Tabata's expression suddenly changed. She turned and rushed toward the laundry room behind her.
Conan frowned at the sight, clearly realizing that she intended to destroy the evidence.
Then he reached for his tranquilizer needle.
But before he could act, Fujino moved first.
Fujino grabbed Tabata by the arm and threw her over his shoulder.
Her heavy body flew through an unbelievable arc before crashing into the floor with a dull groan.
Conan froze briefly at the sight, then immediately reacted.
Using his small size to his advantage, he slipped into the laundry room, opened the washing machine, and took out the handkerchief inside.
Then he shouted, "How strange! There's actually a handkerchief in here..."
"And it even has coffee stains on it!"
Fujino glanced back at Conan, then looked at the plump maid, Tabata, lying on the floor. "Things are already clear. Don't tell me you're still going to say that handkerchief isn't yours?"
"The dying message also contained information about the person you killed."
"The police aren't here yet. If you confess on your own, it still counts as turning yourself in."
Tabata Kikuyo fell silent for a moment, then could only nod helplessly.
Seeing that, Fujino let go of her and could not help but feel relieved for her.
Honestly, Fujino felt that he was saving this plump maid.
If he handled it himself, he could at least control things and keep her from getting too badly hurt.
If Conan got involved instead...
Not to mention the ever-strengthening tranquilizer needle that had given Mouri resistance to anesthesia—if Conan pulled out his soccer shoes, this woman would need to spend a year or two in the icu to do justice to that Super Electromagnetic Soccer crackling with electricity and sparks.
At this point, Tabata naturally could not