Gordon's Heart Skipped a Beat

Amuro Tooru noticed Jiang Xia's movement and looked at the Notebook as well.

Jiang Xia opened it to the problematic page and handed it to him.

Unlike the two Organization slackers, Conan was a proper Detective.

As soon as he arrived at the scene, he first focused intently on the corpse.

After taking in every piece of information visible to the naked eye, Conan straightened up and inadvertently glanced to the side. Since they were about the same height, he happened to see Jiang Xia's hand hanging at his side. His palm was darkly stained, as though it had been smeared with...

Fresh blood?!

Conan's heart jolted. He instinctively grabbed Jiang Xia's hand and turned it over to look.

That casual glance had not been an illusion. The stain on Jiang Xia's palm really was blood.

...He had just finished examining a corpse that had been stabbed to death with a Knife, covered in blood. Then he turned around and saw blood on his companion's hand.

"..." Conan had read plenty of Mystery Novels, and he had watched no shortage of horror movies as well. This sort of cliché from a third-rate horror film had never once scared him, but this time, his heart skipped a solid beat.

It was difficult not to extend his suspicions of Amuro Tooru to Jiang Xia. Even if Conan believed Jiang Xia would not kill anyone, Jiang Xia could hardly avoid being influenced by Amuro Tooru. Besides, Conan remembered that, judging from the victim's approximate time of death, Jiang Xia and Amuro Tooru had left the inn during that period.

He looked up at Jiang Xia and blurted out in shock, "You..."

"Your hand got dirty!"

Beside them, "Suzuki Sonoko" cried out in alarm. Before Conan could react, she somehow produced a wet wipe