"Us two." The director walked over to the screenwriter. "But there were few people back then. The four of us were seated separately, more than a meter apart from each other—especially far from Kawabata. To swap out his wet wipe, we would've had to lie across the table."
Inspector Yokomizo looked left, then right, and fell silent. "..."
So... they still hadn't escaped the one-out-of-three selection.
No, this time it was even one out of four.
As he was thinking, the assistant director cautiously spoke up. "I was sitting directly opposite the victim the whole time. It would've been completely impossible for me to switch his wet wipe—so I'm innocent, right?"
Inspector Yokomizo: "..."
If they'd turned back the clock two minutes, he would definitely have nodded with confidence.
But now...
Inspector Yokomizo cleared his throat. "It's still too early to say that. Don't rush. We'll investigate this thoroughly."
Conan suddenly cut in. "Then let's start by examining the victim's pants."
Inspector Yokomizo froze. "His pants?"
Conan nodded. "We changed seats because Ran accidentally knocked over the soup. The soup spilled onto the victim's leg, and he wiped it with his own wet wipe—so by checking whether there's Potassium Cyanide on his pants, we can determine roughly when that wet wipe came into contact with the poison."
The Forensics Department officer hadn't expected such clear reasoning from a first-grade child. He nodded as though looking at a rare animal. "All right."
Vodka: "..."
I had such high hopes for you people, and you got led around by that sinister elementary school student so quickly?! What are you investigating? Listen to me—arrest these two on the spot. You definitely won't catch the wrong people!
But as a spectator hiding in the shadows, he could only watch resentfully as the officers began