Synopsis

Conan surveyed the scene, his gaze sharp and discerning. The details whispered a story, a puzzle waiting to be assembled. He saw the subtle clues others missed, the misplaced object, the almost imperceptible shift in the rug. A faint smile touched his lips as the pieces began to fall into place. He knew. With practiced precision, Conan activated his voice-changing bowtie, mimicking the tone and cadence of Kogoro Mouri. "It seems," he announced, his voice a perfect imitation of the detecti