Jiang Xia looked up and saw Inspector Otaki secretly casting him a glance.
He glanced at the large mass of ice cream Killing Intent in the ghosts' arms, then at the heap of Molar Stick Killing Intent on the ground beside them. He was fairly satisfied with today's haul.
Seeing Jiang Xia appear, Vodka's Killing Intent slammed on the brakes. Realizing he couldn't squeeze out any more, Jiang Xia regretfully began:
"This building has a diameter of twenty meters. Its edge is about ten meters from that pine tree with the gun tied to it, and the fishing line connected to the Sniper Rifle..."
The young officer beside him met his gaze and hurriedly reported his measurement from earlier. "A little over ten meters."
Jiang Xia nodded and continued, "The fishing line hanging down the cliff was merely a smokescreen the culprit used to mislead the investigation. But unfortunately for him, his plan had some flaws—the mud stuck to the gun and the fishing line was a clue he had no choice but to leave behind."
Inspector Otaki had spent years around Hattori Heiji, so he understood what the High School Detective meant. "In other words, the culprit wasn't standing at the bottom of the cliff, pulling the fishing line to pull the trigger. He fired the Bullet some other way?"
"That's right," Jiang Xia said. "The culprit knew the victim's schedule very well, as well as exactly where he sat to watch television. So, a week ago, he stole the victim's gun. Then, after coming here today, he secured it to the pine tree and aimed it at the right angle.
"Then he tied a lead weight to one end of the fishing line and threaded the line through the gun's trigger. With that, everything on the tree was