Conan let out a deep, heavy sigh, as if it were being squeezed from the very depths of his soul. "What on earth is going on?" he grumbled with frustration. "Everything looks perfectly normal! Nothing has happened at all!"
A glimmer of helpless confusion flickered in his eyes, like stars shrouded in mist, betraying his deep bewilderment at the current state of affairs. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, was now tangled in a knot of uncertainty. He furrowed his brows and lowered his head, his mind racing as he desperately searched for any significant clues.
Hattori Heiji, hearing Conan’s complaint, scratched his head with an awkward, restless movement. "It’s truly bizarre," he said, his voice laced with doubt. "When that man called me earlier, he insisted that as soon as the second half of the second inning ended, I would find new evidence." His tone wavered with anxiety, like a candle flame dancing in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment.
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