Conan watched the several dozen people gradually closing in on him and felt his heart turn ice-cold.
He had never expected that casually catching a murderer would expose so many people...
Did I stumble into a criminal syndicate's nest?
With a situation like this, probably only that old man Fujino could handle it...
Thinking back on how he had sneaked out alone just to show off, even cutting off his own escape route, Conan was instantly filled with regret.
He wanted nothing more than to slap himself hard across the face a few times.
This little mouse was completely done for today!
"Looks like I'll have to dig another little pit..."
"You can only blame yourself for being such a nosy little brat."
Wan Guan sneered as he looked at the little brat sitting in the tree, his gaze full of mockery.
Wan Guan Chen San was the leader of a criminal organization.
Two years ago, he had murdered the previous boss and seized his position, then hidden that boss's corpse on this mountain called Winter Momiji.
Originally, there would have been no need to worry about the corpse. That red handkerchief had simply been a marker he left behind.
But who could have expected someone to see the red handkerchief and make a TV drama based on the idea?
Panicking, he had immediately come to the mountain, intending to find where he had buried the body and dispose of it.
But there were simply too many red handkerchiefs here, and he could not tell which spot was where the body had been hidden.
So he had brought a large number of his subordinates here to search for that tree.
Fortunately, he had found a way to contact that damned guy who had discovered the red handkerchief, and today, he