Synopsis

The scene was a dimly lit café, the air thick with unspoken tension. Kogoro, slumped in a chair, squinted at Motosu, his gaze sharp with suspicion. "You're faking it," he declared, his voice gravelly. "This whole thing… it’s an act." Elsewhere, Sera meticulously examined the scene, her eyes scanning for any overlooked detail. She was piecing together the method, the precise way the killer had orchestrated the fatal blow. Yet, Conan, usually so quick with deduction, remained uncharacteristical