The speaker had meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart. An officer's casual complaint suddenly put Hashimoto Maya on alert.
He could not help lowering his head to look at Inspector Megure. "..." As your newly adopted little brother, I advise you to stop right there and not overthink it—I do not want to suddenly receive an assignment to assassinate a Metropolitan Police Department official, or to carry out such a mission on my own for no apparent reason without receiving one.
"Exactly. It's too much of a coincidence—so much so that it feels like someone deliberately arranged it."
Hashimoto Maya's fleeting guilt was caught by certain Elementary School Students who were watching him closely.
Conan's gaze discreetly shifted between Hashimoto Maya and the front desk before settling on the attendant. Drawing out his voice, he said, "Mister, there were so many vacant rooms, so why did you insist on sending the deceased uncle to that private room in the surveillance blind spot?"
"You little brat, why are you talking so weirdly?" the attendant muttered, but he had no choice but to explain.
"I originally wanted to take that guest to Room 1, but when we reached the door, he did not stop and just kept walking farther in.
"Some guests have their own particular preferences about where their rooms are located. Remembering that, I could not be bothered to stop him, so I simply followed him to Private Room 5...
"Anyway, if you insist on putting it that way, he chose that place to die himself. I am innocent."
Inspector Megure was doubtful. At that moment, Jiang Xia nodded. "The deceased appeared to have been following us before his death. In theory, compared with the bustling Room 1, he really would have preferred the more