Secretary Nishino racked his brain uneasily. "A little after seven in the evening, I took a bath, then caught up on some sleep—I'd been dealing with the Memory Egg all night yesterday, and I was exhausted. When I woke up, it was almost eight. I was a little hungry after waking up, so I wanted to get some dessert from the kitchen. But when I passed Mr. Hanskawa's door, I suddenly saw that it was slightly open. I glanced inside as I passed, and saw..."
He did not finish, shaking his head as though he really did not want to recall that bloody scene.
Inspector Megure had only heard half the story before it abruptly stopped, so he could only ask, "So you went into his room?"
"No." Secretary Nishino found the question baffling. "There was a corpse with its head blown apart lying across the doorway. How could I dare go in?"
Inspector Megure looked deeply suspicious. "Then why was your pen in his room?"
Secretary Nishino said, "...I'd like to know too."
The two stared at each other in silence. "..."
Conan had originally been listening in intently.
After listening for a while, he realized that the conversation between these two was completely useless.
He simply began thinking on his own. Come to think of it, in shootings, very few people would happen to aim for the eye. Yet this victim was shot right through the right eye... I feel like I've heard of a similar signature somewhere.
Jiang Xia: "..." You can even make that connection?
Seeing Conan look over, he thought for a moment, then took out his phone and pretended to search for a while. "There are indeed rumors of something similar—there's an international Great Thief codenamed Scorpion. Their age and gender are unknown, and