Don't get mad, don't get mad!
I can't get mad at a kid who obviously lacks love...
I'm a high school student!
Conan comforted himself like this in his heart.
After a pause, he forced out a smile. "So after he found the lighter, did he light his cigarette?"
"Mm-hmm, that's right."
Hashira Valley Takumi stroked his little chin as he thought. "Then he got into the car next to him and drove away."
"What kind of car was it? And what did he look like?"
"It was a black car. He was wearing a hat, so I couldn't see clearly..."
"But I saw a drawing on his hand!"
"It was a really scary-looking nail."
"Oh, right! Outside the car window, I also saw a glowing sledgehammer!"
The two elementary school students continued talking.
Fujino crossed one leg over the other and began piecing the clues together in his mind.
Based on the current situation, Xiao Hei had probably killed Itagaki, stuffed him into a bag, driven off, and dumped him in the river.
He even had a tattoo.
It fit the classic gangland method of killing someone and sinking them in Tokyo Bay.
But lighting a cigarette in front of a child to ease his nerves was not something an experienced body disposer would do.
He was probably a rookie.
As friends who killed people often knew, murder was all about being fast, accurate, and ruthless: kill quickly, strike vital points precisely, and ruthlessly prepare the body for disposal.
If the body had been properly dealt with, would its head still have been sticking out for someone to find?
Chop up some scallions, smash some garlic, toss them in, then pressure-cook it. The taste would not be much different from boiled lamb—maybe a little astringent, with coarser muscle fibers