"What's wrong?" Xianbo and De asked with a look of understanding.

"Because nothing hit the roof at the time, but there was a noise, you went to the side of the house to check. You remember that it rolled down in that area at the time."

"There's no strange smell coming from under the body." Okiya Ang noticed that and asked quickly.

Besides, the back half of the slippers was not stained with blood.

"But there are no dolls or product catalogs in plastic bags under him, right?" Takagi asked.

"It's the restroom." The bodyguard replied, "The one opposite is not a bathroom, there's a corridor in between.

The fat bodyguard seemed to have thought of something when he said that. He stroked his chin and said thoughtfully: "As for the things that make people care, it's like a colorful balloon flying over.

But there must be something wrong with that. After all, that window is only for ventilation. Even a child could fit through it, so there are no iron bars installed."

After hearing Tang Ze's question, the forensic examiner who was collecting the fragments picked up an evidence bag and showed it to Tang Ze: "Look, this is it.

You clearly claimed to be innocent. When you retreated into the retreat room, you were thoroughly searched by those two bodyguards!

Inspector Megure noticed Conan's expression and hurried over to ask.

When Cao Xin squatted down to check, he saw the surface of the capsule toy covered with ants.

"What does this mean?" Hearing Takagi's words, he felt something strange in his heart, but he still asked weakly.

Gao Mu, who was standing nearby, squatted down and looked at the large rectangular window at the bottom of the wall and asked, "Which window is that?"

Slowly, a strong sweet smell came into Conan's nose. He followed the smell but before he found the source, he saw that there was not a clear white line under the grass in the garden.

"Detective Conan, you haven't bought what he wants yet." Just then, Okiya came over with a plastic bag. "It's a pity there's no convenience store nearby, so there's no such thing outside."

When they saw the slippers pierced by glass in the belongings bag, the eight Conans who came over all showed the same look of understanding on their faces.

"Brother Caoxin, is he sure that the thing outside is the murder weapon?"

“Yes.”

We can't testify. You didn't even bring any blunt force weapons. How can they identify you as the murderer? "