2891 [The Pain of Losing a Beloved gun ×2]
"In other words, if they wanted to turn the room lights on or off, they could only go into the rooms themselves and press the switches." Conan laughed and picked up where the other two had left off. "That means the three players are completely cleared of suspicion!"
Once he finished speaking, the surrounding area fell silent.
Conan looked up and met two pairs of silent eyes.
Conan: "..."
The Fake Elementary School Student looked at his Osaka classmate, then at Jiang Xia. His forcibly calmed heart began thudding again: Hattori was one thing, but why didn't you agree either? Nod. Hurry up and nod!
Beside him, the Kansai Detective had no idea that a certain detestable Tokyo counterpart was disregarding his deductive ability. Hattori Heiji sighed. Ignoring this unreasonable Star Chaser, he began reasoning on his own.
He walked to the window and examined the heavy curtains. "I remember that when the crime happened, that baseball star was directly above the murder scene, and he opened the curtains in that room... Do you think he might have used some kind of mechanism to control the curtains remotely?"
"No." Conan snapped back to attention. The baseball star was not his idol, and he had returned to his usual level of competence.
"While we were waiting for the police earlier, I already checked that room. There were no traces of ropes or Steel Wire on the curtains, and the walls and railing were normal too—it probably wasn't fitted with any mechanism. The curtains were opened manually."
Jiang Xia nodded. "Also, when the curtains were pulled open, a corresponding silhouette appeared by the window. It was clearly human-shaped and moving. It didn't look fake."
Conan paused, then added, "Ignoring straight-line distance and only