The moment he said that, everyone turned to him with astonished looks. The abbot even forgot to continue what he had been saying, merely staring at him with widened eyes.
Hoshikawa Teru, who did not think he had said anything shocking, remained oblivious. He bent down, narrowed his eyes, and examined the neatly arranged tatami mats beneath his feet. "Hmm, you can't tell from the surface, but there really is a smell."
For the first eighteen years of his life, Hoshikawa Teru had dealt with violence and bloodshed. He truly was far more sensitive to that sort of scent.
Compared to being a detective, he was better suited to being an assassin.
Conan and Heiji Hattori glanced at him a few times, then copied him, bending down close to the floor and walls to sniff hard. But apart from the stale scent of fabric and wood, they smelled nothing.
The two exchanged a look, trying to find an answer on each other's faces, but both came up empty.
If they had to say something, Akechi Goro was skilled in crime-scene investigation, bloodstain analysis, and many other hardcore forensic skills supposedly honed overseas. They had not only heard of them, but seen them with their own eyes.
However, considering his highly questionable identity, then seeing his incomprehensibly sharp observational abilities in this area, the detectives simply could not stop their thoughts from wandering.
Could Akechi Goro be the type who claimed to have learned forensic techniques through study and solving cases, when in fact it was the other way around? Had he been trained by the organization for so long that he had developed a special sensitivity to death and injury...?
Abbot Shakuren panicked for a moment, then quickly composed himself. "This guest, you need evidence when you speak. It is