Just Like Him!

"Actually, it's not just Ms. Kira."

Fujino glanced at the three people in front of him. "Mr. Ooba has an indentation on his right arm from the watch he wore on his left wrist, which means that he was in the car with his arms crossed the whole time."

"Well?!"

Ooba Etsumin was taken aback when she heard this. She looked at her right forearm with the red mark on it, and unconsciously tucked her left arm under her armpit. Her expression turned strange.

"That's right, as expected of Brother Fujino!"

Conan nodded upon hearing this, and smiled like a child, "You actually know so much about something like this."

"I only heard about it by chance."

Fujino crossed his arms. "Besides, I've seen things like this before, like someone falling asleep in class and pressing their face against a book, leaving a red mark on their face or something."

"Yes, it is quite common."

Ayumi nodded in agreement, "Genta fell asleep in class and left similar marks."

"How long-winded!"

Upon hearing this, Genta blushed and pouted, letting out a complaint.

"Funato Mitsuaki also had similar marks on his palms. I think he must have been gripping his briefcase tightly at the time."

Conan nodded repeatedly, then looked at the middle-parted man who supported the Soul Team: "He wasn't holding onto the handrail, but rather his briefcase, which means there were no more handrails left in the carriage he was in."

He paused, then continued, "The train we were on was already packed, so apart from Ms. Kira, the other two must have been in the same car."

"Is that so?"

Juzo Megure looked at Dai-ba and Funato.

"That's right, the carriage we were in was indeed packed."

The boatman nodded and explained, "There are often more thieves when there are many people. If you don't hold your briefcase tightly, it is very likely to be stolen."

"That's what I think too."

Da Ye chimed in, "If you don't hold their hands tightly, and you run into an unreasonable person, you might be mistaken for a pervert, which could lead to your arrest."

"In short, it is now certain that the three of you were on a full tram. It is normal that you would not notice anyone around you unless you were paying special attention."

Upon Juzo Megure nodded and looked at the three of them in a deep voice, saying, "However, I would like to ask the three of you to try to recall which carriage you were in. If you cannot remember, I'm afraid we will have to trouble you to come back with us to make a statement and recall the scene in detail."

"Huh?! Officer, are you treating us all as suspects?"

"Who can remember the train carriages?"

"So, why should sitting in the same carriage automatically make someone a murderer?"

"I have to go back to the company to work overtime, I don't have time to make a statement!"

Upon hearing this, the three of them looked excited and crowded around Juzo Megure, starting to complain in unison.

Fujino stood to the side, silently observing the actions of the group, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Actually, if we put ourselves in their shoes, their behavior was quite reasonable.

It's like taking the Beijing subway; when it's packed with people and there are no announcements inside, you still remember which car you're in...

Moreover, who could have imagined that a murder would occur in broad daylight and in full view of everyone on the tram they were riding, and that they would become one of the suspects who might be the murderer?

Modern people are generally selfish.

It's like when someone falls down, passersby don't immediately call the police or ask for help.

Calling the police might get you interrogated as the culprit, and if you happen to encounter a top-notch female detective, you might even be executed later. Calling an ambulance is even more outrageous, and you might even end up paying a large sum of money. The classic line, "If you didn't hit him, why did you call an ambulance?" is incredibly damaging.

Although it was just a matter of giving a statement, no one could compensate them for the wasted time, and they might even be labeled as murderers by rumors. So for the three of them, it was better to avoid trouble.

"But..."

Surrounded by the three men, Juzo Megure couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Although several people have now been identified as suspects, the methods used to identify them are still somewhat far-fetched and lack direct evidence.

While taking them away to make statements was in accordance with procedure, there was really nothing they could do if the individuals refused to cooperate.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated."

Fujino glanced at the group and stepped forward. "This case should be resolved soon."

"Brother Fujino, have you figured it out?"

Upon Juzo Megure looked at Fujino and felt a sense of familiarity. He immediately realized that his good brother was about to show his skills and quickly asked.

"Um."

Fujino kept his gaze fixed on the group. "Indeed, some evidence has been found."

"?"

Conan, who had been standing to the side lost in thought, raised a question mark above his head upon hearing this and looked at Fujino with a puzzled expression.

He was somewhat confused as to what Fujino had figured out.

We've only confirmed these three people as suspects so far.

What evidence? How come he didn't see it?

"Didn't I just say that prolonged squeezing will leave red marks on the skin?"

Fujino walked up to the three of them, glanced at them, looked at Ooba Etsumin, and said, "Mr. Ooba, could you please raise your right arm for a moment?"

"Arm?"

Ooba Etsumin was taken aback when she heard this. She glanced at her tightly clenched arms and was momentarily stunned.

Is there anything inconvenient about it?

Fujino chuckled softly, "I think I just saw a red mark on the underside of your left upper arm."

"It really exists!"

Upon hearing this, Sato Miwako walked straight forward and forcefully grabbed Ooba Etsumin's arm. She immediately noticed the mark Fujino had mentioned. "I feel like I've seen this mark somewhere before... It's exactly the same as the pattern on that knife sheath!"

"Mr. Akino's chest wound was a downward-moving wound. Although it's impossible to determine his height from the wound in the crowded train car, it shows that the space to swing the knife was extremely limited at the time..."

Fujino looked at Ooba Etsumin: "In that situation, trying to find a knife in your bag would not only be too troublesome, but it might also arouse the suspicion of people around you. So I think you should have prepared a dagger before getting on the bus, and the gesture of crossing your arms over your chest was to hide the dagger under your armpits."

"I actually noticed you in that carriage just now, but because it was too crowded, I couldn't tell that you were the murderer."

He paused, looked at Ooba Etsumin, and chuckled, "But the way you clenched your arms when I mentioned the red mark betrayed you."

"Action? Just because of that, the suspect was identified...?"

Conan stared at Fujino, who was making deductions, and suddenly paused, lost in thought.

In a daze, the image of the detective in front of me overlapped with that of Sherlock Holmes.

They look so alike, so incredibly alike!