Conan: "!"
He had been about to put on his usual fake childlike smile, but the blonde woman apparently hadn't come looking for him.
After sizing up Jiang Xia, the woman suddenly asked, "I heard from several staff members that you're a very capable detective. What do you make of what happened here?"
Conan: "...?"
He looked at the blonde woman, then turned to Jiang Xia in surprise. Do detectives helping the police solve cases happen to be popular in the United Kingdom too?
That made sense, though. After all, this was the birthplace of Sherlock Holmes stories. Maybe they really did have such a tradition. Still, he hadn't expected Jiang Xia's face to work so universally even in the United Kingdom. This was truly...
Wonderful!
Jiang Xia hadn't expected things to go so smoothly either. He glanced at the female police officer, somewhat puzzled, but that didn't stop him from moving the Progress Bar forward. "There's a fairly large puncture wound on the back of the victim's neck, and it looks like it went in deep. He likely suffocated to death due to cervical spine damage. The murder weapon was something like a thick steel needle."
"A steel needle?"
"Yes, like a metal sweater needle..." Jiang Xia paused, feeling that example was a little strange. Spider Lady had been very interested in knitting lately, waving her spider legs around in front of him every day as she knitted clothes.
He calmly cleared his throat. "Ahem, I mean something like an Ice Pick. Of course, it could also have been any other sharp metal object.
"Also, there are no signs of resistance either on the victim's clothes or inside the restroom. That means he lost consciousness before he was killed, and it was very likely the work of someone he