Mouri Kogoro looked left, then right, and a bewildered question mark slowly popped up over his head. "What? Did I say something wrong? Uh, could Miss Ritsuko's husband be here too?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the crowd, where he spotted an unfamiliar head with coral curls by the table—he didn't seem to remember seeing that person yesterday.
When Inspector Yokomizo looked up, he happened to meet Mouri Kogoro's eyes. After freezing for two seconds, he hurriedly waved his hands. "I'm not that lady's husband! I'm a criminal police officer from Shizuoka Prefecture—I came here today specifically to thank Mr. Jiang Xia for his help last night!"
"Jiang Xia's help? Last night?" Mouri Kogoro froze. A moment later, he scratched his head, vaguely feeling as though he had missed something. "Did something happen last night?"
Conan wiped his mouth and looked speechlessly at the uncle. "Sister Ritsuko died."
Mouri Kogoro was horrified. "Who?!!"
In the distance, Vodka watched the muddleheaded detective through the camera, his feelings complicated. "I really want to be like this guy—sleep soundly all night right next to Uzo, then wake up to find that not only did I avoid prison and death, but the unstable factor in my marriage was conveniently taken care of too... What a fool's luck."
Across from the restaurant's surveillance camera.
Though Inspector Yokomizo was not as fanatical as Officer Yamamura from Gunma Prefecture, compared to many colleagues who simply kept their heads down and drifted through life, he was fairly well informed.
As a police officer who read the papers every now and then, especially when it came to unusual and difficult cases, he stared at Mouri Kogoro for a few seconds before finally remembering. "You're that Detective Mouri from Tokyo! You may not have solved many cases, but