On the driveway outside the restaurant, Masahiko Michikyo's car was indeed sliding downhill, picking up speed as it went.
This had originally been meant for Sonoko Suzuki and the others, but none of them had drunk the drugged water he had prepared. He could only use this move on their luggage instead.
What Masahiko Michikyo feared most now were the photos in Sonoko Suzuki and Ran Mouri's luggage. Tang Ze Zhao, who might have witnessed the scene, came second.
Physical evidence was far more effective than witness testimony and much harder to deal with. This was certainly the safer choice, but... his poor car.
Sacrificing an entire vehicle just to bury a little luggage and some clothes with it was a terribly high price for destruction.
He ran outside, his target clear: his own falling car. With Sonoko Suzuki no longer inside it, the two girls merely watched anxiously and made no move to follow.
Tangze did chase after it...
Kyogoku Makoto shifted his feet, looked from side to side, and remembered Tangze's jaw-dropping bare-handed bodywork when they got out of the car. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not follow.
It felt like, even if Masahiko Michikyo really was suspicious, as long as Tangze was there, dealing with that guy would be no problem at all.
"This feels oddly familiar..." Conan did not chase after them either. Watching Tangze dart away like a rabbit and somehow run even faster, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Though she was not worried about Tangze's safety, Ran Mouri was still somewhat worried he might get hurt while saving someone. She cast Conan a subtle glance.
Why wasn't this kid going over to help? That was rare.
Conan watched Tangze catch up to the sliding car, grab the rearview mirror with