Synopsis

A realization dawned on Conan Edogawa, the details of the crime coalescing in his mind with chilling clarity. The method, the perpetrator – it all became undeniably clear. The following day, a subtle clue was left for Kogoro Mori. A careless spill of ketchup on a street vendor's cart created an unusual pattern on the pavement: a series of evenly spaced droplets, eerily reminiscent of a bloodstain. Kogoro, prompted by this strange sight, gathered the suspects and, with a dramatic flourish,