Looking around the venue, only the guests were milling about. At some point, the groom had vanished.
Remembering something, Jiang Xia said to Suzuki Sonoko, "He got a phone call just now, then left."
"The call was from the bride," Conan said. He had overheard even more. "Ten minutes ago."
Suzuki Sonoko: "..." He had even found out who had called? This kid really had a talent for corporate espionage.
As she was muttering inwardly, a chef suddenly rushed into the hall, pale with shock. "The parking lot! The parking lot..."
The bride's younger brother approached him in confusion. "What happened? Slow down. Don't disturb the guests."
The chef took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. "Someone's lying beside the RV in the parking lot—it looks like Mr. Hatakeyama!!"
The guests: "?!"
The groom was dead?
Vodka: "..." Vermouth had actually guessed right!
That woman can make a random bet and still get it right. Then what was the point of all my years of painstaking analysis? Grinding his teeth in envy at a naturally gifted player, Vodka consoled himself:
"The chef only said the groom was down; he never said he was dead. Maybe the groom merely fainted, or perhaps the killer disguised himself as the victim and is trying to clear his own suspicion with a self-inflicted wound.
"Even taking a step back, even if he really is dead... Vermouth might not have reached that conclusion through analysis. Maybe Calvados told her some inside information."
Thinking that way, Vodka felt much better.
Amid Chianti's incessant urging, he began looking for surveillance cameras that covered the courtyard.
A perfectly good wedding had suddenly turned into a crime scene. As a detective passing by, he naturally had to get to work at once.
Before long, the high