Another officer was also deeply disappointed. "Even if you were paparazzi who snuck in, you could've at least filmed the actors. Who keeps aiming the camera at themselves?"
Inozuka Saburo: "..." He had wanted to film Miss Hana, but wasn't that old hag the one who wouldn't allow it?
After watching the footage, Jiang Xia couldn't help glancing at the three temporary workers, each wearing a different expression. "Your filming angles... are very unique."
"..."
From a normal person's perspective, Hashimoto Maya reviewed the actions of the three of them. Even the leather shoes on his feet shifted slightly.
But no matter how awkward he felt, showing it would mean losing. He kept a steady expression. "This is a well-known theater troupe, after all. And not long ago, that 'Red-Bearded Santa Claus' deliberately destroyed the props. We were worried we'd be accused of sabotage or something, so when recording our video diaries, we tried our best to keep ourselves in the shots."
That excuse sounded much more reasonable.
No matter what, the police's plan to use technology to find the killer had officially failed. They could only work overtime and return to the usual steps of solving a case.
Officer Sato was especially practiced in this regard. She looked at the troupe members and went through the routine. "Let's start with motives—who among you had a grudge against the victim?"
Conan suddenly spoke up. "I think before looking for a motive, we should first confirm that this wasn't a random murder."
"A random murder?" Sato Miwako froze. "What do you mean?"
Jiang Xia held the script he had borrowed from Hashimoto Maya and flipped through it casually. Soon, he stopped at the scene where everyone gathered to drink.
He understood the issue. "The script only says, 'Everyone picked up their