"...?" Hattori Heiji froze, taking a second to catch up with Jiang Xia's train of thought. Then he realized he had been mocked and sprang up from beside the corpse. "You're making personal attacks now!"
...The last person to call him dark had seemed to be Jiang Xia's unscrupulous boss. Damn Tokyo people, every last one of them loved making a fuss over it. What was wrong with being a little darker?
Besides, this was not dark—it was a healthy bronze tan. Although... although it was indeed just a tiny bit darker than a normal bronze tan.
Conan turned away and chuckled twice, only to suddenly notice Hattori Heiji glaring at him gloomily.
A fellow traveler's observation skills truly could not be underestimated... He immediately composed himself and cleared his throat. "Whether you saw clearly or not, we should ask those three people first—they're extremely suspicious. Maybe once we question them, the case will be solved."
"Those three people?"
A voice suddenly came from behind them.
Three men walked over side by side, their tone far from friendly. "Are you talking about us? We were all doing our own things just now, so don't go throwing accusations around!"
There had been five people in "Toyotomi Hideyoshi's" travel group. Two were now dead.
The three before them were precisely the remaining three.
The numbers were just too perfect.
"We said we'd come back after dinner to cooperate with the investigation. I thought that after some time passed, there'd be fewer onlookers, but why are there still so many?"
The bald old man, "Tokugawa Ieyasu," sounded impatient. "Osaka people really do love gathering around to watch the excitement."
The good-tempered "Lord," however, had noticed something. "Looks like something else happened."
He asked several officers, "What's going on here?"
Inspector Otaki had instinctively