Ohara was left speechless by the retort.
Yeah, why had he parked his car here?
Of course, it was to carry out the Murder Plan...
But... was being this blunt really polite?
Glancing at Ohara from the corner of his eye, Fujino had no intention of wasting time. Turning around, he walked over to the sedan, reached out, and violently pulled open the door.
Under the tremendous force, the mechanical structure of the door lock was forcibly torn apart.
Fujino looked around the car, then opened the glove compartment and took out a white glove with bloodstains on one of its fingers.
Turning back, he showed the white glove to Ohara. "You have a wound on your finger, and there's blood on the glove in your car. I probably don't need to say the rest. All we need to do is compare the blood from your cut and the glove with your blood type, and the entire chain of evidence will be complete."
"To be honest, your method... is among the crudest I've seen from any murderer."
Ohara: "..."
Why did he suddenly feel so humiliated?!
Seeing that the murderer had been left speechless, the old police officer, Saito, spoke at just the right moment. "Mr. Ohara, do you have anything else to say?"
Ohara: "..."
What else could he say? What could he possibly say?!
Guys, who understood this? This detective had stripped off his disguise without even saying a word!
Didn't detectives usually ramble through a whole bunch of deductions before revealing who the culprit was?
Why was this one different?
Ohara completely lost it. He knelt... well, he did not actually kneel. He simply confessed.
The motive for the murder was roughly this: his company was in crisis, and the victim, Aida, wanted to change jobs. Ohara