Conan did not trust Jodie. Rather, aside from the people close to him, he maintained a suspicious attitude toward everyone. Otherwise, he would not have picked Vermouth in a three-way choice.
The Shinigami Elementary School Student who considered himself Sherlock Holmes's disciple—formerly the High School Detective Kudo Shinichi—had not learned his master's detective philosophy, but he had picked up quite a few techniques.
As a detective, suspecting everything was the most basic of virtues...
Whether there was actually anything wrong with a case or not, as long as he thought something fishy was going on, he would definitely speak up and poke around.
Even his own deductions had to be picked apart and scrutinized.
At the end of the day, a detective's job was to pick faults and find problems.
Fighting heaven, fighting earth, fighting thin air—fighting until the world was bright and clear, with endless joy to be had.
It was like the remonstrance officials of ancient times. Whether there was something to criticize or not, they would impeach the emperor and his ministers. If they got worked up enough, they would even impeach themselves. Only then could a dynasty be set on the right track.
By the same logic, detective reasoning worked the same way—only through constant suspicion and constant deduction could one arrive at the truth closest to the truth.
Aboard the ghost ship sailing at sea.
The Ghost Captain broadcast hints to the partygoers, guiding everyone onto the ghost ship's deck before formally announcing the start of the event.
Then, the Ghost Captain died—an arrow from a crossbow pierced his heart, and he fell to his death from a mast several meters high.
Everyone gathered around the corpse to watch the show, then spotted a card bearing a demon design attached to the crossbow bolt