As hardcore fitness fanatics and muscle-bound demons, the two kept their room naturally spotless.
Other than Sato Miwako's mouth twitching unnaturally when she searched their bags and found something proving they really were a couple, there was nothing else suspicious.
Inside the private room.
Sato Miwako finally fell into thought. "Everyone at the scene has already been checked. There's nothing that could have been used as a murder weapon..."
"How exactly did the killer smash that guy to death?"
Sato Miwako felt utterly helpless.
In the end, she turned to Fujino for help. "Did you figure anything out?"
Normally, this was when Fujino would suddenly jolt upright and show off his prowess, helping her solve the case.
Fujino considered it for a moment. "I have some ideas, and I've figured out who the killer is. But I'm still considering whether I should say it."
"What's there to consider?"
Sato Miwako was a little confused.
Fujino explained calmly, "Because I feel like that guy kind of deserved to die."
"Deserved to die?" Sato Miwako thought back. "So you're upset because that guy was stalking the Suzuki family's young lady and Miss Ooka, aren't you?"
"Upset isn't quite the word..." Fujino did not finish his sentence. "Let's wait until Takagi brings over the developed photos."
"Why is Takagi taking so long?"
Just as Sato Miwako finished speaking, Takagi Wataru ran back carrying a black plastic bag. "The photos are developed. There wasn't even a photo studio anywhere nearby, so I had to run around for ages before I found one..."
Sato Miwako turned to look at him. "What kind of photos were in the camera?"
"Well, you should see for yourselves."
Takagi handed over the plastic bag. Sato Miwako took out the photos, and Fujino leaned in to look.
They saw two