Three Sentences to Make the Killer Confess

Fujino found himself drawn to the large, bright-red swelling, deep confusion rising in his heart.

He remembered that Mouri-niisan had not come today, and Conan had gotten beaten up by someone again... Could it have been Yukiko Kudo?

It definitely was. If they were not related by blood, who would hit a child that hard?

Thinking this, Fujino put on an innocent, clueless expression and asked indignantly, "Conan, who beat you up like this? Tell me, and I'll teach her a harsh lesson for you and help you get even!"

Conan: "..."

Why was this guy being so kind today?

Conan sighed helplessly. After thinking it over, he could not exactly say that his mom, Yukiko, had hit him, so he could only play dumb. "I accidentally ran into a doorframe..."

"So you got that from running into a doorframe?"

Fujino looked suspicious. "Can running into a doorframe give you a lump that big?"

Ai Haibara quietly drove the point home from the side. "Normally, running into a doorframe would leave your head bleeding. I think he looks more like he was beaten up."

"..." Conan fell silent, having no intention of discussing the lump on his head with these two.

If he said another word, the lump on his head would definitely explode.

He could already feel his blood pressure skyrocketing.

He changed the subject and pointed at the cup on the small tea table nearby. "If the killer really fired the gun after Mr. Takeo collapsed, then that means he had already been poisoned and fallen down for some reason before he was shot."

As he spoke, he guessed, "And the only chance for him to have been poisoned was the coffee he was drinking at the time!"

"You're right."

Fujino glanced at Conan. "So, do you know