Conan sighed. "That secretary definitely has secrets... I'll go back to the hall and take a look. I'll leave this place to you!" With that, he ran off in a flash.
Jiang Xia was, after all, a Great Detective and an adult. It would be much easier for him to coordinate with the commercial building staff here and borrow the surveillance footage.
So he did not follow Conan. Instead, he made a token effort to look for Little Pigtail.
Seeing how unmotivated he looked, Curacao secretly became wary. "Who else are you planning to kill?"
At the pace of "Great Detective Jiang Xia," under normal circumstances, he should have gathered everyone to prepare to solve the case by now—she had even vaguely figured out the murderer's method. The person who had written this case could not possibly still be in the dark.
Curacao: "..." Based on experience, there was usually only one reason Jiang Xia looked so lost in thought without getting anywhere: the Murder Case was not over yet.
This was probably not an ordinary, isolated Murder Case. It still needed other people's blood as a sacrifice before it could be wrapped up.
"You really understand how Murder Cases work." Jiang Xia praised her, but instead of answering directly, he asked, "Why do you ask? Do you know anyone among the banquet attendees? Can you tell me who can't be killed?"
Curacao stiffly replied, "No."
Actually, she did.
...Fortunately, the only comforting thing was that Uzo valued talent. In a single murder case, not too many people usually died abruptly. Single digits were already the limit.
So if she did not tell him, there would be at most three more victims among the remaining people—the banquet hall was packed inside and out, so the odds of Organization members being