the streets were at the time, with so many media outlets broadcasting live and conducting interviews... The bombing caused a huge uproar. Aside from Pramia, at most a few people suffered minor external injuries because of the crowding. Thankfully, it was a close call but no one was seriously hurt." Ran Mouri shook her head. "That's what everyone's saying."
Not to mention that plenty of tourists and Tokyo residents alike had gone to Shibuya that day to join in the excitement.
So even though the police had not disclosed many details to the public due to the criminal's international wanted status, public opinion had already exploded beyond control.
A massive bombing had taken place at the Shibuya crossing, yet only one person had been seriously injured in the incident—and that person happened to be the bomber known as Pramia herself. This was no longer something a flimsy coincidence could explain.
"Are they talking about the Phantom Thieves of Hearts again?" Thinking of the leap of faith he had witnessed with his own eyes, Conan curled his lip.
"Oh, there are quite a lot of those too." Ran