Meanwhile, in a way, Suzuki Sonoko's train of thought had somehow synchronized with Conan's.
The high school girl's almond eyes went wide in shock. She could not help blurting out to Hashimoto Maya, "Who do you even like?"
Hashimoto Maya was jolted back to his senses by that utterly irrelevant question. "Huh?"
What did this have to do with him? And even if it did, that was not important. What mattered was...
Wait.
Hashimoto Maya gradually came to his senses and thought of an entirely new possibility: perhaps this mastermind was not the "mastermind" he had been imagining?
He barely suppressed his terror and said nonchalantly, "Nothing. I just didn't expect the truth to be so shocking. Um, Mr. Jiang Xia, please continue."
Jiang Xia nodded. For some reason, Hashimoto Maya felt that his gaze was chilling.
But upon closer inspection, the detective still looked like he was enthusiastically helping solve the case.
This time, Jiang Xia put it another way: "From another perspective, the point of intersection between Sentan Saruhiko and the mastermind was also the Tatsumi Family's immense wealth. They wanted the position of family head, along with that money, to fall into a particular person's hands."
Hearing this, Yamamura Misao did not entirely understand yet, but he felt the matter had entered a field he was good at.
"Right now, only the former head of the Tatsumi Family's three children can inherit the family head position." Yamamura Misao's gaze sharpened as he looked at Tatsumi Ryunosuke, Tatsumi Moe, and the Tatsumi Family's second son, who only knew how to lie on the ground and flick marbles. "The murderer is one of you three!"
Tatsumi Moe tilted her head at him, then picked up the Black Cat that had somehow run to her feet. "I wouldn't kill anyone,