Oh? Old Man Katon's mental state is getting stranger and stranger.
If Mr. Dawkins kept asking who Fu Qian really was and who had sent him, Fu Qian would have found it perfectly normal.
But instead, the conversation had suddenly veered into something from decades ago?
And besides, how could someone like Fu Qian, who was visiting this place for the first time, possibly give an authoritative answer on the matter?
"Wasn't that case already closed?"
Curious, Fu Qian asked, then dropped the bottle of pineapple-flavored liquid and opened another with a bang.
"It may look that way, but we'd like to hear your opinion. After all, you're holding something that belonged to the victim."
Clearly, Mr. Dawkins wasn't easy to deal with either. He responded almost instantly, giving Fu Qian no chance to bluff his way out. His reasoning was even right on target.
"Could it be because he was a fraud?"
Fu Qian glanced at the cross-shaped star in his hand. The next moment, he genuinely began analyzing the bloody case from years ago.
"He was peddling nothing but lies, then happened to run into the real thing, and Katon ended up taking justice into his own hands... You should already know all that, shouldn't you?"
After summing it up offhandedly, Fu Qian tossed the question back to them and stared at the two of them, asking pointedly.
Perhaps, according to his earlier assessment, they were projections of Old Man Katon's will. But at least the two of them seemed to act fairly independently.
Besides, in theory, they were both victims of that fraudster.
"We're the ones asking you."
His question had clearly hit a nerve. Tooth-Robe Lady, who had seemed to be playing the role of backup, took a deep breath before speaking up and coldly snapping