"This has nothing to do with cartoons."
Conan cut in. "Actually, back in the luggage storage room, I saw Miss Ichikawa poisoning the wine. But when I was about to tell someone, somebody used a handkerchief soaked in anesthetic to knock me out from behind—so there must be another person who knows about this murder case. The case might not be over yet."
Hearing this, Doctor Utsumi silently breathed a sigh of relief.
It looked like he had been overthinking things. This had nothing to do with him, and he had no idea which idiot had gone out of their way to do this.
In that case, there was no need to rush to silence Jiang Xia and that child.
The police were skeptical after hearing Conan's words.
He turned back to look at the items everyone had laid out. "But we just checked. There's no 'handkerchief soaked in anesthetic' here, nor are there any similar drugs..."
Just then, several officers nearby carried Ichikawa Kotaro's body out.
The instant the stretcher lifted off the ground, a slight shift in the body's position caused a key to slip from his pocket and clatter onto the floor.
Jiang Xia lowered his gaze to look at it, then turned to the butler. "What is this key for?"
"This style..." The butler leaned closer and examined it carefully, confusion appearing on his face. "It should be the key to the Basement. But, but Master never went down there. He thought it was too cold and gloomy. Whenever he needed something, he always had us fetch it for him... Why would he carry the key with him?"
Conan hesitated. "I was locked in the Basement just now..."
Could the person who had knocked him out actually have been Ichikawa Kotaro himself?
This man knew