Jiang Xia nodded as if he understood. "It's only normal to feel upset when a gold-medal employee you worked with for so many years suddenly passes away."
The store manager's wife remembered the rumors about this detective and didn't want to talk much about Mitsui Mika. As she walked with Jiang Xia toward the apartment, she dryly changed the subject. "Speaking of which... why are you here? Did the police ask you to come help?"
Jiang Xia smiled. "That hairdresser miss was going to cut my classmate's hair, so we came over at the appointed time. We just didn't expect that by the time we got here, she would already be dead."
The store manager's wife sighed. "So that's what happened."
Conan rubbed his aching knee from the fall. When he looked up, he suddenly noticed something and looked toward the store manager's wife. "Why is there a bandage on the back of your hand?"
"Hm?" The store manager's wife looked at her right hand, then jumped in fright and said in a panic, "I-It was me, I accidentally burned my hand while cooking this morning, so I put it on to ease the pain... I-I'm just clumsy when I do things, hahaha."
Conan: "..."
Suspicious. Far too suspicious. There were practically so many doubts they were about to overflow.
But the more it was like this, the more he felt something was off: was the case really as simple as it looked?
"Based on experience, murderers are usually a little more cunning, so the people who look like criminals at a glance usually don't seem as much like criminals." As Conan muttered inwardly, he thought of something and looked toward the apartment lobby:
"If we think in the opposite direction... could the culprit really be between those two FBI