But now, the "passerby" was covered in blood and holding a knife. There was nothing innocent about her no matter how one looked at it. And she was standing several steps away from the victim—the possibility that she had "curiously crouched beside the body, pulled out the knife, and was mistaken for the killer by people who arrived while she was examining it" could also be ruled out. No matter how he looked at it, she had to be the murderer.
The woman was trembling all over, and the knife in her hand had nearly fallen. Suddenly noticing several people rushing over, she froze, then gripped the knife tightly again and turned to look at them.
Hattori Heiji abruptly came back to his senses. Worried that she might hurt someone or kill herself, he charged forward, intending to strike first and pin her to the ground.
But at that moment, Jiang Xia suddenly grabbed him. At the same time, he seized Conan's shoulder with his other hand and shook it. Conan's fingers closed, and the anesthetic needle from his wristwatch shot off course with a whoosh, landing on the ground.
"What are you doing?!" Hattori Heiji looked at Jiang Xia in surprise.
Conan had wanted to ask the same thing.
But before he could speak, he noticed something was wrong. Earlier, the ancient tree and two stone lions had blocked their view of the side. Now that they had rushed out, he saw that quite a few people had gathered behind a nearby stone stool. There were also video cameras and other equipment set up, all pointed toward the "murderer" and the "victim."
Conan froze. "Are you... filming?"
Mouri Ran had felt that the "murderer" looked familiar.
She looked more closely, trying hard to ignore the blood on the woman's