Artists Tend to Be Extreme

As soon as Fujino finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned toward Seto Ryuichi, one of the three apprentices.

Because just now, Seto Ryuichi had indeed been the only one to make a phone call.

Combined with Fujino's deduction, that meant he could only be the murderer.

Seto Ryuichi obviously was not going to confess so easily. He looked around at everyone, panic rising in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Hey, wait a second! Why are you so sure it was me? I really didn't kill anyone!"

As he spoke, he pointed at the fellow apprentices beside him. "Ootani left the living room too! He could have made a phone call as well!"

"..."

Fujino silently watched the actor perform.

Clearly, getting this guy to confess was not going to be easy.

He was using the Beika resident's ultimate technique now: deny everything until death, and drag someone else down with him.

Fujino pondered for a moment, then stared straight at Seto Ryuichi. "Do you think everyone here is an idiot?"

Seto Ryuichi froze. "Huh?"

"Do you really think that excuse will work?"

Fujino stepped forward and asked Ootani Kaoru beside him, "Mr. Ootani, how long did it take you to get from the living room to the victim's room?"

Ootani Kaoru thought for a moment before answering, "Probably just over ten seconds. I don't remember very clearly."

Arita Yoshihiko nodded in agreement. "About that long. It should have been a little over ten seconds."

Fujino turned to the police officer who had just returned with the report. "Officer, what kind of landline was in the living room when you checked it?"

"It was a rotary phone."

The uniformed man immediately replied, "The old-fashioned kind with a dial. You have to turn it to each number separately to enter a phone number."