"First, take the fish tank water for testing, then see whether we can find any corresponding physical evidence among the guests." Inspector Megure sighed. "Unfortunately, according to Jiang Xia's deduction, the container that held the poison has long since melted. Even a body search won't uncover any evidence of the poison being hidden."
Jiang Xia, however, looked quite optimistic. "It doesn't matter if the capsule is gone. We can start with that wedding dress—just now, all of you experts spoke highly of it. A 'burial dress' meant to foreshadow murder probably isn't something just anyone could make, right?"
Beside him, Bodhi Company's little assistant nodded. "Indeed. The measurements of every part of that wedding dress fit far too perfectly. To achieve that, one would not only need exceptional skill and technique, but also detailed data on Miss Torimaru Naoko's figure."
Officer Sato looked at Torimaru Naoko. "Has anyone recently asked about your measurements?"
"No." Torimaru Naoko looked embarrassed, no longer as fiercely aggressive as she had been toward everyone at the start. "I stopped being a model a long time ago. Normally, no one would ask about something like that, would they?"
Inozuka Jiro recalled something. He knew that once he was caught up in a case, only finding the true culprit quickly could reduce the chances of being silenced, so he was especially proactive in providing information, like an enthusiastic citizen.
"I do have some idea about that—we have uniforms custom-made for our employees, and all those measurements are stored on floppy disks at headquarters."
Inspector Megure suddenly understood. "Then the culprit must be someone who could access that data. Please find someone to take our officers to headquarters and have a look."
"Fine." Inozuka Jiro casually picked someone and had him lead the police to headquarters overnight in