Look at that—the potential of life really was boundless!
Inside the hidden room, Fu Qian took the files Takagi handed him and solemnly marveled to himself.
Of course he knew this man wasn't a killer. There was no sign of any bodies nearby, either.
It was just that Kanna Kisaragi's sister and father clearly knew nothing, and when searching for a needle in a haystack, he needed a few clues to improve his odds and cut down on the work.
Considering the victim's legendary charm, Fu Qian didn't think a neighbor like this would be immune to it.
As it turned out, when you had no idea where to start, lust combined with the will to survive made for an absolutely brilliant probe.
Driven by humanity's two most primal desires, this outwardly proper but secretly lustful man had performed like Sherlock Holmes.
Still marveling, Fu Qian casually opened a file folder.
The man had been modest. There was far more than just a little information here; the contents were remarkably thorough.
Each folder held information on a single person, from name and age to address and occupation. It was all there.
From the contents, it was clear that Kanna Kisaragi was popular with men of every age group. They didn't even seem to have much in common with one another.
But there was no doubt that every man in these files was capable of killing a twenty-year-old woman on his own.
"Out of these men, which one do you dislike the most?"
After unhurriedly flipping through more than a dozen files, Fu Qian tapped the papers with his fingers and looked at Takagi thoughtfully.
The one he disliked most...
Takagi froze for a moment before realizing what Fu Qian had asked. By then, Fu Qian had already taken all the