The old woman sighed. "Actually, it wasn't just the three of them. There are many unidentified bodies in the graveyard in these woods that no one ever claimed.
"I put up simple headstones for the unidentified victims, but over the years, their graves were all destroyed by the animals in the forest—by now, the only graves with headstones left are those of my husband and the other two."
Conan found it strange. "Why were only their graves left undamaged?"
"Who knows?" The old woman was puzzled as well. "Maybe because I bring Saburo to visit their graves every day. Perhaps the Snow Woman can't get close because of all the human presence."
The police officers: "..." They really could steer any topic toward superstition.
But Jiang Xia listened thoughtfully and looked out the window: New Ghost Fetus did seem a little shy. Maybe she had run off without greeting him because there were too many people here?
With that thought, Jiang Xia quietly retreated behind the others. While everyone else was still chatting, he adjusted the Ghost Mint on his person, pushed open the door, and returned to the snowy ground outside.
Inside the house.
Most of them failed to notice the detective's furtive little movements.
But Curacao was, of course, an exception.
Watching the door open and close slightly from the corner of her eye, the Organization member disguised as a lawyer stroked her chin, wariness flashing in her eyes. "..." Why had he suddenly gone outside?
When everyone was gathered together, someone suddenly acting alone was undoubtedly a highly dangerous sign of impending death.
...But that was merely the experience others had summarized for dealing with Uzo. When it came to Uzo himself, everything seemed different again.
—Compared to the person acting alone, Curacao felt that the people