"Hm?" Conan's gaze quickly fell on a long, narrow booklet.
Having spotted something suspicious, he could not help loudly fishing for information. "This is a checkbook, right? You actually carry something like this around, Mr. Edward? You must be rich—who were you planning to give this money to? Don't tell me you wanted to buy some film containing dirt on an important person or something."
Inspector Yassa: "!!"
Jiang Xia secretly reached out and approvingly patted Conan's head. Yes, that was exactly the right kind of sarcastic tone.
Conan had spent plenty of time abroad with his parents, and his English was excellent. Communication posed no obstacle at all.
Edward looked at the first-grade child in surprise.
But disappointingly, this foreigner seemed to have a fairly good temper. He calmly explained, "I happened to be planning to go to Tokyo to auction off some works of art, so I prepared the checks. But later, I did not find anything I liked, so I never got to use them."
Inspector Yassa nodded repeatedly. "There really have been auctions in Tokyo lately. Well, since there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with Mr. Edward's luggage, let's inspect the next one."
The only remaining suspect was the male photographer, who had not initially been suspected.
Saganuma Noboru snorted and muttered, "Just because that foreigner said one thing, I have to be searched? If he said everyone on the plane had used the restroom, would you inspect every single passenger too?"
Though he looked extremely unwilling, as a Tokyo resident who had seen quite a few murder cases, Saganuma Noboru ultimately cooperated with the investigation.
He pushed the tray containing his luggage forward. "Search whatever you want."
The large luggage had all been checked in, and Saganuma Noboru did not have many things