"So at the time, the deceased should have been the only one in the room." Inspector Megure exchanged a smile with him and seamlessly picked up the thread. "It appears this was a deeply regrettable accidental fall."
The two clapped hands with a smack, looking like they had just solved a baffling case.
Conan: "..."
He had a feeling there were hidden circumstances, but he could not piece together a chain of evidence for the moment, so he had no way to refute the two veteran policemen.
Just as he was thinking of finding more evidence, he suddenly noticed Jiang Xia standing by the balcony, silently gazing into the deep night outside.
Conan moved closer, feeling that he and Jiang Xia really did have more in common to talk about. "What are you thinking?"
Jiang Xia sighed faintly. "I'm wondering why some people always like using detectives to fabricate their alibis. Do they think conclusions reached that way carry more authority?"
"?" Conan blurted out, "You already know who the murderer is?!"
Jiang Xia shook his head. "I'm not sure yet. It's just a feeling—but this probably wasn't an accident. Someone was secretly pulling the strings behind the scenes."
Conan let out a breath of relief. It seemed Jiang Xia, like him, had not found all the evidence.
That meant the evidence itself was incomplete, not that his reasoning abilities had declined.
As he thought, Conan nodded gravely, tactfully indicating that he was currently at the same stage as Jiang Xia. "The person fell, but their slippers landed so far away. That really is strange."
While the police were still photographing and collecting evidence at the scene, Jiang Xia turned and headed for the door. "Let's take a look outside."
The two left Room 501, where the deceased had