Torimaru Naoko had no idea about Hashimoto Maya's inward prayers.
But her mood quickly recovered from its slump.
Torimaru Naoko gave a cold laugh and looked at Takamori Masumi, who had likewise been brought by the police to the scene to "set a trap" at Jiang Xia's urging. "By the way, I was also the one who had that useless ex-boyfriend of yours go to your apartment and threaten you."
Takamori Masumi froze. "What did you say?! ...Why would you do something like that?!"
"Why? Of course, it was to make you obediently become my puppet, to be manipulated however I pleased." Torimaru Naoko felt around in her pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out and lit it, exhaling softly as white smoke gradually spread through the air.
Watching this, Hashimoto Maya's slightly vacant eyes suddenly lit up again. "..." It was similar, so similar!
Beside him, Conan quietly looked up at this strange man. "..." What was this guy doing? That came out of nowhere. He didn't seem to be in a very good state of mind. Come to think of it, where was that "Edward" who had flown with this Mr. George... er, according to Jiang Xia, his Japanese name was Hashimoto Maya—why had Edward never shown himself?
All the chaos outside the case had nothing to do with solving it.
Jiang Xia confirmed with Torimaru Naoko, "The person who left the scent of the men's cologne President Inozuka often used in the final victim's room, making Takamori Masumi think President Inozuka was the one threatening her..."
"That was also me." Torimaru Naoko quickly composed herself and became exceptionally cooperative.
"Because I was certain that as long as Takamori Masumi believed the person hiding in the shadows and threatening her was 'Funeral Silver