Beside them, Jiang Xia was utterly baffled by the faint air of "mission accomplished!" that Hashimoto Maya was giving off.
However soon, another puzzling matter appeared.
At noon, Yamamura Misao walked in looking refreshed and cleared his throat. "Ahem! Here's the situation. I have completely seen through this case!"
Hashimoto Maya: "?" He was actually faster than Jiang Xia? Had Uzo's new archenemy appeared?
He silently edged a little farther away from Yamamura Misao, worried that a string of sparring sessions and trials would soon descend on this ignorant inspector's head.
Curacao looked at Yamamura Misao, then at Jiang Xia. "..." What, was he planning to step behind the scenes this time?
"You really can't judge people by appearances." Suzuki Sonoko was much more blunt. She asked, "You really know? You're not just guessing?"
Yamamura Misao snorted and stood tall with his head held high. "What kind of question is that?! Of course I only speak when I have evidence!—I'm absolutely certain the culprit is among the people here at the Tatsumi Family Old Residence!"
Suzuki Sonoko was silent for a moment. "Um, on the first night, when the 'Cursed Samurai' came to chop at the door, I think Jiang Xia had already said this matter."
"Ah, is that so." Yamamura Misao's old face flushed red.
He had originally wanted to keep them in suspense, but now he had no choice but to be more direct and start over. "In short, I already know the criminal's entire method! Come with me to that crime scene, and I'll reveal the truth one by one."
The group followed him doubtfully through the wall and came to the secret room where Akanuma had had his head sliced off.
"As everyone knows, a locked room can't be a real locked room. The culprit must