Director Hou and Jiang An had been resting in the hotel until 12:30 pm.
The continuous, high-intensity investigative work over several days had left them very exhausted.
Even for them, who have long fought on the front lines of criminal investigation, it was overwhelming.
When they finished freshening up and were waiting for the elevator at the corridor entrance, Director Hou turned to Jiang An and casually remarked, "Mr. Jiang, you've worked hard this time."
"We have to leave Guangling today; this place isn't suitable for long stays. The longer we stay, the higher the chance of a case happening."
After Director Hou finished speaking, Jiang An burst into laughter like a blooming flower: "Director Hou, it feels like we're the Grim Reaper; wherever we go, cases happen."
"You're right. I used to think Conan was far from us, but since we got involved in this Montai case, I realized Conan is actually quite close to us."
"You're a true Conan!"
