As Conan said this, Miss Anonymous and Xiao Bai suddenly flashed through his mind.
"..." He silently added a caveat in his heart: Of course, if it were Miss Anonymous, who could jump from cars and buildings without a scratch, she could probably pin the victim down and send them helplessly to their death even without anesthetic. From that perspective, using anesthetic on people was actually rather considerate of her—at least it kept them from getting hurt while struggling...
The thought flashed through his mind, and the next moment, Conan shook his head sharply, tossing the strange notion out of the plane.
Beside him, Inspector Yassa quite agreed with Conan. He rebutted the male photographer, "All three of these passengers are suspects."
Then he looked at Jiang Xia, then at Conan, unable to stop himself from muttering inwardly, "..." Just how many murder cases were there in Tokyo? How could every random student look like a detective?
...Well, at least the little girl next to the high school detective looked more normal. She knew to be afraid when she saw a corpse, and the way she clung tightly to the detective was rather adorable.
The frail first-grade elementary school girl finally stirred a bit of fighting spirit in Inspector Yassa. Letting a child see a corpse was far too cruel. But these people could not be driven away... Since that was the case, he could only solve this quickly.
With that thought, he turned around, his imposing gaze sweeping over the three suspects. "Could you tell me exactly when you went to the restroom, and what each of you did?"
The male photographer muttered, "What else would you do in a restroom? Obviously, use the restroom."
"..." Inspector Yassa had just had his mood disturbed by two people young enough