A police officer lunged forward to stop him, but just then, something in the curry plate gave a ding, as though a spoon had struck something.
Conan scooped up the hard object from the plate—and there, amid the distinct grains of fried rice, lay a large, bloodstained tooth.
"What the hell is that?!" The officer jumped, then quickly realized. "Why is there a tooth here? ...Could the victim have chipped it while eating curry?"
Another officer stroked his chin and imitated a Detective as he reasoned, "An elderly man on the verge of a mental breakdown accidentally cracked his own tooth while eating, then completely lost it and hanged himself—doesn't that explain everything?!"
Conan: "..." I risked getting thrown out of the room to find that tooth, and you're going to rule this as a suicide?
He sighed and could only secretly try to guide them like an innocent child: "..."
Conan: "???"
He reached for his throat in shock. Why couldn't he make a sound all of a sudden?!
Vermouth looked at him. "..." She had told him he could not overuse his voice while he had a cold. Why could this silly child not learn from Uzo and protect his throat?
Though she strongly suspected Uzo's silence was not actually for the sake of protecting his throat, but for some other reason—such as thinking his hoarse voice sounded unpleasant...
At that thought, Vermouth paused slightly as she noticed a problem.
Cool Guy could not speak, and Uzo did not want to speak. Then today... who was going to deduce the case?
Surely they were not going to force her, a Doctor, to switch careers and become a Detective! That would draw far too much attention from every angle. Her identity as Dr. Araide was still useful.
But soon,