While Kisaki Eri investigated, Conan swiftly and discreetly observed from the side. Hearing this, he hurriedly pointed at the nearby trash can like an attentive straight man feeding a joke. "Auntie Eri, there's a crumpled piece of paper in here!"
As he spoke, taking advantage of his status as a child, he crouched down, picked up the paper ball with his gloved hand, and carefully unfolded it with curious interest.
Curacao watched the child, faintly wary.
I may have successfully shaken off Uzo, but it still feels like things can't be this simple. An Organization Cadre who had been through far too much sighed silently. Once this is over, I have to get out of here as soon as possible...
Thinking that, Curacao looked at the somewhat messy crime scene before her and paused slightly, only then realizing something.
—Usui Ritsuko was dead.
And with her death, her mysterious "secret weapon that could defeat Kisaki Eri and turn the tables" had naturally vanished as well.
I already checked her phone, computer, and every other piece of electronic material, but none of it contained anything that could help the factory reverse its situation.
In other words, unless Usui Ritsuko had guessed that something would happen to her and left a paper backup at home or in her office beforehand, that secret weapon could never have remained.
Of course, as Rum's confidant, Curacao had long since searched every place Usui Ritsuko had come into contact with. Strictly speaking, this mission had indeed already been completed.
And the person who had helped her accomplish all this was actually...
Curacao: "..."
Although she had yet to report this to Rum, as an Organization Cadre who knew her superior very well and was fairly capable at deduction, Curacao could practically see Rum's ill-intentioned grin flash