—In the room, a person hung stiffly from the ceiling, seemingly no longer moving.
Though she had her back to the door, her clothes and slender build alone made her recognizable as the actress who had not shown herself all day, Bizen Chizuru.
"Chizuru!" Bizen Chizuru's husband and manager cried out in anguish at the same time.
Conan froze as well, casting a furtive glance at Suzuki Sonoko. What a jinx!
Suzuki Sonoko was equally surprised, but then seemed to remember something. Carefully, she pulled open the door pressed against the wall and looked behind it.
When she failed to find the murderer hidden there, she pattered over to the window, peeked behind the curtains, then came back scratching her head. "That's strange. Why isn't anyone here...?"
Had her brilliant idea of "hiding behind the door, blending into the crowd, and creating a perfect locked-room mystery" failed to come true?
The culprit really was an idiot!
While a detective's assistant secretly condemned the culprit,
Jiang Xia ran over to the body and touched the wrist hanging at her side. "She's already cold."
Shiromoto Hidehiko let out a cry of grief, while the manager's legs gave way and he collapsed onto the floor with a slap.
Conan sighed, then suddenly noticed Haga Kyosuke standing by the door with his head lowered, staring at something brass-colored on the floor.
Conan hurriedly looked over as well and found that it was the door's security latch—the thing had flown out of the door frame when Jiang Xia kicked the door open and fallen to the floor.
Looking closer, they could see fresh radial scratches around the two keyholes of the security latch.
Jiang Xia walked over and glanced down at it. "Someone tampered with this."
Conan shuddered all over, then snapped out his soundproof