Inspector Yokomizo scratched his head irritably. "A kid wants to eat xiaolongbao—what does that have to do with the murder case of a film producer being poisoned? Or are you saying the killer really is between you and the screenwriter?"
Jiang Xia returned to the round table where the murder had just occurred. "It's hard to explain with words alone. Why don't you sit down and take a look with us?"
Inspector Yokomizo: "..."
A few minutes ago, he would only have scolded this disrespectful High School Detective and told him not to ruin the crime scene. But now...
He was genuinely a little curious about how the killer had administered the poison.
Considering that the police did indeed test whether certain methods were feasible through experiments when solving cases, Inspector Yokomizo hesitated for a moment before making his decision.
He simply waved a hand at the others. "Everyone, sit back down at the table and recreate the scene when the victim was poisoned!"
—That's right. This wasn't indulging a High School Detective in ruining the crime scene. It was simply necessary for solving the case.
At the officer's command, the group returned to their seats in confusion, then sat down around the table according to their previous seating arrangement.
Conan had also figured it out by now. He whispered a few words to the waiter, then jogged back to the table and climbed onto the seat where he had been sitting.
"Just now, I was like this..." Conan was about to demonstrate the strange table-spinning incident from earlier, but Jiang Xia reached out first and began fiddling with the round table.
Conan, who tried to spin the table but couldn't match the other man's strength and had no choice but to let go: "..."
Inspector Yokomizo watched in