Conan thought for a long time, but all he could see was a lack of clues. He couldn't come up with an answer.
Before long, his nimble thoughts shifted in another direction: ...Setting aside the other party's motive, with a probability of nearly one in ten, how did that person make Mrs. Haitang eat that poisoned biscuit so precisely?
After all, without Mrs. Haitang's death, this case would have been distinctive, but not as shocking as the family massacre it had now become...
Conan returned to the French window and watched the crime scene being cleared by the police through the glass. He tried hard to simulate every possible way this outcome could have been achieved, but he found no leads.
—A coincidence. Everything really did look like nothing more than an ironic, absurd coincidence.
But with Vodka here, Conan knew it only "looked" that way. In truth, there had to be a hand quietly manipulating things behind the scenes.
"How did that person do it?"
For once, Conan felt a faint sense of helplessness.
No one beside him noticed the elementary school student fighting himself from both sides. Everyone was busy with their own tasks.
Vodka looked around, quietly reported to Officer Takagi, who looked the easiest to talk to, then slipped into his car, quietly stepped on the gas, and quietly drove away.
After driving some distance, Vodka got out to inspect the car uneasily. Once he confirmed there was nothing wrong with it, he happily got back in and sped off with one press of the accelerator.
A while later, Vodka remembered something and hurriedly reported what had happened to Gin.
Naturally, he emphasized Mrs. Haitang's incomprehensible, unconventional "suicide": "I kept a close eye on the movement outside all night. Uzo definitely never left his room, but