The makeup artist's hatred ran bone-deep. "After graduating from school and returning home, I worked as that woman's makeup artist while sending letters to Hollywood looking for work.
"A month ago, I finally got the chance to realize my dream—a Hollywood actress came to Japan, and her agent praised my makeup skills to the skies. He even asked whether I wanted to develop my career in Hollywood.
"This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but that bastard Maki Juri sabotaged me behind my back and ruined everything!
"If she had kept me because she truly loved my skills and wanted me to do her makeup, I might have been able to endure it. But that wasn't the case at all! She just thought I worked efficiently and wanted to exploit me for a few more years—someone who can ruin another person's dream for her own selfish desires doesn't deserve to live in this world!"
The director snorted. "If you wanted to kill her, then go kill her. We weren't stopping you. But what was the point of directing suspicion toward us?"—Fortunately, upon hearing that a Great Detective was coming to the crew, he had promptly abandoned his own murder plan. Now the person he hated was gone, and he did not have to go to prison either... This was far too wonderful. There really were such windfalls in the world.
Whatever everyone was thinking, at least on the surface, the true culprit had fallen to her knees, the matter had settled down, and everything had been smoothly resolved.
But Conan watched the scene restlessly, unable to shake the feeling that he had forgotten something extremely important.
He frowned at the kneeling makeup artist, his thoughts racing. *Was it because no police car or police siren had appeared, so I subconsciously assumed this