Yuji Kudo, the manga artist behind Detective Conan.

"So the deceased's name was Nagasu Atsumi, and the three of you were her friends, right?"

Sitting on the sofa like a boss, Officer Hagiwara's gaze swept over the three women in front of her, paying particular attention to the waitress for a few seconds.

Inside the restaurant, everyone who had nothing to do with the case was dismissed after their identities were confirmed, leaving only Detective Kudo, who was fast asleep, and his two children who couldn't get home on their own.

"You mean Mr. Kudo drove here? And you were drinking too? That's really a headache." Fujiwara Santa rubbed his hair. "Then I think I'll drive the three of you back to the detective agency later."

"What do you mean? It's like you're not planning to go home tonight... Oh!" Dongye suddenly realized, his head getting a good rub from the tofu boy.

"Sometimes, feigned cleverness isn't true cleverness, you know?"

Conan glanced at Higashino, then ran to the deceased's side, gently waving his hand towards the deceased's mouth and nose, smelling the classic almond scent, confirming it was cyanide before turning to the cream puddings on the table.

Those are the most suspicious things, aren't they?

"Working at a pet store? He's clearly a heartless guy." Higashino, who suddenly appeared next to Conan, looked at the corpse with some suspicion: "There's cat hair, dog hair, and rabbit hair on the clothes, and I can faintly smell the scent of high-end dog food."

"Couldn't it be her own pet?" Yuko Haneda looked at Higashino strangely. "Maybe it's just fur from her pet at home, or maybe she works at a pet store?"

"Just look at her clothes and you'll understand. She sheds a lot of animal fur, so much that you can tell at a glance that she's someone who deals with animals every day. But she wears inexpensive clothes. Although people often joke online that their pets live more comfortably than they do, in reality, for people who can afford to keep three or more pets, pet expenses are unlikely to exceed 30% of their income, assuming the animals don't get sick."

Higashino pointed to the long-bearded man's wrist: "Besides, the blind box bracelet on her wrist, although it looks like the kind that's been popular lately, is made too crudely. It's obviously a counterfeit." "You even know about these kinds of bracelets?" Conan leaned closer to examine the long-bearded man's wrist.

"Actually, it was Sayoko... My older sister took the family's food allowance a couple of days ago to buy one, which resulted in us eating instant noodles for three nights in a row..."

"So, Ms. Togaya, and Ms. Kokonoe, are the four of you really here in this restaurant just to help Ms. Aijima, who works as a waitress, taste the dishes?" Fujiwara Santa flashed his police ID, indicating that the three of them had better not hide anything.

"If you come forward now, it can still be considered a confession; otherwise, it's not a good thing for you."

Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention. A criminal who chooses to commit an act in public has no idea what the consequences will be.

"I smelled cyanide just now, which means she died of poisoning," Conan said.

"The only thing Atsumi ate from beginning to end was that piece of pudding," Togaya said, adding that the police could take the remaining pudding for testing.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be pudding. Cutlery or something else, or any little pre-meal habits of the Longbeard Lady that you know, can all be used as methods of poisoning."

Higashino looked at the group of six: "Hurry up and solve the case, then let us know which way the sun rose today..." (End of Chapter)