Jiang Xia sighed. "In stories that start like this, eighty percent of them go on the same way. And there's definitely more than one killer—everyone ends up killing each other, with all sorts of methods working together. In short, there are too many hidden murder traps in this play. It's hard to tell where the killer will strike. So if we want to make sure no one dies, the only safe way is to stop the performance."
Realizing her plan was unlikely to succeed, Sato Miwako sighed with him. "No way. Look at the troupe leader's attitude—whoever suggests stopping will probably get scolded from night till morning... Sigh. If everyone cooperated a little more, maybe there wouldn't be so many Murder Cases in the world."
Just then, as the actors moved around the stage and changed positions, a physical reflection suddenly flashed across Conan's glasses.
He froze, then seemed to understand something. Pushing up his glasses, he smiled confidently. "I think I know where the murder trap is hidden."
Jiang Xia glanced at him. "Hm?"
Xiao Bai, lying atop his head, also looked over and stroked his chin. Hm?
Unaware of the Ghosts' stares, Conan got up and grabbed the ashtray from the table, making sure there was always something nearby for him to kick before feeling slightly more at ease.
But the more he thought about it, the less safe it seemed.
So, in order to prevent a Murder Case, Conan looked at Jiang Xia again and lowered his voice. "Do you remember the scene from the rehearsal where someone got stabbed with a Knife? Once that scene starts, rush up there. You absolutely can't let the sword stab the female troupe leader."
Jiang Xia looked toward the stage, seeming to understand something. He nodded to show that he