Because Fang Zheng had sped all the way there, their group was practically the first to arrive at Twilight Mansion. In fact, when Kogoro carefully parked Fang Zheng's car at the mansion's main entrance, there was not another car in sight.
"I really don't get it. Are these rich people brain-damaged or something?"
After getting out of the car and looking at Twilight Mansion before him, Fang Zheng shook his head.
"Why do they all, one after another, like building their homes in places this deserted? It's inconvenient to go shopping, and if someone gets sick, they'll probably miss their chance by the time they reach a hospital. If they provoke some bandits or robbers, all it takes is for them to block off the escape routes, and they could slaughter your whole family without anyone even noticing..."
"Who knows? Rich people really do think differently."
Hearing Fang Zheng's remarks, Kogoro Mouri chimed in with a complaint of his own. After all, he had handled quite a few similar cases, and he had to admit Fang Zheng had a point. Whenever a murder happened in some godforsaken place like this, calling the police was useless and doctors were hard to find. He truly could not understand how these rich people thought.
Of course, it was certainly peaceful. If someone died here, no one would probably discover it for ten days or half a month.
Chatting nonsense as they went, the group climbed the stairs. Kogoro Mouri stepped forward and knocked on the door, and soon, a maid opened it.
"Welcome. You must be Mr. Mouri's group. I never expected you all to arrive so early... Please, come in."
"Are we the first ones here?"
Hearing the maid's words, Kogoro Mouri perked up. Conan, meanwhile, looked at the scene and sighed