At that, Sato Miwako snapped her fingers, suddenly finding a bit of the joy of being a Detective:
"In other words, you and the others waiting outside the restroom didn't fail to hear the Gunshot. The murderer patiently waited until the Fireworks began, then shot the victim. And the restroom was well soundproofed—so you mistook the Gunshot for the sound of Fireworks exploding."
Inspector Megure understood as well. "In other words, this wasn't a chance incident, but a premeditated Murder Case timed deliberately. If so, the murderer may have made other preparations."
A line of thought immediately came to him. He turned to the four suspects. "Please cooperate by showing us the items you have on you, and while you're at it, tell us who suggested coming to the Ice Rink tonight."
The long-haired beauty froze. "Are you saying that whoever suggested we come skating is the murderer? But we always decide on gatherings together. You can't possibly arrest all four of us as murderers, can you?"
Meanwhile, the TV Station reporter carrying a new-model Video Camera finally squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and reached the restroom entrance.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His reporter colleagues stationed at the TV Station did too, and then they happily watched the footage together.
At the same time, another group was also helping themselves to this firsthand intelligence without any ceremony.
They had not captured much useful footage just now, but the audio had come through.
Chianti: [I know who the murderer is. It has to be that dark-skinned guy! Dark-skinned people really are all no good.]
Vodka: "..." Heh, Uzo hadn't even said anything yet, and she was already solving the case. If she actually guessed the murderer right, he would stand on his head and eat... eat