"Hey...you've got the point wrong, haven't you?" Kōyū glanced at the eccentric Yamamura Misao, completely speechless at this "rookie police officer."
"I'm telling you..." Uncle Mori also felt quite helpless.
"How am I going to explain this to everyone when I get back to the station?" Yamamura sighed, looking down. He had thought he would be able to see a live deduction show by 'Sleeping Kogoro'.
But it didn't happen.
“But it’s good this way too.” Uncle Mori walked up to Yamamura Misao, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered in his ear.
"If it's suicide, then you'll save time on the search, and the procedures will be much simpler."
“That’s true.” Yamamura Misao nodded in agreement.
If the case is classified as a suicide, it can indeed save a lot of tedious steps, such as taking statements.
The time spent searching can be saved for rest.
Just then, Conan, who had somehow appeared beside the corpse, ignored the somewhat embarrassed expressions on the faces of the forensic personnel beside him and said:
Don't you find this strange?
Everyone turned their attention to Conan.
"This old man is clearly a bit hunched over, and he's only about 30 centimeters taller than me..."
It's as if they've forgotten the advice to "keep quiet if you have a sore throat."
Then, Conan, standing on the ladder and reaching for the light switch cord, said to the others,
"Look, shouldn't this light cord be specially made according to the old man's height?"
"But I can't reach it even when I stretch my arm out."
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