Vermouth's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Conan's slip-up had been obvious?
As she was thinking that, Jiang Xia casually walked over to her and asked in a low voice, "Does my voice sound like his too?"
Vermouth: "..."
Vermouth: "...A little better than his. Not quite as duck-like."
...Not quite as similar meant somewhat similar.
Jiang Xia nodded thoughtfully, glanced at her twice, and fell silent.
Vermouth: "...?" For some reason, she had a bad feeling about this.
Their brief exchange went unnoticed amid the chaotic scene.
Inspector Yamamura's attention had already been drawn back to the corpse by Conan.
"It is indeed a little strange." Inspector Yamamura scratched his head. "Why is blood flowing from the corner of this corpse's mouth?... Could this actually be a Murder Case, and the ignorant culprit was misled by television dramas into deliberately staging this scene?—Ha! What a naive fellow. He must never have imagined that he would encounter such a wise police officer as me, and such an intelligent Detective as Mr. Jiang Xia!"
Inspector Yamamura was so immersed in the joy of "seeing through the culprit's scheme" that he could not pull himself out of it.
But soon, the tennis coach spoke timidly, breaking his reverie. "Um, my dad was getting old and had bad teeth. Recently, he seemed to have gone to see a dentist because of a toothache."
"I see." Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Inspector Yamamura turned around and took a look, and his attention was immediately captured.
Inspector Yamamura looked up at the tall tennis coach, then at the short, tiny deceased, and sighed sincerely. "You really don't look much like your father."
The young officer bustling around nearby: "..." Inspector! Who talks like that?!
But unexpectedly, that conversation did yield some information.
The tennis