The two of them wrestled against each other for a moment inside the elevator car. The instant the doors opened, Conan braced himself against the other man's arm, jumped to the ground, and swiftly slipped into the crowd.
As he landed, he heard startled cries from inside the elevator, people warning Akechi Goro that the child was about to run off, followed by fragments of Akechi Goro's reassuring reply: "He went to find his parents," and the like.
Those sounds only made him move faster.
Taking advantage of his nimble frame, Conan quickly put distance between himself and the elevator. Once he was sure Akechi Goro would have a hard time finding him, he immediately blended into the tourists' scattered footsteps.
He pulled up the group photo he had taken, enlarged Kosuke Mizutani's face, and carefully studied the young man's features while continuously sweeping his gaze over the visitors, trying to pick out his target.
He had to find Kosuke Mizutani before the Organization did.
"The Organization," naturally, included Akechi Goro.
Although Akechi Goro had shown no urgency about finding Kosuke Mizutani apart from throwing out a few sarcastic remarks, and Conan was more inclined to believe he had not lied before—that Irish was the one truly assigned by the Organization—he still needed to remain vigilant.
Irish Whiskey, who possessed a codename, undoubtedly held greater authority in directing operations than Akechi Goro. It was still unknown whether Akechi Goro had been called in to assist.
"This angle looks so beautiful!"
"Tonight's lights were specially adjusted to pink and blue! Come on, let's take a picture!"
It was just after dinner, the peak of the crowd. Nearly every level of the observation deck was packed with people.
Conan, whose mind was entirely on the photograph, had no interest in admiring the