Mouri Kogoro was more concerned about something else. He glanced at the staff and asked with half-public, half-private curiosity, "So what was the answer to tonight's riddle?—Who was the human mixed in among the people on the ship?"
The staff member looked troubled. "The riddle used at this party every year, along with its answer, was known only to Mr. Fukuura before it was announced."
Another staff member nodded. "Since the first group to solve it gets invitations to the movie preview, Mr. Fukuura never told anyone beforehand in order to prevent leaks and ensure fairness."
Mouri Kogoro: "..." That was certainly secretive enough. He had taken the secret with him underground; who knew whether it would ever see daylight again in this lifetime.
He shook his head, no longer dwelling on the answer, and began carrying out his duties as a Detective—finding the killer.
Unlike Inspector Megure, who was used to looking for his little brother whenever something happened, Mouri Kogoro was clearly much more confident in his own deductions.
With a toss of his head, he dramatically raised a hand and pointed. "In any case, one thing is certain now—the killer is among you staff members!"
Vodka, clutching the Black Cat with White Paws business card that had somehow been slipped into his pocket and wanting badly to tear it to shreds but not quite daring to, so he could only remain where he was: Huh?
...No, aren't you going after the Devil Card?
"Nice one, Mustache! But why is the killer a staff member?" Vodka could not make sense of that conclusion. He pondered in secret, Could there be some crucial information behind this that I don't know?
The staff members beside him were startled by Mouri Kogoro's sudden accusation. They hurriedly waved their hands. "This is