"Inner door handle?" Mouri Kogoro pondered for a moment, then suddenly understood. "I know! This is actually a sui—"
"But!" a Forensics Department officer cut him off decisively. He simply refused to believe there could be a suicide wherever Jiang Xia was. "Just like the banknotes, the other two spots only had fingerprint-shaped toxin traces—meaning no one smeared poison on the door lock. The poison on the president's hand got onto them."
Mouri Kogoro: "..."
Inspector Megure decisively abandoned this old brother who had been blindly guessing and turned to Jiang Xia. "What do you think?"
Jiang Xia came back to himself. "I remember that when we called the victim earlier, he hung up very hastily. Combined with the poisoned fingerprints on the inner door lock... it seems the victim noticed something important while answering the phone. He hurriedly ended the call, left his office, touched the toxin in the outer room of the financial detective agency, and then walked back inside. That's why the poisoned fingerprints were left on the door handle."
The Forensics Department officer's heart skipped a beat. "So that means..."
Jiang Xia sighed. "That means we need to inspect the large office outside as well—if things are as I said, the place where the poison was applied is most likely hidden out there."
The Forensics Department officer looked at the outer room, which was far larger than the president's office. "...All right. I'll go right away."
The officers threw themselves into another round of busy work.
Inspector Megure, meanwhile, remembered something and immediately grew wary—he had just solved a troublesome serial murder case. If another chain of accidental poisonings happened now...
He glanced at the reporters peeking around the doorway, then looked at everyone in the room. His head was already buzzing. "When you were