Before Fujino could say anything, Megure was the first to suddenly understand.
He continued his deduction, "In that case, you could have disguised yourself as a delivery guy and slipped through the checkpoint..."
Satan looked utterly speechless. "Even if that were the case, I didn't have a mirror to put on makeup..."
"Besides, these two horns in my hair are made of real hair. How am I supposed to wear a hat?"
"And even if I dressed up as a delivery guy, I'd need one of those delivery boxes!"
"I didn't even have a delivery box."
"No box?"
Faced with Juzo Megure's confusion, Satan explained seriously, "The delivery box was provided by the TV station. Forget about the makeup on my face and my hair—if I took the box, wouldn't I have been exposed immediately?"
As he spoke, his tone grew somewhat impatient. "So you still suspect me of being the murderer?"
"The real murderer has obviously already run far away, yet you're still clinging to me."
"Shouldn't the top priority right now be catching that guy?"
"Well..."
Juzo Megure felt rather awkward upon hearing that, because the other man was indeed right. He had hit him right where it hurt.
It was practically enough to break through his defenses...
Lies were not murder weapons. Cruel truth was the real sharp blade!
Conan suddenly spoke up at that moment. "Then did you fold all these paper cranes while you were resting, Satan?"
"Didn't I already say that I occasionally fold paper cranes when I have nothing to do..."
"Then you smoked those cigarettes while folding the paper cranes?"
"Yeah, when I'm doing something delicate..."
Halfway through his sentence, Satan suddenly realized something and froze.
Seeing this, Conan's lips curled slightly. "Huh? That's strange. When making paper cranes, you have to