Jiang Xia came back to his senses. "Hm?"
Vermouth couldn't help glancing at Section Chief Yasui. "..." This man truly was skilled at flattery. His own boss had just died, and he had immediately turned around and started sucking up to Uzo.
It had to be said that he had picked the right person. Unfortunately, Uzo would not change the script so easily, so whether Yasui flattered him or not probably made no difference... probably.
Vermouth felt that Section Chief Yasui had flattered the right person, but the facts seemed to prove otherwise.
Because Conan spoke up again right afterward.
Conan used that innocent yet strangely sarcastic tone of his. "It's true that Director Okubo was the only one who touched the deceased uncle's ball basket, but he wasn't the only person who put balls into the deceased's ball supply area."
Section Chief Yasui's heart skipped a beat as a terrible premonition suddenly rose within him.
The next moment, the little brat who had just been Friendly Forces raised his hand and pointed straight at him.
Conan ruthlessly exposed him. "I remember that after the deceased began practicing, this uncle poured some of the balls from his own basket into the deceased's ball supply area."
"I see!"
Hearing that his suspect had actually done such a thing, Inspector Megure immediately perked up again. His sharp gaze turned toward Section Chief Yasui.
"In that case, you indeed had the opportunity to act. You could have used the excuse of giving him a ball as a gesture of flattery to send the deadly explosive ball into his supply area.
"Moreover, the deceased was blown up during the latter half of his practice. You poured in the balls later than the director did, so your balls should have been placed farther back