On the Full Moon ship.
The Werewolf waved his hands excitedly. "Everything I said is true! Vermouth sent me a cardboard box filled with stacks and stacks of notes—all records about me!
"Everything I did from morning to night, what time I got up, what time I went to sleep—even if I casually said something at home, it was recorded. He—he was like a Vengeful Spirit, everywhere at once, watching my every move... How could I refuse when someone like that forced me to kill?
"Detective, I didn't want this either! It was all that Vermouth's fault!—If you're going to arrest me, then you absolutely have to arrest him too! He's the real culprit behind all this!"
Mouri Kogoro scratched his head. At first, he had thought the Werewolf was making up a story, but when he heard the liquor name "Vermouth," he recalled the Full Moon Invitation Letter he had received not long ago. His brow furrowed slightly as he vaguely caught the scent of a scheme.
...Maybe there really was a mastermind behind this.
With that thought, Mouri Kogoro asked the Werewolf, "What is this Vermouth's real name?"
The Werewolf shook his head blankly.
Mouri Kogoro asked, "Then what does he look like?"
The Werewolf shook his head again.
The corner of Mouri Kogoro's eye twitched. "So he only contacted you online the entire time and never showed himself?—Tch. Then there should at least be some information on the package he sent to your home, right? Who was the sender, and what was the address?"
The Werewolf's ears seemed to droop. "I like shopping online, so I receive a lot of deliveries every day. I always just tear off the shipping labels and throw them away..."
Mouri Kogoro: "..."
He really wanted to smack this Werewolf, who knew