Having gotten the information, the group of detectives returned to Room 315 and launched into a frenzied investigation.
On the way, Fujino pondered the matter of the drug warehouse.
Combined with what the hotel owner had said, he felt that the warehouse inside this villa was definitely connected to the first owner, who had committed suicide a hundred years ago.
And he had just happened to die in Room 315...
It was probably also connected in some way to that already-dead Redbeard Santa Claus.
He glanced at the eager Conan and Hakuba Saguru, feeling that this job should be handed over to those two workers.
As an old-school capitalist business owner in disguise, he thought: If there were workers, then of course they had to be used. Wouldn't it be a loss not to use workers when they were available? Even if there was nothing to do, he still had to arrange something for them to do! Otherwise, seeing them rest made him feel like he was losing out, and it made his whole body uncomfortable! (Compared to capitalists and entrepreneurs, this was starting to sound more like a feudal landlord or slave owner.)
There was no need to mention the corgi. Say a few flattering words, dangle a carrot around his neck, and he would charge forward like an idiot.
As for Hakuba...
Border collies were very smart dogs. He might need to tempt him gradually, paint him a grand future, and offer a few benefits before he could be fooled.
At the end of the day, it was not a big problem.
As for Mouri-niisan, there was no need to hold out much hope.
It was not that Fujino was deliberately looking down on him, but with Mouri-niisan's absurd reasoning ability, even bringing over a drug-sniffing dog would