"She wasn't a suicide." Jiang Xia pointed at the corpse hanging in midair. "It's hanging too high, and there's nothing to stand on. Whether someone else hoisted her up there or some helpful person removed what she stood on after she killed herself, there was a second person at the scene."
The dark-skinned guy's legs went even weaker when he heard that. "Stop talking!" Suicide was terrifying enough, but wasn't murder even worse? He didn't know whether ghosts could hurt people, but humans definitely could kill.
Meanwhile, Inozuka Taro noticed that Jiang Xia kept glancing at him while he spoke and suddenly felt there was something pointed in the boy's words. "You're not trying to say we took away whatever she stood on, are you?!"
Jiang Xia said regretfully, "Not that." It was just that Inozuka Taro's broad, square jaw looked a little too much like Vodka's, making Jiang Xia feel as though he might start hawking vanilla ice cream at any moment... That was why his gaze kept drifting toward the man.
Inozuka Taro felt deeply uncomfortable under his stare. He always felt Jiang Xia was provoking him, yet he had no proof.
But after speaking up, he had finally drawn Jiang Xia's attention away from himself.
The Great Detective began examining the muddy footprints on the ground.
"Exactly the same." A voice drifted over from beside him.
Toda Kiwako looked up at her former junior from the same troupe. Having been frightened to the extreme, she instead fell into a numb calm. She murmured, "The murder methods are exactly the same as in the play—The Phantom of the Opera's first victim was the heroine's rival. She was crushed to death in the theater by a chandelier dropped by the 'Phantom,' who loved the heroine deeply. The second victim