"Wolf-Mask Warrior" pointed toward the restroom outside. "Whenever there's a public event, those masks are all kept together in the staff-only restroom, so I can use going to the bathroom as an excuse to change masks. That's the only way to keep my identity better protected."
"In other words, all four of you knew where the wolf mask was, and could easily get your hands on it..." The hope that had just flared up in Inspector Megure instantly went out with a little biu.
The inspector looked at the video camera beside him and scratched at his hat in distress. "We finally got the crime scene on film, so why didn't the deceased leave some kind of dying message? If only he'd dipped his finger in blood and scrawled a name on the wall—even if the culprit covered it up afterward, we'd still be able to see it on the video camera."
Conan wasn't interested in that kind of hypothetical. He had noticed something else: Mouri Ran seemed a bit off.
As the champion of the Kanto high school girls' karate tournament, Mouri Ran genuinely loved that extracurricular hobby, and she usually paid a lot of attention to things like wrestling and combat sports. He had originally thought that when Officer Takagi had excitedly started fanboying just now, Mouri Ran would also take out an autograph book and carefully lean in to ask for a few signatures.
But now... she actually hadn't done anything. Instead, her attention had gone elsewhere?
After hesitating for a moment, Conan leaned over beside her and asked in a low voice, "Ran-neechan, what happened? Your expression looks kind of strange."
"Huh?" Mouri Ran, who was closely watching Jodie out of the corner of her eye, was startled by his sudden question.
After coming to her