"Guessed? Then let me remind you—wherever one goes, traces are left behind. As long as Junko spent a long time unconscious in your VIP room, there's no way there wouldn't be evidence!" Jilian said, deliberately looking toward the VIP room.
Shiba hurriedly turned around and said, "Wait! I never gave you permission to—"
Just then, the door opened. Unaccustomed to being bare-chested, Kanzaki had wrapped himself in a bedsheet before coming out. Holding an evidence bag, he said, "We found one—judging by the length, it looks very much like Ms. Junko's hair. We'll know for sure once we take it back for testing."
Biological evidence did indeed require the person's consent before it could be collected and tested, but—
This was being compared against Koga Junko. As long as Koga Junko agreed, it was not his place to object.
"Wait—Junko has been here too—" Shiba hurriedly tried to explain.
But Kanzaki shook his head. "No. Genetic Evidence in hair follicles usually begins to degrade after three days if it hasn't been properly preserved and has simply been left under a bed gathering dust. After a week, it can't be identified at all. And Ms. Junko came here at least three months ago, didn't she?"
"If it was left behind back then, there would be no test result. Besides, the condition of the hair cuticles can roughly indicate when it fell out."
Shiba's face turned deathly pale. He understood that the police had seen through everything.
"Damn it—"
"Damn it!"
"Wasn't she trying to kill her sister too?!"
"Then just admit it!"
Furious, Shiba grabbed a nearby tray and smashed it viciously onto the floor.
But Jilian immediately stepped forward, pinned him down, and cuffed him!
"Don't assume everyone else is like you. The Koga sisters had serious disagreements over what