Mouri Kogoro: "..." How could a grown man not even learn to drive? No wonder you ruined your father's overseas market.
Jiang Xia poked him and looked toward the butler nearby.
"!" Mouri Kogoro froze for a moment, then suddenly understood. He asked the butler, "You and the deceased needed to go down the mountain too, didn't you? There's no way you walked that long mountain road on two legs every time—you must have other cars, right?"
"There are." The butler said helplessly, "But the master's car broke down at the foot of the mountain. He came back tonight in Mr. Akai's car. As for mine, it's been having trouble starting since the day before yesterday. I was planning to get it fixed when I had the time, but now... sigh."
Conan stroked his chin, surveying the scene for every suspicious detail in the case and trying to connect them to Akai Shuichi.
"Something's strange." He looked at the sports car. "If Uncle Ryoji was the murderer, why would he puncture his own tires too?"
Hotta Koichi recalled his irritating younger brother and sneered. "Obviously to clear himself of suspicion—think about it. If everyone checked the parking lot and found that only his car had been spared, they'd definitely guess that he was the one who punctured the tires."
Suzuki Sonoko could not help shooting him a glare. She felt that the Hotta Family heir was not very bright. "The wine he sent exploded, and he himself has already fled into the villa out of guilt... Even if he destroyed his own car now, he couldn't clear himself of suspicion. Wouldn't that just be redundant?"
"Th-This..." Brother Hotta choked, then quickly said, "Then he must have changed his plan at the last minute. When he planned the murder, he included