"That's right." Hattori Heiji nodded, gazing solemnly into the dim depths of the woods. "Come to think of it, it's strange. There clearly weren't any other boats by the shore, so how did the killer get onto the island?"
Curacao: "..." Of course, because you guessed wrong. How could the killer not be among this group? Do you even understand Uzo?
"Still, although Uzo's script always likes to pay homage to the classics, it doesn't always unfold within the scope of our guesses."
Thinking this, Curacao could not help looking suspiciously toward the woods as well. "We still need to stay alert. What if a killer really does suddenly appear from the forest... I have to be fully prepared to deal with it."
Beside her, although Hattori Heiji was puzzled by how the killer had reached the island, there were simply too many mysteries on the island already. One more hardly made a difference.
So instead of forcing himself to figure it out, he looked at Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko. "I remember you brought a pretty good Camera Flash?"
"Yeah." Suzuki Sonoko patted the Camera hanging from her chest and replied readily, "What do you need to photograph?"
Hattori Heiji turned to Conan again. "Lend me your Wristwatch, and any one of your slippers."
"?" The request sounded a little strange, but Conan was a Detective himself. He knew well that when a Detective had a sudden flash of insight, they often needed all kinds of bizarre props.
So he did not ask any questions. He took off his watch, then one slipper, stood barefoot on the ground, and handed both items to Hattori Heiji.
Under everyone's curious gazes, Hattori Heiji switched on Conan's watch as a flashlight, then placed the slipper, generously provided by his Tokyo friend, over