It really wasn't surprising. The person being pointed at was the steady little shop owner.
Nor was it a coincidence. In fact, Fu Qian had started looking for him the moment he could.
Everyone knew that killers liked to return to the scene of the crime. Few realized that people who'd nearly become victims felt the same urge.
It wasn't a quirk, but a natural instinct to avoid danger.
The killer came back to check whether anyone had discovered what he'd done. The person who'd escaped came back to make sure he'd really escaped.
Especially when there were plenty of people around and the place seemed much safer.
"...Are you sure?"
Although Old Man Katon already seemed to understand Fu Qian's actions less and less.
Earlier, when he'd been forced to act, he'd barely bothered to conceal his supernatural nature, and had promptly prepared to move on to the next item on the agenda.
Yet his actor had not only stayed calm, but didn't seem to want to bring the performance to an end.
"This is the man's shop, after all. We've already gone too far by taking it over. We have no reason to refuse to let him in."
Faced with Katon's astonishment, Fu Qian gave him a perfectly reasonable explanation.
"As you wish..."
For a moment, Katon couldn't find a counterargument. After watching Fu Qian for a few seconds, he really did nod.
But his expression finally slipped, and he seemed to age several decades in an instant.
"Haah—"
At the same time, a heavy gasp came from outside the door.
The Plaid Shirt shopkeeper whom Fu Qian had pointed at seemed to wake from a deep dream. He nearly fell to the ground.
Katon had a bit of a temper after all, and he'd carried out his