What did Fujino think?
Fujino wanted to say he was looking while standing, and looking while sitting.
But since Xiao Ai had asked so earnestly,
he decided not to fool around.
After clearing his throat, he said, "I think that old monk is a little suspicious."
"Suspicious?"
Everyone was puzzled. Clearly, they had failed to glean any crucial information from Fujino's words.
Fujino thought for a moment before continuing, "I think that old monk's behavior was rather abnormal. After Hattori suggested that he might have hidden the body, he immediately chose to take us there to have a look. He seemed a little too decisive..."
"Still, that's only my subjective impression. It can't serve as evidence."
Everyone considered it for themselves, murmuring things like, "Looks like he's the culprit..." They had already decided that the old monk was the true murderer.
Although Fujino appeared not to have participated in the investigation and had spent most of his time chatting with the girls,
they all believed that Fujino must have been secretly observing things behind the scenes.
All they could say was that if Fujino found someone strange, there was usually no need to guess—they were most likely the culprit.
Don't ask. They simply trusted a detective's instincts.
Hattori Heiji immediately agreed. "That's right. That's what I think too."
As he spoke, he looked at Conan. "Take that thing out."
"Huh?"
Conan stared blankly at him, baffled. Hadn't we agreed to keep it from Fujino and solve the case ourselves? Why did you betray me first?
Hattori Heiji spoke helplessly. "Given the current situation, we can't find any evidence by keeping that thing to ourselves. We might as well show it to Fujino and see whether he can deduce anything from it."
Conan let out a long sigh, pulled a handkerchief