Tatsumi Ryunosuke stepped two paces aside and cleared the doorway.
Jiang Xia and the others looked into the yard and, sure enough, saw a middle-aged man in a uniform bearing the family crest standing on a ladder, trimming the trees in the garden—it was Sentan Saruhiko, the Tatsumi Family servant who had brought them into the mountains the day before yesterday.
Mrs. Tatsumi froze, then ran outside and asked, "Sentan, didn't you leave with Seimaru this morning?"
Sentan Saruhiko explained, "That's right, but not long after we set out, Young Master Seimaru suddenly said he wanted to go alone. He was insistent and sent me back..."
Tatsumi Ryunosuke laughed loudly. "See? He really did run away."
Conan could not stand it anymore. Tatsumi Seimaru was already arrogant enough; he had not expected Tatsumi Ryunosuke to be even worse. "But that's so strange. If Tatsumi Seimaru was the killer, why would he send that threatening letter? Surely, if he did nothing, the family property and the family head's reputation would both be his. Compared to him, shouldn't the ones more anxious be those who could originally have inherited the property, only to lose out on all of it in the end?"
"You...!" Tatsumi Ryunosuke had not been mentioned at all, yet every word struck straight at his heart.
Tatsumi Ryunosuke was so furious he wanted to hit someone, but there were police officers nearby. In the end, he raised his hand in rage. "You outsiders have no manners at all—"
He suddenly held up two fingers, pressed them together, and slashed them hard across the side of his neck. "I curse you!"
Everyone: "..."
Was this man three years old?
Curacao glanced at Tatsumi Ryunosuke and realized she was included within the scope of his curse. She immediately felt that this