"OBJECTION!"

Both men exclaimed in surprise.

"It just feels good whenever I shout that word," Wright expressed his satisfaction. "I spot a contradiction in your evidence, Edgeworth."

"So," Edgeworth added, "The old courtroom drama is back. Very well, Wright. What contradiction did you find?

"First, may I request you to examine this carefully?"

He points at the TV screen, where the tape is played, to the pin on the cap that the man-allegedly Wright-was wearing.

"Yes... And then?"

"Compare it with mine here."

Then he shows off his pin on his hat. Edgeworth was suddenly struck with a sense of difference, but he still has doubt.

"Now, do you understand?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I'll give you an example: Let's say I was that person in the hallway. Then the surveillance camera caught me. For me to be not accused, I'll change the pin on my hat."

"Ask yourself: Is it a good idea to change only one part of your attire? It's best to change all of your clothes with other ones."

Edgeworth silently agreed.

"This man is an impersonator. A copycat. But still, you can't copy perfectly one person's attire. And another thing; do you know Ema?"

"Ema… Skye?"

"Yes, that peculiar girl. She gave this pin to me. This one's special, you know."

[The pin that Wright wears is actually a small-sized camera.]

"Now I remember. Thanks for the refresher. Can you give me the images later?"

"Sure will do. Now you understand why you couldn't accuse me so easily."

"I'm very sorry, Phoenix. I underestimated you."

After that conversation, Det. Gumshoe came back with the results from the lab.

"SIR!" Gumshoe, filled with anxiety and excitement, shouted.

"There is no need for useless shouting, Detective," Edgeworth said.

"Sir! The fingerprints of Mr. Freeman matched those of the bottle!"

Edgeworth, at that moment, was stunned. "This is critical information! Thank you, Detective."

"No problem, Sir! Just call me whenever you need help."

Edgeworth then walked slowly towards Freeman. "So, Mr. Freeman, what can you say about this?

He smirks. "I can explain, Mr. Edgeworth."

"Very well. Let me hear your explanation, Mr. Not-So-Freeman."

"First, yes, I admit that those prints on that bottle are definitely mine."

"So now you admit that you have a relation to this case?"

"I believe that I have said nothing about claiming I have a connection to Molly's murder."

"But what you have just said earlier meant the same sense as admitting that you have really a connection."

"No, I want to explain further."

"Yes, as you wish."

"I did touch that bottle but it happened a week ago."

"A week ago? Precisely, what day?"

"April 9."

Edgeworth suddenly thought that the date may be critical information, so he kept it in his mind. He inquired further about the details. "About what time?"

"Maybe 3 in the afternoon. I was walking at the Freedom Park when I picked it up at the ground. Someone dropped it, but I didn't know that the bottle was hers."

"Interesting."

He became silent. At this moment, time, for him, suddenly stops, and this, he thinks, is the perfect time to collect all his thoughts and connect it to make a conclusion.

"It now comes to this. I now have to use my logic to deduce the secret behind this man. I must recall that the motive for the murder is not yet established. I must also prove that Mr. Freeman and Dr. Drecina have connections. I still don't know whether Phoenix was involved in this or not. Now, the bottle. If this bottle has 3 sets of fingerprints, then it is safe to assume that the prints belong to my cousin, Mr. Freeman, and Dr. Drecina. But that doctor always wears gloves, so it's impossible. Removing the doctor, the only man that I can point is some other third person involved."

Wright broke the spell of silence by calling his name. "Miles."

"What is it?"

"Do you really believe that I don't have a connection with this case?"

"What do you mean?"

"I produced the poison, ricin. I made it."

Why did Phoenix claim that he made the poison? Does he really have a connection to this case?