"Of course. If you think taking down a scum like me is more important than doing your duty, then by all means, go ahead."
Facing the murderous Night Watcher, Fu Qian didn't even look up. He used both hands to tackle the macaroni on his plate.
He'd tried to be careful, but the splattered blood had still mixed rather thoroughly with the ketchup.
The sight made Hayami Suzune, who was already caught in a painful dilemma, twitch uncontrollably.
There was no doubt she wanted to see the scum's head roll, and she was already prepared for the trouble that would follow.
But trouble and duty were two different things. If Kanna Kisaragi really had done it, then—
"You'd better not be talking nonsense."
Hayami Suzune gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind.
"Why would I? Go have a look outside now. You might even find a few remains."
Fu Qian wore a smile, his expression utterly sincere.
He was telling the truth. There really were remains outside.
The only problem was, they weren't a student's.
After scheming with Sawada yesterday, Sawada had, as Fu Qian had instructed, disguised Kunio's head and sent it over in preparation for the next part of the plan.
The point was to create a murder scene at the right opportunity and make it look like an accidental killing.
And although Sawada had wrapped it up in layer upon layer of packaging, it wouldn't be hard to find if she put in even a little effort.
Unfortunately, after throwing up earlier, Hayami Suzune was clearly averse to the whole subject. She stared at Fu Qian for several seconds but didn't respond.
The next moment, she stepped forward, braced a hand on the table, and yanked the dagger free.
"I'll give you three minutes to