Mrs. Suwa scratched her head in frustration at the mention of it, the jeweled pendant on her body jingling as it swayed. "We did investigate, but when my husband found those scraps of paper, he got furious—he shouted, 'Who did this?! Come forward and admit it yourself!' Then he gathered everyone in the house and made them pass the card around, saying he wanted to find the culprit through their expressions..."
Jiang Xia lowered his head to examine the bullet in the bag. "Did he find anyone suspicious?"
"No." Mrs. Suwa told the truth. "In the end, everyone's fingerprints got smeared all over the paper. The police did help us separate them one by one, but there were too many people involved, so it had no real reference value."
Conan was speechless. "..." They had erased such an obvious clue with their own hands... No wonder Uncle Mouri had arrived full of confidence and left in despair.
Jiang Xia, on the other hand, was very patient. He did not seem angry at all over Fujieda Mikio's foolish move. Casually, he asked, "On the way here, I saw what looked like several surveillance cameras in the corridor. Did they capture any useful clues?"
The old butler happened to enter from the study doorway just then. Hearing that, he shook his head regretfully. "Those Cameras were installed after this happened. I had wanted to use the opportunity to install them throughout the whole house, but the master said, 'Since it was one of our own who did this, these few cameras are enough.'"
"And..." He sighed. "This house is about to be demolished. The master probably does not want to waste any more money on it."
As they spoke, Fujieda Shigeru, who had left with him earlier, also walked over. Hearing the