"Do you have surveillance cameras in this shop?"
The scarred police officer asked the shop owner.
"Yes."
The shop owner nodded.
After what happened last time, he'd realized for himself that having no working cameras in the shop was really inconvenient, even without the repeated reminders from the doll.
The next day, he'd hired someone to repair the broken cameras.
"Good."
The scarred police officer's expression eased slightly.
Having cameras would make things easier.
"Let's go."
The scarred police officer gestured to the shop owner. "Let's check the footage."
"You..."
His gaze swept over the two people on the ground, then turned to the earring man and the man still clutching his hand, drawing sharp breaths from the pain.
"Do you want to take your friends to the hospital first?"
The earring man looked at Broom Head, who was clutching his hand, and hesitated.
The two men had been lying on the ground for a while.
Maybe they should...
"No need."
Broom Head nudged the two men lying on the ground with his foot.
"Hey."
"If you're not dead, get up already."
"My hand's practically broken, and I'm still standing."
"Useless."
The doll opened his mouth.
What kind of person was he?
Who treated his own friends like that?
The police officers showed little reaction.
They'd seen all kinds of people.
They could tell at a glance what sort these young men were.
To be honest, they were surprised that these young men were the ones on the ground, rather than the seemingly harmless shop owner.
It wasn't right to judge people by their appearance.
But people did say that a person's face reflected their nature.
They were still pretty good at reading people.
The two men on the ground groaned as they got