Everyone was anxious about different things. Seeing Inspector Yokomizo's story growing more and more convincing, Conan had no choice but to speak in an innocent child's voice, trying to interrupt him. "Oh, right, Officer, when I came in just now, I saw something strange by the door—come with me."
He pulled Inspector Yokomizo toward the room door and pointed at the floor. But when he looked closely, the ground was completely empty: the knotted thread had actually vanished!
...Without it, how could he prove that this locked room had been staged?
...Who took such crucial evidence?!
Conan froze for a moment, then spun around and stared at Inspector Yokomizo beside him, his gaze turning dark. That damn Organization lackey actually dared tamper with the evidence. This is simply unforgiv—
Before he could finish the thought, Kisaki Eri's voice came from behind them. "Are you looking for that knotted thread?"
Conan paused, and clarity returned to his eyes. "Huh?"
Kisaki Eri adjusted her glasses. "After I saw it, I specifically instructed the Forensics Department officers to secure it. Also, the iron ring beside that piece of thread has already been taken away by Forensics for examination."
Ordinarily, faced with such Riddler-like conversation, Inspector Yokomizo would only have asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? What thread and iron ring?"
But now, more than ten minutes earlier, he had already seen the answer these two were searching for.
This feeling of standing above all detectives was indescribably exhilarating. Inspector Yokomizo desperately wanted to talk about it... but to avoid giving himself away, he could only force himself to endure it and pretend to be a thoughtless background prop.
Kisaki Eri paid no attention to the officer. She touched her chin and muttered softly, "I think I already know how the murderer