Akashi Hiroto's tongue twisted as he spoke. "It's... unrealistic for anyone to play tennis in the rain, but I've been living alone in the woods for so long that I get terribly lonely—anyway, whether you cook one plate of curry or a whole pot, it's all the same, so I heated up some extra and hoped someone would come by. I didn't expect to actually wait for guests brought here by fate."
"Hmm..." Inspector Yamamura was somewhat convinced. He turned back to look at the man in sunglasses beside him—after merely studying him for a few moments, this man had rattled off several things about him, all of them correct. His deductions were so accurate that they rivaled fortune-telling. It was truly impressive.
So this time, Yamamura Misao, that fickle fence-sitter, did not sway around again. Instead, he cautiously asked the new thigh he had latched onto, "Is there any other evidence?"
Jiang Xia pushed up his sunglasses again. They were rather heavy on the bridge of his nose. "The extra curry isn't evidence, but it contradicts Mr. Akashi's testimony. He said the deceased saw a dentist three days ago and had a tooth pulled. But if there really were such a patient at home, people normally wouldn't cook spicy curry for a meal. That kind of food would irritate the wound—and didn't you just find new evidence?"
Inspector Yamamura nodded repeatedly and pointed at Conan. "This kid was rummaging through the crime scene, and he accidentally dug up a freshly fallen tooth from the curry. According to our comparison, it fell out of the deceased's mouth."
Jodie's ears twitched. "..." How exactly did one rummage around enough to find something buried in curry rice?
Besides, Conan and "Dr. Araide" had only been upstairs for a short while before finding