Being Too Stubborn Won't Do

More than ten minutes later.

In the inn's lounge.

Two people sat dejectedly in a corner, wrapped in blankets. One was the Assistant Inspector leading the team, while the other was the killer, yet they somehow looked equally world-weary.

They should have taken the killer and the existing evidence back to the Police Station as soon as possible.

But Yamamura Misao unfortunately belonged to that dejected duo, currently looking withdrawn and unwilling to move. Besides, there were clearly still some doubts surrounding this case.

So the police did not rush to leave. Instead, they borrowed a room from the innkeeper to question him.

"I-I really was forced into it. I ran into a deranged psycho."

When Jinbo Daixiong had first been "rescued," he had still been completely dazed.

But now that he had returned to the Aoi Inn, a more familiar and comfortable environment, some of his little schemes began stirring again.

After a sack had been pulled over his head last night, the mysterious person had said some things while gripping his neck and dragging him away.

Now, Jinbo Daixiong cleverly rearranged those words, trying to shift the blame. That psycho was not here anyway.

"He said he wanted to create an interesting Murder Game where people killed for treasure, and told me to cooperate with him. He said that if I didn't, he'd kill me first, then go to my house and murder my mother in her seventies and my young child. I had no choice but to listen to him..."

"..." Conan silently pricked up his ears at that.

A Murder Game? Though the wording was somewhat different, it resembled the vile act he had imagined—using murder cases to kill people. Both treated murder cases as some trivial means...

As Conan thought, he observed Amuro Tooru's movements