The case was solved. It was murder!
That thought immediately sprang to Fujino's mind.
All he could say was that in Conan World—or at least around him—the odds of someone dying from sudden death were very low. Even if it did happen, it was definitely because the killer had used some method or induced the victim's condition.
As a banquet aboard a maiden-voyage cruise ship, the dinner for this gathering was naturally quite lavish.
After eating and drinking their fill, Kusaka Hironari returned to his room early, citing seasickness.
Once everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they returned to their assigned rooms as well.
Fujino kept an eye on Kusaka Hironari.
That guy's excuse was flimsy—so flimsy it was practically nonexistent. If he were seasick, he should have started feeling sick the moment he boarded the ship. There was no way he could have chatted and laughed with them so freely.
Of course, it could also have just been an excuse to leave.
But in Conan World, especially with the elementary-school Grim Reaper nearby, it was more than a simple excuse. It could be an excuse to go kill someone.
You never knew whether the friendly Beika person beside you would turn into a murderer the next moment.
In the empty corridor.
Kusaka Hironari kept glancing around, looking furtive.
He arrived at Room 604, looked around, and after making sure no one was there, pulled out a pair of black gloves from his pocket and put them on before entering the room.
Not long after, he came back out.
"What is that guy up to?"
Fujino watched the scene suspiciously. He pulled out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on, then looked around as well. After confirming that no one was nearby, he entered