Sorry, I Let You Down

"Mr. Lin, are you saying..."

Inspector Megure suddenly realized:

"You suspect Imai Tetsuo is the murderer?"

"Not suspecting." Lin Xinyi looked grave.

He was highly suspicious—so suspicious that he could practically be certain.

"Why?"

"..." Lin Xinyi remained silent.

Why else could it be?

Of course, it was because the victim in this case was also part of Conan's social circle.

And the Conan-science principles he had summarized in the past told him that once a case involved Conan, the culprit had never failed to be one of the people remaining at the scene after the crime.

"I understand."

Seeing that Lin Xinyi had remained silent for so long, Inspector Megure grasped the hidden meaning on his own:

"Master Lin, ahem. Officer Lin."

"I'll focus my investigation on this Imai Tetsuo."

"Mm." Lin Xinyi nodded, then asked thoughtfully, "Inspector Megure, when you arrived at the scene, did you immediately inspect the bag Imai Tetsuo was carrying?"

"That briefcase?"

"Of course we did."

Inspector Megure was reliable, after all.

There had only been two people involved at the scene, and Imai Tetsuo was the only one who knew the victim. There was no way Megure would fail to inspect Imai's belongings right away.

"However... we didn't find anything."

"There wasn't any container that could have held poison, nor were there suspicious items like syringes."

"I expected that."

Lin Xinyi had already prepared himself mentally.

Leaving the scene after killing someone was one thing, but how could the culprit possibly keep the murder weapon on him too?

The medicine bottle, the puncture needle, the syringe—those pieces of evidence had surely been disposed of before the crime.

"So, Inspector Megure, what I want you to recall is..."

"Was there any water damage inside Imai Tetsuo's briefcase?"

Keeping a can of iced drink hidden