Jiang Xia got to his feet and led everyone to look for the homeowner.
"We rang the doorbell and even rammed the door just now. How could such a huge commotion fail to wake anyone up?" Suzuki Sonoko whispered suspiciously to Jiang Xia and Mouri Ran. "Could that writer couple have murdered someone together, then fled out of guilt?"
Vodka nodded thoughtfully. If he remembered correctly, Uzo intended to silence all three of them—and those two "fugitives" might already have been taken care of by Uzo's underlings and sent off to help reclaim land in Tokyo Bay.
His thoughts followed Suzuki Sonoko's for a second before he suddenly came to his senses. "..." No, wait! What fleeing out of guilt? That man was clearly already dead—he had seen it with his own eyes last night!
Vodka: "..." Ever since seeing it, he had been unable to sleep, drifting in and out of exhausting battle-royale-like dreams. When his mind wandered, he had nearly been unable to tell whether that terrifying scene had been a dream or reality... Come to think of it, two out of three people had died. Uzo really was bad news!
Vodka lamented inwardly while trying his best to look as though nothing was on his mind.
He nodded along with Suzuki Sonoko, then, under Conan's wary gaze, followed behind Jiang Xia as they searched the bedrooms one by one.
That was the downside of a house being too large—it could easily turn into a game of hide-and-seek.
Still, their target was honorable enough not to move. Before long, when Jiang Xia pushed open the next room's door, the male owner of the house finally appeared before them.
"Ah!!" Mouri Ran jumped when she saw the person lying rigidly on the bed. She instinctively took out her phone,