"Could someone have killed Miss Mika, then lain there to observe below, or set up some kind of mechanism there?" Conan stroked his chin. "But what would be the point? And Miss Mika was strangled. It would be difficult to do anything with that method of murder from such a great distance. Of course, those marks might have nothing to do with the current Murder Case. Maybe someone had simply lain on the Rooftop Terrace to sunbathe—Tokyo was crowded, and all kinds of people lived here. It wasn't that unusual for someone to lie on a rooftop for a while."
Thinking Like This, Conan shifted his gaze away and continued looking around in other directions.
Following the direction the middle-aged woman's gaze had been directed, Conan studied it carefully for a while and saw an utterly ordinary street.
As time passed, there were slightly more people on the street than when they had first arrived.
Some pedestrians briskly made their way to work, while others shuffled along with yawns. Aside from the passersby, there were only the occasional cars driving past and bags upon bags of garbage waiting to be collected.
"Nothing seems strange," Conan muttered quietly. "Speaking of garbage bags, it would be easy for a murder weapon to get mixed in with them... But what exactly was the murder weapon?"
"A clothes hanger, probably."
A voice came from behind him, helpfully answering his question. "The yellow coat on the sofa and the blue Dress on the floor were both just picked up from the dry cleaners. The yellow coat still had its clothes hanger, but the hanger from that Dress was missing."
Conan: "?!"
He jerked around and saw Jiang Xia approaching. The Fake Elementary School Student's expression immediately twitched. *I was just talking to myself. Who