"That's the building!"

The image of the map flashed back in Conan's mind, his eyes fixed on the front, and the strong wind kept blowing across his cheek, as if urging him to go faster, and faster!

If you kill someone, the prisoner should flee the scene quickly, but I came here just as quickly, so he must not have gone too far...

If you want to avoid nearby traffic jams, the first way is to walk, and the second way is to ride a motorcycle...

Motorcycle... got it!

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