After arranging everything, Fang Zheng went to the police station again the next day, intending to ask about the progress of the investigation.
What he saw was Uozumi's deadpan face, along with some exasperating news.
"...He died?"
"Yeah."
Uozumi snorted unhappily.
"We had just gone to the Thousand Mile Cult headquarters to search the place and conduct interrogations when the person responsible for recruiting followers hanged himself. He even left a letter saying that he had been forced to take this measure for the Thousand Mile Cult, hoping to bring more people into the faith. Now that everything had been exposed, it was all his fault, and death was the only way he could atone..."
"Heh."
Fang Zheng sneered.
"What perfect timing for his conscience to kick in. He didn't die early or late, but just happened to die when you showed up to investigate."
"Tell me about it. We examined the body and the scene, and confirmed that it really was suicide. Then..."
Uozumi spread his hands helplessly.
"We had no choice but to wrap things up."
After all, the police had used the investigation into the Thousand Mile Cult's use of narcotics to recruit followers as their pretext. Now that someone had voluntarily taken the blame and died, no matter how frustrated they were, they could only head back.
"Did you ask them about the prophecies and the murders?"
"Of course we did, but they claimed it was the work of lunatics who had read the flyers and had nothing to do with the Thousand Mile Cult. They even babbled some nonsense about it all being the Cult Leader's prophecy... Of course, afterward, they also said they would stop distributing flyers to prevent anyone else from using them to attack the Thousand Mile Cult."
As he said this,