Fujino sighed, privately lamenting that he still could not understand the strange coded language of Conan World.
Could these riddle-speakers just die already?
Thinking that, he looked at Sato Miwako beside him, hoping to get an answer from her.
Well, Sato Miwako was, after all, a native of Conan World.
She should be able to understand it, right?
That was what Fujino thought, but Sato Miwako merely shook her head with a helpless expression.
"I don't know either!"
Fujino's brow twitched slightly, but he felt a little relieved inside...
Well, so it was not just his problem. That fierce woman was the same.
Then it was this world's problem!
As Fujino thought that, he began carefully considering what the other man had said. Then, as he thought it over, something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked, "So, could it be that the stress of losing your spouse and son in middle age, along with your career, became too much for you, and you eventually developed a mental illness? Is that why you couldn't take it anymore and blew up Domoto Music Hall?"
The moment Fukawa Takumi heard that, he became agitated. "I'm not mentally ill!"
"Then tell me, have you been having insomnia or not?"
"I have..."
"Did your insomnia and low mood start after Domoto Kazuki stopped playing the piano?"
"Yes..."
"Then after being sleepless and depressed for a while, did you suddenly become energetic again?"
Fukawa Takumi thought about it. After coming up with his murder plan, he really had become full of energy. He even felt like he slept much better. Now, he only needed four hours of sleep a day, so he nodded. "It seems so..."
"And you're still saying you're not mentally ill?"
Fujino gave him a deadpan stare. "Case closed. Congratulations, you've been