Yuji Kudo, the manga artist behind Detective Conan.

"Yes, I did touch the plate and even rotated it, but that doesn't prove that I poisoned Atsumi. You can't just restrain and interrogate me like this!"

As soon as Ms. Junka entered the room, she saw Officer Hagiwara sitting at the table, gesturing for her to sit down. Her legs immediately went weak, and she leaned against the wall, trying to appear strong.

"Please don't misunderstand, we are just conducting a normal case investigation. In fact, the waitress from earlier was also questioned."

Officer Hagiwara leaned back, draped his arm over the back of the chair, and asked in a seemingly lazy, yet indeed very lazy, manner, "Why are you so wary of me?"

"What...what are you saying? I don't understand." Ms. Junka slowly moved to sit down opposite Officer Hagiwara, her head bowed.

She was definitely acting strangely, and it wasn't just Officer Hagiwara and Officer Fujiwara who were observing Ms. Junka.

Even Conan, who secretly stuck a listening device to the back of the door before the group entered the room to question them, and Higashino, who intercepted the radio waves and eavesdropped after seeing this scene, felt that Ms. Junka was too flustered.

“I…I’ve seen it many times. Whenever that child is around, or you’re around, a lot of people get arrested and then end up on the death row in the news shortly afterward.”

"I didn't want to either. It's all because those guys acted impulsively and killed people, and then deliberately didn't turn themselves in in an attempt to escape legal punishment. I'm only responsible for arresting people. If you think something's wrong, then go and confront the person who made the laws. He usually sits in his office at the very top of the Metropolitan Police Department."

The policewoman replied matter-of-factly, "Oh, by the way, just a reminder, there's no elevator above the 15th floor of the Metropolitan Police Department building now, so remember to bring enough sports drinks, or you'll be in trouble if you run out of water."

If this young lady manages to get to the 15th floor or higher of the Metropolitan Police Department, then she'll be facing armed security guards every ten meters.

“You…” Miss Junka clenched her fists seriously: “I don’t know who killed Atsumi, but this time, it’s my friend who’s going to be taken away by you.”

"If it were you, perhaps I wouldn't have needed to take them with me."

Officer Hagiwara jokingly spread his hands, but was immediately scolded by Fujiwara Santa, who said, "You can't say that, Officer Hagiwara."

"Alright, alright." Officer Hagiwara tapped the table, signaling the official start of the questioning.

What is your purpose in spinning the plate?

"It's to take nice photos!" Ms. Junka stared at Inspector Hagiwara with the look of someone looking at a weirdo. "How can I post it on LINE if I don't take photos?" "So, Ms. Atsumi, did you just start eating the pudding with your hands after you spun the plate?"

"No, after I finished turning around, Mao reached out and distributed the puddings one by one to everyone." Ms. Junka explained to her friend, "Because the puddings that Aishima brought were in different kinds of containers and different sizes, if there were two and they weren't shared, Atsumi might snatch them up and eat them."

Then other people will naturally feel uncomfortable eating. In this type of gathering, most people will try to avoid having someone sitting idly watching others eat.

"It sounds like Ms. Totani is very used to taking care of you all. Does she often do things like distributing food to others?"

Miss Junka shook her head in denial: "No, this is her first time today. I think it's probably because of what happened in Ginza last time."

"Oh?"

"It's the third shop on the pedestrian street. Isn't there a famous little coffee shop there? It's owned by a quirky owner who likes to serve Japanese stews with coffee."

The two policemen's expressions immediately turned strange. They had obviously been there before and were quite familiar with the owner, although they weren't used to the fake face.

"At that time, while the boss was cooking, Atsumi secretly opened the bottle of alcohol she had bought and got very drunk. Then, when Mao went to chat with the boss, she ate all the curry fried chicken that the boss had been looking forward to for so long, which he only made twenty servings of a day."

"That's why they were scrambling to divide the food..." Officer Fujiwara nodded.

“Yes.” Miss Junxiang nodded, noticing the serious expressions on the two police officers' faces, and swallowed hard. “Do you have any other questions related to the case?”

"Of course."

Officer Hagiwara moved closer to Ms. Junka.

"So, how did your conversation with that boss go, Miss Totani?" (End of Chapter)