Vermouth took a deep breath and ultimately swallowed the words she had wanted to say.
No matter how you looked at it, she had been the one to tease him first. There was nothing wrong with him teasing her back.
Suppressing the resentment in her heart, of course, did not mean she had gotten over it.
So Vermouth changed the subject with lingering resentment. "Enough. Forget why you look like you've been drained dry. Let's talk business."
"I infiltrated the Metropolitan Police Department and got some information."
"From the beginning of this case until now, five people have died. That person first electrocuted those unlucky victims unconscious, then stabbed them to death with a dagger, took the bodies away, and dumped them. Before dumping them, the killer took one item and left a mark at the crime scene."
"Those marks seemed to be some sort of mahjong tile game. One of the circle tiles was painted red, with English letters and black lines written behind it."
As she spoke, she opened the black shoulder bag she was carrying, took out a stack of documents, then looked at Fujino beside her and handed them over. "Great Detective, come take a look. See if you can find any clues."
"So you really are efficient. You even photocopied the files..." Fujino reached out, accepted the documents, and cracked a remark.
"Not bad. You could say it was easy." Vermouth shrugged, looking somewhat helpless. "I put on a slight disguise and went straight into their internal archives. No one even stopped me."
"Besides, it wasn't like I'd never broken in to steal things before."
"But these files hadn't been archived yet. I went to the archive room and found nothing. It took me quite a while to dig up these things."
Fujino gave a