Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko suddenly thought of something. "I get it—it's matsutake mushrooms! When Conan taught us how to find matsutake before, he said something like, 'Doesn't that mean we've found the culprit?' He called the matsutake the 'culprit.' Only a few of us know about that, so the person represented by the matsutake must be the real murderer!"
Conan glanced at Curacao from the corner of his eye, his scalp tingling. "..."
Forget solving the case—right now, he wanted nothing more than to play dumb, afraid that the suspicious lawyer who had happened to avoid the Anesthetic Needle would notice his behavior was too unusual for a child.
Now that Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko had suddenly pushed him into the spotlight, Conan could only grin foolishly and try to patch things up. "That's right! Brother Jiang Xia taught me this method on the way here. It's really useful! Thanks to it, we picked so many matsutake mushrooms."
Curacao: "..." This brat always looked so sly around everyone else, but the moment Jiang Xia came up, he grinned like an idiot... She had long known how skilled Uzo was at winning people over, yet whenever she witnessed it firsthand, a chill still ran down her back.
The others did not find Conan's behavior strange. After all, whenever he said something startling and left everyone astonished, he would always claim that Jiang Xia had taught him.
So their attention quickly returned to the skewer of mushrooms. "If the matsutake represent the murderer, then..."
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at the short hunter, whose brows and beard were as stiff as blades. "The trees blocked the view, so I couldn't see very clearly, but the one who shot that hunter at the edge of the Hunting Zone earlier was probably you, Mr. Saiga."
Before everyone could